Thread: Dedicate a Song to Someone

For Catalinacat.
Van Halen - best of both worlds (live 1989)
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D99Kec_UT_8"]YouTube - Van Halen - best of both worlds (live 1989)[/ame]


Song Thread Mistress

Notifications to deeds done
subtle by me. Her willful intentions
are coming here and setting us free.
Times our folly till her motions carry
her thoughts to me. Casual brushes
we seek like strokes to shinny locks
or as stars one could see. We meet.

Crossed our paths starting worn
with steps printed on these pages.
This chasing us for days held quiet.
Breaths drawn until finding us again.
Sharing passions thru posts sounds.
Making these as conscionable rounds.

Her spirit freed by her passionate needs.
She gives her wants and dreams then leads.
Her songs sung with flair and grace.
She who moves us about this place.
Tempos queue always timed.
We get, we give, through this we live.

Like the winds blown, we're grown to
see and be here like a home. Moving
along with and for her song. Pleasing
posts had all around. Then toasts
heralded in, with a new sound.
Until again its time for a new round.

Then we are given notice. Here we are
what we see. The intent by her was as
we seek. To find times together for our
own sake. And share these moments with
a songs embrace. Around full hearts which
she so humbly has traipsed . We are paid.

Thank you Catalinacat

To you, catalinacat my dear:

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MM8mOKfxmWw"]Enya, How Can I Keep From Singing?[/ame]

Mumford & Sons - Winter Winds (But My Heart Told My Head)

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVPubbV2J9Y"]YouTube - Mumford & Sons - Winter Winds (But My Heart Told My Head)[/ame]


As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no
This time no"

We'll be washed and buried one day my girl
And the time we were given will be left for the world
The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague
So let the memories be good for those who stay

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no"
Yes, my heart told my head
"This time no
This time no"

Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved
Was the same that sent me into your arms
Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone
And no hope, no hope will overcome

And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no"

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no
This time no

For you dear

Originally Posted by mikezila

YouTube - Gerry Rafferty - Baker Street

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6rDWqjnW7w"]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6rDWqjnW7w[/ame]

Something in commemoration of your crossing over to the other side. Good luck.
Wait maybe we need the luck? You got authority now!

Allman Brothers Band - Blue Sky

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1jpQu6qR1E"]YouTube - Allman Brothers Band - Blue Sky[/ame]

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQfjIw3mivc"]YouTube - The Logical Song Roger Hodgson songwriter and composer[/ame]

#1 today in 1979.

FOR MY WIFE, NOW AND FOREVER

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvosV1IhrRY"]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvosV1IhrRY[/ame]

Since I've been Loving You Live 1973

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHRdRVTDdP0"]Led Zeppelin - Since I've Been Loving You (July 1973) Madison Square Garden - YouTube[/ame]


Tastes of Sweet Flowers

The building in me of this rise to ," manly needing" grows and feeds my nature with the images and memories of your ecstasy and the soft warm fruits of your body and its call to share, be and do with me for a time. Then I know you as familiar in my touch, now kneeling in surrender, you appear as a wonderful blossom, inviting me to taste you, a rose of passion:
A "Sweet Flower" reminding me of its beauty unfolding, as I open each petal- soft a shiny gloss, revealing more of the mystery and rush of its allure, growing undaunted by the day waking around it. Beads form and roll away, each'es adding to the sensual aesthetic pleasures waiting to be tasted, it's bud swollen, ripe and rich with the flowing nectar of togetherness. Pulls me into this moment of flesh and wills catching turns and moving in their own, giving delight and receiving direction from the utterances of sounds, not made up of words; but communicated thru touch. The fragrance of your desire moves my lips closer to yours as the promise in our moment leads me into your spirit and longing. Arching, clutches of you as my tongue dances rapid steps of lividness, teasingly tracing the steps that have pleased you in the past. Moving with you in this dance as quick of our retreat from then, to again and now, when as a singular melody we are played by the language of our fire like a sweet tune so perfect, lost and recaptured each taste of you. Bursts of delight send me to your thoughts willing us further in search of our movements together forging them into the ornament, of our love, your rose of passion.

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Still. Moved.

Still. Moved. Like two
fragile leaves, not blown
in a wind that cry's around
them. Motions left stolen
from our eyes. Ready us
for another try.

Flowing rations of sensed
needs to those things we
become. Us chased for so
long our passions garnered
wrong.

Reflections cleared, left to
lay on still pools. Visions
never reaching us as right.
Images of kindness are our
dark as night. Tried an true,
still left longing and blue.

Drops falling to the ground
racing to an end. Splash together
then part as rains last pieces are
rushed down. Like us, where
they and we begin again. Others
coming after us and them.

Together falling as parts, then
the clouded thoughts tending to
our unfriending roll in. Undoing
us begins. Paying for meetings sin.

Moved. To chance this standing
known from what we have already
almost grown, only needs to take
root and be nurtured by us to meet
its doom. Never allowed to bloom.


Still. Like two fragile leaves one
loosed and freed, yet not moved
in a wind that cry's around it. We
are left with motions stolen from
our eyes that ready us for this :
The bliss of goodbye.

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvwrSdMY7dQ"]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvwrSdMY7dQ[/ame]