Goodbyes...
RIP Val Parker 4/1/2006
Of an End to Sticks and Stones
Broken wings no longer
fan the flame, so fragile.
Tender kisses carress
your scars no more.
Troubled eyes now closed,
their pain forever silenced;
sleeping features;
a soul at peace.
Feel the quiet of bondage
released; a quirky smile;
head just askew.
Playful eyes to wipe the tears away
freedom has been found.
Weightless, to start again;
prices paid and lessons learned-
cycles begin once more.
May I have the next dance?
S. Nycole Bridle 4/1/2006
~*~
Words he sent me so long ago..
fuer du
she's in my sight of scattered static
and rhymes of vision in silent memoriam
of broken shells and silent seas
hiding behind scarred velvet roses
and pale, liquid moonlight reaching
down to caress her evanescent face
with the world burning, she dances
in a ring of fire, throwing off the challenge
with a shrug in a tattered dress,
i caress her every curve with my words
and a slight distress that she won't feel
the same way my mind is screaming for me
to say
and if i call to you
will you be there behind the scenes?
and if i scream you name in ecstacy
will you seranade me with your body?
i'm lost deep inside your eyes inside
this static love
i'm lost in your two eyes inside
this static love
the pain of attraction scatters out into the void
pulling her lips closer to my skin
with teasing teeth and scattered nails
burning dragon incense on her tongue
caress my skin, caress and burn
like snakes of desire, bringing us higher
into the fire
and if i call to you
will you be there behind the scenes?
and if i scream you name in ecstacy
will you seranade me with your body?
i'm lost deep inside your eyes inside
this static love
i'm lost in your two eyes inside
this static love
~val
~*~
Unfinished Collaboration I found..
Untitled, Unfinished, Forevermore
Transfers stain the streets, translucent
In these celluloid dreams of mine
The stages are set, abandoned
Random lies still floating through
Was there something that I missed here?
Forgotten in the alleys
While buildings come alive
Closing in
Disintegrating as they touch my skin
Forget these things we left behind
Dawn will break the silence
Of this corroding night
And on the other side, I’ll meet you at the lake
We’ll dream again of foreign worlds where we belong
And when we learn to fly on paper wings
Those fragile visions might take us all away
Away from ourselves
Cinematic, black and white
Our lives run through the wheel of time
Charismatic, scattered gods
Laughing as I try to realize
There’s something more than this
In a dream, on the other side we rise
Above this all
In a dream, on the other side
There’s nowhere left to fall
We fall forever
Always away
From ourselves
~*~
Inspired by him..
Goddess of Dreams
Invisible
She rests
upon Her earthen bed;
decaying leaves now piled
amidst the scattered loam..
Her delicate lines
curve softly
about his oft scarred form
slumbering innocence now enveloped within
the subtle might of Her compassionate luxury..
She breathes..
A sigh of strength escapes
her lips of soft perfection
Long, cool fingers trace
his lines of pain-
etched deeply
a soothing touch of peace,
of power upon
his tightly furrowed brow.
Her eyes of brilliance linger
lovingly awash in his innocence unguarded.
Languid gazing flows to steel determination
as a supple wrist
so soft
so fair
is brought to nurture
these sweet lips that slumber
Her charge dreams on
as instinct draws forth
with due fervor
he begins
To suckle
To be healed
by Her dark nurturance therein.
S. Nycole Bridle Jan 31, 2003
~*~
Goodbye my friend. I will always love you, and forever miss you. I am sorry that you felt the need to go, but I am glad that you will suffer no more.
Of an End to Sticks and Stones
Broken wings no longer
fan the flame, so fragile.
Tender kisses carress
your scars no more.
Troubled eyes now closed,
their pain forever silenced;
sleeping features;
a soul at peace.
Feel the quiet of bondage
released; a quirky smile;
head just askew.
Playful eyes to wipe the tears away
freedom has been found.
Weightless, to start again;
prices paid and lessons learned-
cycles begin once more.
May I have the next dance?
S. Nycole Bridle 4/1/2006
~*~
Words he sent me so long ago..
fuer du
she's in my sight of scattered static
and rhymes of vision in silent memoriam
of broken shells and silent seas
hiding behind scarred velvet roses
and pale, liquid moonlight reaching
down to caress her evanescent face
with the world burning, she dances
in a ring of fire, throwing off the challenge
with a shrug in a tattered dress,
i caress her every curve with my words
and a slight distress that she won't feel
the same way my mind is screaming for me
to say
and if i call to you
will you be there behind the scenes?
and if i scream you name in ecstacy
will you seranade me with your body?
i'm lost deep inside your eyes inside
this static love
i'm lost in your two eyes inside
this static love
the pain of attraction scatters out into the void
pulling her lips closer to my skin
with teasing teeth and scattered nails
burning dragon incense on her tongue
caress my skin, caress and burn
like snakes of desire, bringing us higher
into the fire
and if i call to you
will you be there behind the scenes?
and if i scream you name in ecstacy
will you seranade me with your body?
i'm lost deep inside your eyes inside
this static love
i'm lost in your two eyes inside
this static love
~val
~*~
Unfinished Collaboration I found..
Untitled, Unfinished, Forevermore
Transfers stain the streets, translucent
In these celluloid dreams of mine
The stages are set, abandoned
Random lies still floating through
Was there something that I missed here?
Forgotten in the alleys
While buildings come alive
Closing in
Disintegrating as they touch my skin
Forget these things we left behind
Dawn will break the silence
Of this corroding night
And on the other side, I’ll meet you at the lake
We’ll dream again of foreign worlds where we belong
And when we learn to fly on paper wings
Those fragile visions might take us all away
Away from ourselves
Cinematic, black and white
Our lives run through the wheel of time
Charismatic, scattered gods
Laughing as I try to realize
There’s something more than this
In a dream, on the other side we rise
Above this all
In a dream, on the other side
There’s nowhere left to fall
We fall forever
Always away
From ourselves
~*~
Inspired by him..
Goddess of Dreams
Invisible
She rests
upon Her earthen bed;
decaying leaves now piled
amidst the scattered loam..
Her delicate lines
curve softly
about his oft scarred form
slumbering innocence now enveloped within
the subtle might of Her compassionate luxury..
She breathes..
A sigh of strength escapes
her lips of soft perfection
Long, cool fingers trace
his lines of pain-
etched deeply
a soothing touch of peace,
of power upon
his tightly furrowed brow.
Her eyes of brilliance linger
lovingly awash in his innocence unguarded.
Languid gazing flows to steel determination
as a supple wrist
so soft
so fair
is brought to nurture
these sweet lips that slumber
Her charge dreams on
as instinct draws forth
with due fervor
he begins
To suckle
To be healed
by Her dark nurturance therein.
S. Nycole Bridle Jan 31, 2003
~*~
Goodbye my friend. I will always love you, and forever miss you. I am sorry that you felt the need to go, but I am glad that you will suffer no more.