Six Minutes

Creeping silent, dusk and dawn
The footsteps crunch closer
There's a man in the bushes and he knows your name
Six minutes to go
Friend or foe, no difference now
An enemy inside, a promise betrayed
A yes, a no, a glance, a plea
The silent screams we hear too late

Six minutes to contact
Five to attack
Four to violate
Three to penetrate
Two left to cry
One more to die
Every six minutes
The world stops turning

A little wine on the side, a hint of flesh in the light
(Let me hold your hand)
Can you drive me home, I don't want to walk in the night
(I'll walk you to your door)
It's been a wonderful evening, see you tommorrow
Five minutes to go
What are you doing, I said that's enough
(Don't you know I love you)
It's late, you drank too much
Come on, that's enough, stop
Five minutes to go

Six minutes to contact
Five to attack
Four to violate
Three to penetrate
Two left to cry
One more to die
Every six minutes
The world stops turning

What are you doing, don't touch me like that
I'll call you in the morning, now go home
(Why don't you love me?)
The plea in the eyes, the hurried goodbyes
(I love you, can't you see?)
Wish you could take it back, said no when you had the chance
Four minutes to go, until you feel the silence

Six minutes to contact
Five to attack
Four to violate
Three to penetrate
Two left to cry
One more to die
Every six minutes
The world stops turning

And then the world stops turning and nothing is sacred
Childhood memories you try and hold onto, but he takes you away
You have nothing left to live for, nothing left to die for
The blood that never stops and the tears that never show
Three minutes to go

Six minutes to contact
Five to attack
Four to violate
Three to penetrate
Two left to cry
One more to die
Every six minutes
The world stops turning

The darkness is overwhelming, you can't see the stars
The door is left open, and so are your scars
Too afraid to breathe, too broken to move
What's done is done, these final moments don't matter anymore
Two minutes to go

Six minutes to contact
Five to attack
Four to violate
Three to penetrate
Two left to cry
One more to die
Every six minutes
The world stops turning

And as the world slips away, she thinks of times gone by
Of memories that never happened, dreams that stayed in the night
She feels hatred, she feels sad, she feels confused, she feels bad
But she knows that nothing will be the same, in a world that left her
To die for her shame
One minute to go

~ Mike

What do you think of Creative Commons?

It's the cool and, often, smart thing these days to utilize a Creative Commons License. I think the best thing here is not so much securing your rights, but letting people know what they are free to do with your art. Since the idea behind most blogs, including this one, is to create a social network, making people aware of "derivative works" is pretty essential. I've amended some of my previous posts so you can see what your options are. Click on the link and check it out. You can make your own license, restricting or permitting as you see fit. Let me know what you think of all these CCL's floating around the net.

After Midnight in the 21st Century

A series of public notes discussed the issue of artistic anonymity. Some choose to be innominate while others timestamp every work to gauge their progress. Does time mean progress? Should their notes be timestamped? Who are these deliberates to one another? To me? To you?

* * *

Well, slowly but steadily I'm inviting people to this blog. I'm telling only those I feel might like to contribute and everyone is very different which would make for diverse selections.

Someone just posted a great song (?) as a comment and I'm hoping they'll let me post it on the main page. Some others have told me they have something in the works. So, hopefully, there'll be some regular updates here.

Update: The song was written by my good friend Mike. This is the reason I'm doing this. Mike now lives across the country from me and I haven't seen him in two years. Everyone I've invited to contribute means something to me and most live far from me now. This trade-off helps maintain ties and keep us engaged.

I've deleted the song from the comments page and will post it sometime tomorrow. Thanks Mike!

Update 2: Two more things. If you post something that you'd like to have put on the main page, make note of that. Also, if anyone wants to receive an email when this blog is updated, leave a comment here saying so or shoot me an email.

Cathexis

Sometimes the ball moves on its own
and you find yourself wandering the alleys
your parents told you to avoid.

I'll just be a minute, you think.
I just need to find my ball.
But night descends quick and windows crack open.

All around you, flashes from luciferous frames.
You might peer inside to see gnosis;
self-proclaimed Shamans and Mandarins.

Lucidity succumbs to those alleys,
until you wander out at dawn.
The sun is on its way up; your ball is somewhere.

On Fallow Ground

Important moments in my childhood:

     The baby pine given me after services
     is fifteen years old and nearly as many feet high.
     We left them unattended.
     My sister's died.

     I buried some seed
     in the sandbox where,
     daily, I terrorized ants.
     It bloomed.

     And the rock my father
     taught me to grow,
     one long and restroomless day,
     became a mountain by next visit.

These, I suspect, are some of the reasons
the chips have fallen where they have
since the first observed dawn.