Errant Breeze Chaotic Poetry
Rapture on Earth is when your Goddess loves you,
Sweeter still is when you love her too,
Her touch upon you, a hint of the divine,
The moon in her eyes, see how they shine,
Good, and evil are just mice,
And the games she plays with them are not nice,
To walk the middle rode,
Her instructions to me, are a light load,
She is elegance, and grace, her glory shines,
But her wrath can be a cat'o'nines,
Protected by her I walk unafraid,
For those who would harm me, Hell is easier paid,
Body of Human, and face of cat,
My worship, I'll not deny her that,
Guide me O great one that I adore,
When I die to you, I will sore.
.He is the light that guides my feet,
As I walk along my personal path to individuality,
Where it wanders through the desolate landscape of
conformity, and mediocrity,
Putting out the fire of envy with his abominable will,
He has refused to hide the truth of himself
underground,
As a rebel he has met all challenges to his identity,
When you're a boy courage is expected,
But his fearless lust for fame has truly out shinned
the Sun it's-self,
Even when he was an absolute beginner his
bravery had no limits,
With adversity ever snapping at his heels his modern
love of life never failed him,
His heart abused by mundainity he still invited us to
experience his space oddity,
Though the hatred of normals sought his downfall he
retains his compassion for us all,
The cold fire of his intellect sears through the
ignorant jibes of fools,
His genius is as brilliant, and aggressive as a
diamond dog,
Those who seek a battle of wits will quickly find
themselves lost in the labyrinth of his mind,
Always an instigator never a follower the world of
fashion has had no better friend than he,
Gifted with the words to rule the world his only
request to us is "let's dance",
Leading us forever into the golden years he keeps us
from going into the night,
Under pressure from the norm at all times he
continues to share his hard won knowledge,
He encourages us all not to cower before the
socially accepted censors of behavior,
But instead he strives to inspire the world to express
it's-self, and take control of our lives by simply
dancing in the streets,
Despite the fear, and hatred for his shinning spirit he
will never be the man who sold the world,
Surrounded by ashes he has become the most
precious of heroes,
For as my Sensei of Strange he has taught well this
young American.
Five naughty boys brought together for our nocturnal
pleasure by the gentle loving hands of serendipity,
Their hearts, minds, and skills forged upon the anvil of
English will, and shaped by the rhythmic hammering of
of American music,
They personify the new wave in Rock' N' Roll with their
virile sensuality,
Musical masterpieces set in a visual wonderland of
time, and space as dreams of romance like ambrosia
for the mind feeds the souls of their devotees,
Thus many a young girl has had hopes of catching a
tiger by his tail,
Shinny, sexy, and ever so slightly brooding they are
beautiful in their manliness as young women swoon from sensual overload upon hearing their newest big
thing,
As a band of unique individuals they can inspire their
audience into reflex action, and leave them hungry
like the wolf at the door, for more,
Walk through their wall of sound into a realm of light
and music,
Where the planet Earth trembles from the rhythm of
dancing feet set into motion by the lasting first impression they have made upon our hearts,
Forever brothers 'in' arms they have stood as fame has made casualties of their peers,
But together or apart they are driven wild boy
astronauts still breathing the heavenly fumes of lust filled adoration,
For they are writing the new mythology in their quest
for Mont. Olympus,
Legendarily notorious for being the last men standing in this ordinary world,
They continue to ride their finest hour for
Duran Duran is no ordinary band.
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Bast 6/15/98
My Sensei of Strange 7/31/12
No Ordinary Band 2/19/12
God of the Slightly Mad 4/11/98
Flash of light in darkest night,
In flowing robes you capered across the stage,
The fire of the Fey danced in your veins,
Singing in a voice gifted by the Gods,
You sang of peace, and war, of joy, and sadness,
Though we still await peace on Earth, we hope you found peace in the heavens,
May the old Gods welcome you into their midst,
You are now the God of the slightly mad,
One man, one hope, one goal to bring joy to the world,
But your vision has been lost as people morn the disease,
When the celebration of life is all you sought,
We haven't lost our heads, we keep ourselves alive,
Without your grace to follow, we rush headlong into the dark,
No-one can live forever, but we wish your show could have lasted much longer than it did,
For you have no rivals, and one can be your equal.
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