Love stills the beating heart, then starts it anew.

In This Dying Light

How does one banish the pain of yesterday's song?

How does one put aside music that played for so long?

When does it actually begin--this thing called life?

Why is it that when it comes around, despair comes at its heels?

Elided

Her subtle knife carves you without remorse

A feeding, a yearning, consumata est

Feed the drama queen then, she is hungry

She lost her ring today, just so you know, on Market Road

Right after the corner turn, far from the gyre

The cobblestones still grimace at the thought

The merchants chant and drone:

"Ask, you will receive, ask, you will believe"

But this is a mantra that the streets do not share

For they keep what they reap

And leave the rest to the sighing afternoon.

And the jongleurs thrum all along:

Sable metal for a song,

"Vecchi e nuovi, vecchi e nuovi"

Tambourines to beckon the night,

A song for a penny, a drama for a life.

She lost her ring today, just so you know, on Market Road

Right before the fair scales, truth be told

The brewers still remember that story

They say her tongue and stare were just as sharp thereafter

And that her hands were ever after, so much more watchful

At the coming of the dawn.

Draft

Seethe

There is a curved glass, it reaches out to me.

There to one side, are boxes for shaping, they fit well.

Here then are the pieces to fit--worn smooth with repetition;

fetched from amongst yesterday's drift wood--Do you see?

I fold the damp paper just so, that the creases may hide us from prying.

These little cranes fill jars and jars--Do you see? They fit well.

And they are quiet, no sound, no echoing beach. No rushing.

These then are parts of a farther shore, these little inconsequential things

And here, I gather them to my breast: salt, whistling wind, and dry memory.

There is a place for these things, I know, it reaches out to me.

And I will not stand here for long, these things belong to the sea, not to me.

Unlikely Heros

Joel, a very good friend, provided pause just now:

BrakeJoel:

Don't let small stuff eat you up Cush, Don't read into things.

Be happy go lucky Cush and let things unfold like Mother nature intended.

You're strong, I know you can handle whatever she brings to the table.

Until it is served, just be the no worries Cush we all know.

There are 1 billion reasons why people do things,your aware,now let it unfold naturally.

BrakeJoel: Cush, Life is short smile and have fun. Keep your left paw up as to guard unsuspecting hook shots, other than that, LIVE LOVE ENJOY.

Cush Marcellus Evangelista: I use a southpaw stance, am a lefty

Cush Marcellus Evangelista: I used to teach people: Live, Love, and Learn

Cush Marcellus Evangelista: enjoyment is important too, you're right

brakejoel: Right paw up then smart a@@

Staying Up

What's important is that you do it for the right reasons. The day after will work itself out. If time is needed to help heal, then you spend that time. You make it work.

You do the right thing by Him.

Background Noise

Music is a clue as to what's going on around you, we forget that the truth is--God is a DJ. -The Cult of Cush

Right Now

I wish I could be a sparrow
To fly away,

There's too much beauty here.

It says in the Book, that not even a sparrow may fall without His notice.

Even in the midst of all this confusion, He raises me up.

Recently, It's All Been Nothing But Music

For the longest time, I could not listen to music with lyrics.

Now I hear nothing but lyrics.

I hear all around me, the plainitive cries of yearning and amazement. I hear bright explosions of beat and tone. Why hadn't I noticed this before?

Before, it was a weight to listen to the sung words of others, the cacophony of emotions usually left me trembling with a fear of the unknown. These singers, so carefree, sending across the digital divide, how they felt without concern.

I hear nothing but song now.

I tremble, because I know now, that you are truly singing for me.

It's 7pm and I'll know you'll get me

and we'll laugh the night away.

Tally

• A man's suffering lies in his ability to allow the women in his life to influence his decisions.
• The mistake men make is that they do not understand that courage is a quality without recourse to women but a strength born from the love of one.

Declined To Transfer

You keep at it. And you accept, that at times, the beat is just as good, when you both have shared memories despite not knowing.