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Ephebism |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 Ephebism By: Noah Eaton 4/28/06 We spend so much time in the air, when the body speaks what lips and lungs cannot, seeking the provenance of providence, from the moon shot to the soft spot, suspending each strong percussion beat of the heart, leaving my body with an infatuating hunger, that can only be satiated and satisfied, by filling each silence with motion of younger wonder. My dance is a complex dialogue, with each part of my body speaking different languages, syncopating emancipation, from the monkey bridge to each rainbow ridge, each forbidden heartbeat is a polymeter seamstress, woven in each blow struck by the belly button, I strike it like the beating of a suco drum, incinerating in the flower of the mouth of ephebism. Release your inhibitions and embrace your youth, let loose, slither limber like French vermouth, I’ll cross-pollinate the world with amiability, we’ll seek belief deep in this synchronicity, the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe... Every rhythm may feel foreign at first, its immense, intense incense may not make sense, but I find that the problem’s not the music’s misdirection, often it’s just the misdirection of listening that overextends, so I reach and touch the fire in my happy prejudices, prancing with molasses masses and wasabi wallabies, and everything the morning star never suspected, comes alive through promiscuous laughter and polyvocality. Release your inhibitions and embrace your youth, let loose, slither limber like French vermouth, I’ll cross-pollinate the world with amiability, we’ll seek belief deep in this synchronicity, the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe... And it’s through the deep springs of life, that there’s flight in flexibility, conducting with my feet, universal possibility, even the untrained eye, can feel the stamina of the sun, patterning between my feet, this love I share with everyone... Release your inhibitions and embrace your youth, let loose, slither limber like French vermouth, I’ll cross-pollinate the world with amiability, we’ll seek belief deep in this synchronicity, the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe... . . the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe... . . the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe... . . the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe... . . invite your inner-child to dance with me, invite your inner-child to dance with me... "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
"that there’s flight in flexibility, conducting with my feet, universal possibility," let's dance great to see you |
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