am i the bull or am i the man?
am i the action or the plan?
am i the canvas or the paint?
am i the miracle or the saint?

Silver streams of light pour over me as I stand (rigid),
fabric billowing like current behind.
The Bull circles, muscles like rippling stone
(waits to pounce, o' tenacity).

A histrionic roar splits the sky,
like a makeshift engine revived.
All gears moving,
grinding,
calling for oil to soothe its aching joints.
Precious onyx glistens from within sunken sockets.

Every nerve ending tenses,
bracing for incoming attack.
We dance a dangerous tango,
of clashing swords and strange waves,
of instinct and desire.

I see him, recognize my fate
within the void that croons its siren song.
He sees me, accepts the nebulous pull
between us.
For the first time, he is both prey and predator,
pirouetting for asylum and control.
War god he is,
hunter he knows;
but I am Beast Tamer,
am Gazelle with dragon's breath.

The curtain falls and the Bull dives,
disappearing
behind the crimson like a napping flame.

plied playful pied piper oh puppeteer dream writer of a wonder and future so bright,
oh tell pray chance the grand wonders in morrows to come a stored store for the wondering fools of this world tonight.

casting, the irons so hot, malleable, tender in the hearts delights, here in this awkwardly worded flight, of fearless tendency, oh ****, necromancy?
****, yeah, that, that can stay far from sight. now, lets lead with the fixxen to wack the mole of ridiculous vixxen and fiction so true, so true the crookedly made house, rousted clout, for he is an ego far too large this alley mouse, pretending to be a cat without a house, oh wait that's me, scratch that last part, before someone figures out i was only a silly little roustabout, and hoping to rooster, and goose the calling of mine own loud *** mouth out. crap. this *****, but we are far from done, oh almost forgot you standing there, will you do us all a solid and tell us the way out? or at least what horse to bet on in the triple crown and the powered ***** all hanging out? your a Daisey if ya do.
SuperStar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1EreTOvelQ

It ruined my life
And shattered my bones, *******
Let me go, oh love.

We used to have a larger group
Ten thousand head at best
Once we had the largest herd
Of Longhorn in the west

But, times got tough, we sold a few
There was the drought back in '11
I didn't know it got so bad
But, now....we're down to seven

Yep, seven steers and cows and calfs
Out standing in our field
There's not a lot of meat out there
It's really a poor yield

The Longhorns down in Texas
Took our football tickets back
They said that our best looking cow
Was like a blanket on a rack

We've done our best to make amends
We'll be on top once more, I'm sure
But, we have to keep the calfs all fed
Or else ....we're down to four

There's lots of land for them to graze
They'll grow big, I am assured
But, now I find it difficult
To call seven head...a herd

Can I just say
***** you for alwasy leaving me
to question things?
To wonder what the heck will come of you and me?
What in Hell
made you think it was okay
to treat me like I was just a game
a fragile heart created for your play?

***** you
for leaving me blaming myself
***** you
for leaving me to worsen my own health.

And I know it's unfair for me to blame you.
You were young too
and I know you didn't know what on earth to do
about the days that my heart was soaking more in black than blue.

But I think that it was you
that handed me the dye.
You brought back the hate
and allowed me paint
the black abyss
in which
I sunk deeper
with all your lies.

And you try to come back
just when I've creawled out
like a slap
to the face,
a silent shout
into the void,
the abyss, a vaccuum
muting all noise.

And thank goodness for that.
the silence
because you can't take back
all of your lies
and I can't take
any more of your bull

It seems even when I'm finally over you, you come back like a bull, and I'm wearing red.