dancing symmetry
sister unto creation

effortless beauty

I danced with death
It was a slow dance
I had to make
Every
Breath
Count
We tried to keep in step
For the wrong move
Took away a much needed
Breath,
Inhale,
Exhale
Keep him in your sight,
It was a tiring dance
But it was keeping me alive
We break-danced,
We tangoed many ways he tried
To break my step,
Fandango(Spanish)
Jitterbug
Ice dancing,
Was my winner, as bones don't
Do well as his **** sat on ice ,
"I laughed out loud,
He didn't take kindly to that,
But a
Deal,
Was a
Deal,
Another year to live
Many more breathes
Till next year death,
Till I dance once again with he called **death

It oozed from my nails like blood
But darker, no pain, it fell upon the floor
It was warm around my toes
"It was like a puddle walked after a storm"
But then then
Lacerations,
Irritation,
Convulsions
As what once bleed from my nails
Now pierced my flesh,
My body trembled,
As I hit the floor,
"Shaking uncontrollably"
It crept under my skin
Burning upon every nerve, but then
Pierced,
Cracked,
Perforated  
From under the skin,
I touched the first,
"I screamed in plentiful agony"
As if a raw Nerve had been openly touched,
It was like poison ivy, my skin
Discoloured veins of
Red,
Blue,
Black
Slowly crept over the open wounds,
It had moved to my trunk,
"***** of black spewed forth"
As it entwined,
Like clawed fingers
Lacerating my internal organs,
I moved back,
"Crawled upon the floor"
The now solid nerves
Scrapped, scratching the wooden boards,
It was a  futile act, as if I could escape
That which was under my skin,
My arms were perforated
Upon my throat, veins crept
As it knew that if
Pierced,
Bleed,
Breath
No more would be had,
But each was as if embers of flame
Inhaled, exhaled with each painful breath,
It crawled underneath flesh, agony
Not letting me go,
I was conscious
"Even though I preyed to pass out"
It clawed
Slowly,
Intentionally,
At each eye, like a thousand paper cuts
My eyes cried tears of black,
As I was shown the darkness within
That which had taken form externally, I was
Corrupted,
Polluted,
Distorted
Darkness that had crept beneath my skin,
And with that I exhaled,
"Black feathers spewed forth"
Cutting at my throat
As I ejected the darkness
These black feathers not hitting the floor
Instead just floating around,
"As I expelled once more"
Till one feather of white exited
With each touch
Black became white,
Ever brighter the room became,
Like a blanket covering I slept
"I awoke"
"Under white sheets"
"Was this but a dream, a  nightmare"
"I coughed and exhaled"
"A tiny black feather exited"
Then I knew that darkness is always inside,
But it can grow upon the soul,
Cutting into the white,
Like a vine corrupting upon the flesh
Good,
Light,
&
Bad
Darkness,
Are things of life
But we must never let the
Darkness blot out the light and take control of our life.

The Darkness
Wishes us
Be the rowers
On the Sea of
Death
Destruction
Hate
Whipped to fasten the pace
Row
Row
Row
This sea of the deceased
Skulls,
Splinter
Spines ,
Severed
With each oar that hits
Upon this ocean of blood
Darkness steers
This boat of the
Dead
Condemned,
For what was life,
They search shores
To host the darkness
For it to spread
Death
Destruction
Hate
It isn't where,
Its when,
Will this disease,
Land upon our shores
Because light is becoming dimmer,
And Darkness is rowing
Harder to our shores

Darkness it  pollutes
The pool of the soul,
What once seen through
Now but dark pools
Only evil sees now,
The one you knew
Now consumed in darkness
No voice,
A puppet on strings,
Like a passenger in a car
No control of the wheel,
Death would be better.
Than the things now seen,
Through blacked out windows
Evil now breathes, and has control.

I put them all around town, in every phone box
Free advertising I had bills to pay baby.
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I waited around the phone, only one call,
"Hello Mr F of fine dancing,
Dam it wrong number, I waited for a few
More days and then the first one booked.

"Hello is the F in fine dancing,
"Yes it is how may I be of service madam,

"I have some friends coming around for an
Afternoon of book club but need to spice it up,

"Well I'm the man for the job madam,
"I'll be there around 7pm,

First job I got told their was extras included
My friend was in the job but fell from a table.
Health and Safety I told him now he is limp,
"Cant get it up a table,
"Cant get it a chair,
"Cant get it up anywhere,
If your limp there isn't no job for you anywhere.
He works at a beef burger joint that's the only
Meat he's flipping anywhere.

I knock the door and then it shut again,
It once again goes to shut once more,
A foot widens the gap a show stopper in the door.

"Madam you paid for my services,

"EXCUSE ME,  

"My card madam,

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"What, "What, "Wh...,

She carried on as I walked in my 80's ghetto
Blaster I released on the fine oak table.
Right ladies here we go who's the
Luckily lady who gets me first.

They all point to each other screaming excitedly,
Its nice to be so wanted. I press play,
"You cant beat the sound of tape,
The sound echoes around their pad,

"Do you want the snake,
"Climbing upon your silken legs,
"Baby its what you waited for,
"in-between,
"In-between,*
"In-b.,#,';'ppfgeemrmm..........,

"Dag nab it, my tape I wrote and sang that
Myself, my only copy. I hear a sigh.
Was that of relief or because they liked the song?
Its ok I have a CD as I throw it in to their player
Music pumps out and then I begin

Act I: Touch You Baby

I am who you have wanted all your life,
He touches each face smooth skin
Touches delicate features, caressing
Upon there wanting, each shudder and
Move in teasing denial.

Act II: Clothes Release

Many layers make the man as each pealed
Each thrown in to the crowd, jaws are
Wide open watching Velcro peal off.
One sitting on a chair I sit on her lap
Gyrate as she exhales in excitement
Moaning as I move, I jump up and
She inhales me in.  

Act III: Release The Beast

As clothes shed like leaves from a tree
So does but one leaf still hang modesty covered
But with cloth and sting.
The manly hair mature and grown shaped
As I am I lion ready To pounce.

"Excuse me what is with the stem on the leaf,

Act III: Continued

The Stem twitches, the leaf opens grown,
Released is the beauty for all on show,
"***,
"Ladies Shhh,
As the leaf opens the stem now shown
To the world on show now lets see who
Can hold the stem and the music goes.

"***, "***, is heard from all
Corners of the room, what was thought
As a wasted effort now most woman's dreams.
He dances around the room over excited a
Eye blackened by the mushroom.

An hour passes and fun has been had,
The leaf had many greens neatly tucked in.
He gives each of them a card.

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Lets them hold it once last time.
And numbers are written down,
But never kept as that's not professional
Most are married for one. What happens
Here stays here as no cameras aloud.

See some of you again I hope, I hear
words as I shut the door closed.

"He may be big, but wow that vine I
Could swing on anytime he wants,

"That was a surprise I could wear his
Chest hair he could keep me warm at night,

The day in the life of a fat stripper is never
An easy one. But by the way ladies if you
Wish some fine dancing and a surprise
That is on the card ring the number below.

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dead batteries linger
buried beneath the silver forks

life is still a lost spark

They arose from the grave
Some not in tune
Giving a fist,
Then a finger,
And went back to eternal slumber.
Others were after it
They needed to feel it,
Beat,
Rhythm,
Life,
They craved it from the grave
Arise,
Arise,
Search, those who crave the beat
To bring you life,
They roamed
A few slower, as they'd  lost there feet,
But they would crawl on
Stomach,
Hands,
Knees,
To feel the beat of life within,
They glared in the air
It was unmistakable,
The beat of life.
As they entered
Screams,
Horror,
Curiosity,
As the dead meant no harm,
They stood in formation
This isn't no thriller,
This is the life they heard from afar.
Beats of music,
They danced in unison
The crowd went wild
Music,
Beat,
Rhythm,
Life,
They were dancing
The night away,
A few screams did follow,
As moves not meant for the dead
Limbs flew far in to the crowd
Politely
Handed,
Footed,
Fingered
Back once again,
But time was not on there side
Time was beating past,
So a grunt,
A lipless smile,
And they made there way back
They had for one night felt the
Beat
Rhythm,
Life,
Of the party
Its funny how a full moon
Can awaken feeling even in the dead..

Flesh* was the *delicacy
Upon dead lips it was warm,
Blood did taste like a wine of
Seventy
Four
Years
The younger years
Were drank to fast,
To tender from the bone,
They never lasted long,
Till the
Hunger,
Fever,
Starvation
Of the dead took hold,
Yearning for the warmth,
"bodies numb"
To digest, blood still pumping warm
There was less living to feast
Only the cold hunger,
Like packs we hunted,
Never in need of rest
Rotting on jagged bones
Minds,
Bodies,
Soulless
Hunger that needed, wanting
To be fulfilled
We feel
We feel the hunger
We feel the hunger of the flesh,
We are dead in the heart but warmth
Is our comfort,
Warmth of fresh flesh, blood
Coursing down our throats
I consumed a vintage
Forty
Five
Old
She taste bitter, but we drank our full
Till nothing left,
We hunger for warmth, we are the **dead.

dead memories hang
reflections entombed within

residing on string

"The feeble gods had faded,
"Impaled upon jagged mountains,
There *blood was the waters of creation
Life,
Beginning,
Death
Had brought *new life,
Their bones crumbled
flakes fell, cold and winters were born.
Each flake, rawness felt as if
Tears melting upon touch.
Appendages fell when life left
Eyes staring upon the stars of eternity
As theirs were expelled,
Carving upon the many landscapes
Canyons,
Ravines,
Valleys
Were born from faded memories,
As fingerprints pooled too lakes,
The milk of the dead filled
As life flourished in crystal blue.
"The old ones before man and beast,
"May have pasted,
But in their death
Rebirthed was life that flourishes
They brought the seasons with bone,
They created
Lakes,
Ravines,
Life
With their falling upon jagged mountain tops
They had past, but in their passing everything else *began.

Death drives a Harley
"What you think he walks"
He rides in style
A horse??
"Please that so sixth century"
Dress sense has improved
Over the years
Many a fashion pioneer
Has his colds hands touched
Favours
For a trip
V
I
P
Upstairs,
You'll never see him coming
Grey hair styled
Suit that is
Blood
*****
Death
Stained proof, there
Aren't many who clean for
The reaper
His payment an exhale
Of life,
Another few moments
Time in this life
You see an old gentleman on a
Harley
Dressed to impress,
As he's here for the most important
Moment in the last *few moment of your life's breath .

I had a relationship with death,
She had a grip like no other on on my
Heart
Beating,
She said I was the only one
But I knew there were others,
That I was not her only one.
She had a grip of love on others hearts,
holding others in her arms.
She was by my bed side,
Whispering,
Muttering,
Saying
What was and what could have been.
Her breath so cold on my soul,
does she not realise the pain in my heart.
I had an affair with death she was
By my side.
Then she said we would be together forever,
She kissed me and I left this place.
Never to see my love again.