Name: Bound Love by Chris Cipollini
Duration: 2 min 30 s
Description: Dedicated to the abandoned subplot in the film "Snow White". The Queen proposes the young suitor, and he scorns her. Asa result, he is held in a dungeon. I wondered what his environs would feel like-where is his mind? One can only imagine.

Dedicated to the abandoned subplot in the film "Snow White". The Queen proposes the young suitor, and he scorns her. Asa result, he is held in a dungeon. I wondered what his environs would feel like-where is his mind? One can only imagine.

Bound Love

Keep Tacoma Feared

Just some observations revealed through verse. 

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Art by Ungkrit Balankura 


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Lyrics © Khalilah Yasmin

THEY

Journey with me to snow menaced peaks
Where a winter day is shades of dark
And the pop of burning evergreen is a thin shield against frosty death
High in the Alps
Tonight shall we receive the blessing of taught skinned wintertide apples
Roasted nuts and warming gingerbread
Or will Ruprecht, with his straw-stiff bearing, will he find you wanting?  
Raised in a barn, will this true villain (though he prefers the term farmhand) find you lacking?
Do you know your prayers, little ones?
Say them now!  Eyes tight and hands folded in earnest 
to avoid his heavy laden sack of ashes
and whatever he may visit upon you
Well, it does not bear thinking about.
Come closer into town
The doors lock, old metals grate against themselves  
house by house
Flues cautiously creaking open
Do you smell the ozone iron meeting of musk as new snow shifts across matted haunch
Listen to the bells, are they church bells pealing or Krampus bells like goat bells
Hooves crunching in the packed night of white and then the sudden silence of
Muzzle twitching, red tongue licking daggered teeth, waiting to catch the unmistakable scent
of impiety, of  rebellion, of disobedience  
His burlap satchel, yearning to be filled with the willful and the wicked 
Long leather straps dragging behind, studded with all manner of sharp and heavy things
Hurry children, under the covers!
Pretend you cannot hear, pretend you are fast asleep!
Perhaps you would prefer we go to the city, where beastly creatures cannot tread
As forest enforcers have been swept away, or outlawed 
Look now, there’s jolly Black Pete, a clownish blackamoor
Then look away, because…
Oh! How about that – 
Why, it's the New World!
Come over here a moment
Leave the land of ice giants and let us go to the northern bestormed shores of Newfoundland, of Nova Scotia
The soft dance of the Aurora Borealis heralds the dark stranger, the peddler swathed in rags 
Belsnickle, the mummer, the judge and jury of your deeds
Mischievous figure of many faces who may one moment look like a miscreant and the next, a neighbor
Can you guess who it is?  Quick!
Or else serve him rum, eggnog, spiced wine!
And let him weave away
Muddled and stupefied by drink 
and blessedly forgetful 
Heed me, small ones for the night approaches soon
Stay to the side of good and right…decent at least 
Or find yourself the honored guest of a Christmas dinner, a Yuletide feast
With the exquisite taste, the succulent joys
Of naughty little girls and wayward little boys


The Dark Companions - A Christmas Warning

Swift Robbers

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My Best Dress

On why writing is so important to me. For all artists, alike. This piece is featured in my poetry book "Words from Saturn". Available at: www.createspace.com/5851025

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This is also the intro poem to "The Astral Plane' my upcoming spoken word/hip hop album coming in 2016.




"Write!" Spoken Word by Paradigm

Do Krakens Like Brunch

MASTERPIECE OF HEART

The Master once carved 
in the finest marble
Something to reflect
His eternal heart—
A man and woman wrapped
in one embrace
It was never meant to break apart
The marble had one flaw
He warned the apprentice
Stay clear of that place
You'll soon have my blessing
To create your own “Loving Embrace”

Let me be the marble
where the Master's Hand has passed
Let me be embraced
by a love that's meant to last
For we are all one part 
of the Masterpiece of Heart

Just before the work was to be unveiled
The apprentice chiseled in a tragic mistake
Being tempted to add a finishing touch
It caused the whole creation to break
The Master's heart was crushed
A multitude of hands
Made a mess on their own
And then the wind scattered
What was once
Magnificent stone

Let me be the marble…

Then one man found a way
to restore the piece
Which had finally turned 
to a dust so fine
It's in seeing each person
As a work of heart
We are all a part
Of His great design
Now the marble is in our hands
We must all become a loving embrace
For the Master is longing
For each of us
To be taking our place

Let me be the marble…

© 2005 Stefan des Lauriers


Masterpiece of Heart

Theres two sides to every villian's story.



Bound Love

Chris Cipollini

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