Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

every poem
every jam
every word
is a veiled bride
in a dress worn only on this one occaision
standing behind a window
flanked by her maids
sealed off for this one passing moment
by the reflection of the world just beyond
that waits

yes, a moment . .
shit, what the hell will we think of next?

they sell the idea of the bride in the media as a promise of some kind of happiness that can be found when you have the groom- unless i have it all wrong- i loved four grooms- and i miss the weddings, and the sex, and sleeping together- and - really- the only veils i see are the ones that i placed between me and the ones i loved
i love the music- the sadness because the HONEY MOON is infact really never the way they sold me the idea- i waited sometimes for years with whatever i could muster to make it work=
and it didnt
oh yeah- i still love them all- and they still love me
but there are still things that are better left to the great mystery

i wanted the bride and the groom
to get along
and make babies and live ahppily ever after
and that just isnt the way it turns out- clearly the viels are interlaced with my desires and expectations and very hard lessons- would i turn back the hands of time-?

no
i wish i could really dig it up= but for now i am going to shut the fuck up

the fantasy
the illusions
one moment clearer

everything we create has a chance for bliss
we put it out there to the congregation
gathered for the feast
and as you suggest, the crowd waits for the unveiling