Never feared for anything
Never shamed but never free
A life that healed a broken heart
With all that it could
Lived a life so endlessly
Saw beyond what others see
I tried to heal your broken heart
With all that I could
Will you stay?
Will you stay away forever?
How do I live without the ones I love?
Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned
Place in time always on my mind
I have so much to say but you’re so far away
Plans of what our futures hold
Foolish lies of growing old
It seems we’re so invincible
But the truth is so cold
A final song, a last request
A perfect chapter laid to rest
Now and then I try to find
A place in my mind
Where you can stay
You can stay awake forever
How do I live without the ones I love?
Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned
Place in time always on my mind
I have so much to say but you’re so far away
Sleep tight, I'm not afraid
The ones that we love are here with me
Lay away a place for me
'Cause as soon as I'm done I'll be on my way
To live eternally
How do I live without the ones I love?
Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned
Place in time always on my mind
And the light you left remains but it's so hard to stay
When I have so much to say and you're so far away
I love you, you were ready
The pain is strong and urges rise
But I'll see you when it lets me
Your pain is gone, your hands untied
So far away
And I need you to know
So far away
And I need you
to need you to know
Monday, March 26, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Found
I had escaped a 100-people gamble that I won and got myself freed from a busy-busted day. I was all tired and swamped. Unleashing every moment in search for tranquility, I landed up in the big bright zone of dust. I get every second to relinquish my event of solitude here and every second seems like a mile. The same sick counter with that old wheeze of bar-tender looking at me and nodded at my sign, I was sure it was not the time for beer but was wine. I innocently gazed around with a chilly spout, to notice whom I was surround with that night. I do it well, perhaps blessed with it, noticing every face and every cleavage existing in the room. I hushed my breath with a warm reject and tied my jacket to the chair. I knew it wasn’t cold, this damp city has learned a lot, garbage cans like politicians like sluts rolling all over for votes and humps, I have gotten used to the situation of putting my hands in my pockets and finding a few coins missing before I meet the due date.
When I had noticed everyone around me, my pitchy mind did not allow me to give-in so soon. It left someone behind on it. It made me make a move, that old funny one to be like someone ‘even’ in the crowd. I thank for the moment as to what I was about to witness would perhaps make me realize of eternity or somewhere—humanity. That black singlet and those pretty buttons on it, were just the beginning. I wish I was an intruder, a Robert-o-heart to chill my silence, kill the game and steal the chime in an old English way. I was not. I hated to call myself a spectator to someone incredible, sitting alone in the company of none but twilight. I called in for every bit of luck and kept all my good deeds at stake. I was all manhood. I was all pacific. As I took the first sip of wine, obnoxiously regretting the parody of holding the wine glass, I was all eyes on her.
She was a flower or moonlight, if poetry was all I had to be. Her eyes shined like bright crisped twines went touchy at every blink she threw. Her eyelashes were like shadows, felt exactly like the crowns of clouds forming a shadow on a beautiful cliff. Her hair reminded me of the darkest dimming of the night with a bright shining on it like a blanket of stars maintaining the beauty of night. Her lips left me numb; for a moment that reminded me of how to forget the world around. Tender, sober, divine, promising, guiltless and just neat for the moment or lifetime. I told myself selfishly “if a kiss was like a kill for her, am I ready for a thousand deaths?” I’d gather myself to ensure I was not one of the perverts, clowns and the unlucky ones who had their heads in their partners but equally had their minds at her. I wasn’t in them. I claimed it when I saw her looking straight at me for a second. I was dead for sure and dead sure she knew that although I was taking this roller-coaster ride of her body my eyes were still living in the name of naivety of my youth. She knew the truth. Her neck… wonderful long thin neck. Where the button to turn every woman—on, exists somewhere. Wise men know it. Fools are horny. Fools die hard. Wise men win it, fools don’t. I was reluctant to imagine beyond. I’m an artist and an atheist. But shamelessly putting the blame on the moment, my well-being and my humble orientation, I never wanted to give up, yet. Her shoulders were calling for a hope. They were fair, tough and tidy. Beauty was just a lame word for it. I called it destiny. With another sip of wine, I wished to forget what it was and I buried the thought of looking around getting my mind frenzied in this twitchy world puking poise. I was straight back to her. She was equally at me. Her arms, so perfect, made me thank God. They yelled perfection at every inch. Her hands were sublime and delicate. Fingers—elegant, speaking softly of intellectual words that would harrow mankind for its existence. The nails—taught me of shapes, graduating along with the thoughtless agitations created on my mind. My words on my mind break their chance slowly with pace barely to be ignored. I’m placid counting seconds seemed like a lifetime. God forgive me for what next came to me was her astonishing body. Imagining her breast was defied but the pace at which I was, I was like the ace of spades. They seem mum and humble. Hinting me that she is untouched, unloved and unearthed. I assumed her tits looked at me denying in their nocturnal prime where they would find freedom. I thought I was a martyr of hers, I willingly was, in my thoughts, a martyr of diligence to this world which has lost its prime in the name of a crime. I had reached her naval, I took my handkerchief to wipe up my forehead. I wasn’t sweating, I was pretending. It wasn’t a signal neither any sign. It was my sincerity towards my minds misdemeanor. I was ready to get punished if someone above deliberately thought it was a sin. Her naval must have been an innocent island of thoughts where one should find only salvation. Here, it was me—paranoid and paralyzed fighting with this cruel world. I never wanted to go to the roots of her belonging and the basics of mankind. I knew I would lose the game if I asked her, her-name. In my mind I was sitting at the edge of my seat. While I sipped my wine, I felt it going down from my throat like a river that climbed thousand miles to meet the sea. I took a moment, a deep breath, a short term to shut my eyes. I was amazed and I couldn’t resist to experience her wonderful legs with my naked and piercing eyes. Legs were crossed and made her look like an Egyptian queen. Her legs beamed thousand emotions. They were shiny and pure skinned. I was lucky enough to notice that the singlet she wore covered most of her but unable to reach her thighs and beyond. And so, her legs were rebellious and secretly great full that they were living this moment, here with me. They were like looking for un-fame in this twilight, they were not seeking for attention. They were like they knew they were the best then. I was paying my regards to her toe which hid in behind the sweet lock of tender shoe which she wore. Nested with the silver nail-paint on it, shining down on the floor. I remembered someone saying “Between the legs, lies the ticket to heaven”. If it is true, I wanted to be a part of all possible ride for heaven.
After all these thoughts that faded from my head, a small wield of courage cracked to occupy my thoughts. I started forming words to start a conversation with her. After all, it was the moment’s irony to blame if I could. I did not care about adjusting my hair or to take my paunch in. One thing I kept telling myself, this is the time and this is the moment for me to win the game. For she seemed open for a talk, if she was waiting for someone, her girlfriends or her boyfriend, she seemed she didn’t care for them. She looked at me as I approached; she wasn’t shocked, frightened or surprised. This act of hers, claimed if she was a maker of the situation and that she has been through this a zillion times and there were a lot of Ricardo’s approaching her with a rose in their mouth. It did not bother me, I was not a spectator neither I claimed to be a player. I was what I am. I was what I was born to be. I was on the top of my world. I was not the jack or the joker, I knew I was playing the ace of spades. She seemed prepared for what was coming next while I made my way towards her. She was awesome, when she noticed me making my move and she did not look at me, her eyes lowered and her astonishing eye-lashes appeared prominently. She was made for the moment, so was I.
I found what I was looking for.
When I had noticed everyone around me, my pitchy mind did not allow me to give-in so soon. It left someone behind on it. It made me make a move, that old funny one to be like someone ‘even’ in the crowd. I thank for the moment as to what I was about to witness would perhaps make me realize of eternity or somewhere—humanity. That black singlet and those pretty buttons on it, were just the beginning. I wish I was an intruder, a Robert-o-heart to chill my silence, kill the game and steal the chime in an old English way. I was not. I hated to call myself a spectator to someone incredible, sitting alone in the company of none but twilight. I called in for every bit of luck and kept all my good deeds at stake. I was all manhood. I was all pacific. As I took the first sip of wine, obnoxiously regretting the parody of holding the wine glass, I was all eyes on her.
She was a flower or moonlight, if poetry was all I had to be. Her eyes shined like bright crisped twines went touchy at every blink she threw. Her eyelashes were like shadows, felt exactly like the crowns of clouds forming a shadow on a beautiful cliff. Her hair reminded me of the darkest dimming of the night with a bright shining on it like a blanket of stars maintaining the beauty of night. Her lips left me numb; for a moment that reminded me of how to forget the world around. Tender, sober, divine, promising, guiltless and just neat for the moment or lifetime. I told myself selfishly “if a kiss was like a kill for her, am I ready for a thousand deaths?” I’d gather myself to ensure I was not one of the perverts, clowns and the unlucky ones who had their heads in their partners but equally had their minds at her. I wasn’t in them. I claimed it when I saw her looking straight at me for a second. I was dead for sure and dead sure she knew that although I was taking this roller-coaster ride of her body my eyes were still living in the name of naivety of my youth. She knew the truth. Her neck… wonderful long thin neck. Where the button to turn every woman—on, exists somewhere. Wise men know it. Fools are horny. Fools die hard. Wise men win it, fools don’t. I was reluctant to imagine beyond. I’m an artist and an atheist. But shamelessly putting the blame on the moment, my well-being and my humble orientation, I never wanted to give up, yet. Her shoulders were calling for a hope. They were fair, tough and tidy. Beauty was just a lame word for it. I called it destiny. With another sip of wine, I wished to forget what it was and I buried the thought of looking around getting my mind frenzied in this twitchy world puking poise. I was straight back to her. She was equally at me. Her arms, so perfect, made me thank God. They yelled perfection at every inch. Her hands were sublime and delicate. Fingers—elegant, speaking softly of intellectual words that would harrow mankind for its existence. The nails—taught me of shapes, graduating along with the thoughtless agitations created on my mind. My words on my mind break their chance slowly with pace barely to be ignored. I’m placid counting seconds seemed like a lifetime. God forgive me for what next came to me was her astonishing body. Imagining her breast was defied but the pace at which I was, I was like the ace of spades. They seem mum and humble. Hinting me that she is untouched, unloved and unearthed. I assumed her tits looked at me denying in their nocturnal prime where they would find freedom. I thought I was a martyr of hers, I willingly was, in my thoughts, a martyr of diligence to this world which has lost its prime in the name of a crime. I had reached her naval, I took my handkerchief to wipe up my forehead. I wasn’t sweating, I was pretending. It wasn’t a signal neither any sign. It was my sincerity towards my minds misdemeanor. I was ready to get punished if someone above deliberately thought it was a sin. Her naval must have been an innocent island of thoughts where one should find only salvation. Here, it was me—paranoid and paralyzed fighting with this cruel world. I never wanted to go to the roots of her belonging and the basics of mankind. I knew I would lose the game if I asked her, her-name. In my mind I was sitting at the edge of my seat. While I sipped my wine, I felt it going down from my throat like a river that climbed thousand miles to meet the sea. I took a moment, a deep breath, a short term to shut my eyes. I was amazed and I couldn’t resist to experience her wonderful legs with my naked and piercing eyes. Legs were crossed and made her look like an Egyptian queen. Her legs beamed thousand emotions. They were shiny and pure skinned. I was lucky enough to notice that the singlet she wore covered most of her but unable to reach her thighs and beyond. And so, her legs were rebellious and secretly great full that they were living this moment, here with me. They were like looking for un-fame in this twilight, they were not seeking for attention. They were like they knew they were the best then. I was paying my regards to her toe which hid in behind the sweet lock of tender shoe which she wore. Nested with the silver nail-paint on it, shining down on the floor. I remembered someone saying “Between the legs, lies the ticket to heaven”. If it is true, I wanted to be a part of all possible ride for heaven.
After all these thoughts that faded from my head, a small wield of courage cracked to occupy my thoughts. I started forming words to start a conversation with her. After all, it was the moment’s irony to blame if I could. I did not care about adjusting my hair or to take my paunch in. One thing I kept telling myself, this is the time and this is the moment for me to win the game. For she seemed open for a talk, if she was waiting for someone, her girlfriends or her boyfriend, she seemed she didn’t care for them. She looked at me as I approached; she wasn’t shocked, frightened or surprised. This act of hers, claimed if she was a maker of the situation and that she has been through this a zillion times and there were a lot of Ricardo’s approaching her with a rose in their mouth. It did not bother me, I was not a spectator neither I claimed to be a player. I was what I am. I was what I was born to be. I was on the top of my world. I was not the jack or the joker, I knew I was playing the ace of spades. She seemed prepared for what was coming next while I made my way towards her. She was awesome, when she noticed me making my move and she did not look at me, her eyes lowered and her astonishing eye-lashes appeared prominently. She was made for the moment, so was I.
I found what I was looking for.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Cradled in Love
You had the blue note sapphire eyes, to back up all those gazes
To pierce my guard and to take my soul off to faraway places
Told me I'll never be alone, cos you're right there
We took a gamble with this love, like sailing to the storm
With the waves rushing over to take us, we were battling against the tide
You were my beacon of salvation, I was your starlight
So don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love
Don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love
I kept the love you gave me alive, and now I carry it with me
I know it's just a tear drop from mother earth, but in it I can hear a dolphin sing
Telling me I'll never be alone, I know you're right there
So with the fire still burning bright, I wanna gaze into your light
If I could see my fortune there, you know how flames can hypnotize
Do I even dare to speak out your name for fear it sounds like, like a lover
So don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love
Don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive
To pierce my guard and to take my soul off to faraway places
Told me I'll never be alone, cos you're right there
We took a gamble with this love, like sailing to the storm
With the waves rushing over to take us, we were battling against the tide
You were my beacon of salvation, I was your starlight
So don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love
Don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love
I kept the love you gave me alive, and now I carry it with me
I know it's just a tear drop from mother earth, but in it I can hear a dolphin sing
Telling me I'll never be alone, I know you're right there
So with the fire still burning bright, I wanna gaze into your light
If I could see my fortune there, you know how flames can hypnotize
Do I even dare to speak out your name for fear it sounds like, like a lover
So don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love
Don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive
Friday, October 21, 2011
What if?
What if I make up to it?
Your silence.
Will it break?
Promises fallen.
Deices of brain thinking.
What if I make a start?
A start that will make things happen for us.
What if?
What if the world stops?
Between our deeds we envy.
Our dreams crashing down.
Our hopes been mended forever.
Thoughts that never met.
What if?
What if I stand?
With my foot in the door.
If I assume the world has scattered.
Finally to a mess that maps.
The reasons for our differences.
A word to die for.
what if?
Your silence.
Will it break?
Promises fallen.
Deices of brain thinking.
What if I make a start?
A start that will make things happen for us.
What if?
What if the world stops?
Between our deeds we envy.
Our dreams crashing down.
Our hopes been mended forever.
Thoughts that never met.
What if?
What if I stand?
With my foot in the door.
If I assume the world has scattered.
Finally to a mess that maps.
The reasons for our differences.
A word to die for.
what if?
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
All the way
Seems to matter what I do, so I'm saving this 4 U
Cos it seems to be the last piece there is
And you haven't had a chance yet to taste this
Fragments of a life you shouldn't miss
Seems to matter what I say, so I'll hold my tongue at bay
And rather use my mouth to kiss your frown away
So your doubts no longer darken your day
So you can hold your head up high come what may
So please remember that I'm gonna follow through all the way
Cos it seems to matter where I go, I will always let you know
That the place where I am is never far
You know, you're not alone, don't be alarmed
I'll find you no matter where you are
So please remember that I'm gonna follow through all the way
Oh my love, if it's all I can do, I'll take the fall 4 U
Cos I will soar when I lay down with you and give my all 4 U
Cos it seems to be the last piece there is
And you haven't had a chance yet to taste this
Fragments of a life you shouldn't miss
Seems to matter what I say, so I'll hold my tongue at bay
And rather use my mouth to kiss your frown away
So your doubts no longer darken your day
So you can hold your head up high come what may
So please remember that I'm gonna follow through all the way
Cos it seems to matter where I go, I will always let you know
That the place where I am is never far
You know, you're not alone, don't be alarmed
I'll find you no matter where you are
So please remember that I'm gonna follow through all the way
Oh my love, if it's all I can do, I'll take the fall 4 U
Cos I will soar when I lay down with you and give my all 4 U
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
The Poet And The Muse
There's an old town wrought with mystery of Tom.
The poet and his muse and the magic lake,
Which gave a life to the words the poet used.
Now the muse she was his happiness,
And he rhymed about her grace.
And told her stories of treasures deep beneath the blackened waves.
Till in the stillness of one dawn
still in its mystic crown.
The muse she went down to the lake,
And in the waves she drowned.
And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.
The Poet came down to the lake to call out to his dear.
When there was no answer, he was overcome with fear.
He searched in vain for his treasure lost, and too soon the night would fall.
And only his own echo would wail back at his call.
And when he swore to bring back his love by the stories hed create.
Nightmares shifted endlessly in the darkness of the lake.
And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.
In the dead of night she came to him with darkness in her eyes.
Wearing a mourning gown, sweet words as her disguise.
He took her in without a word, for he saw his grave mistake.
And vowed them both to silence, deep beneath the lake.
Now if its real or just a dream. One mystery remains.
For it is said on moonless nights they may still haunt this place.
And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.
And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.
The poet and his muse and the magic lake,
Which gave a life to the words the poet used.
Now the muse she was his happiness,
And he rhymed about her grace.
And told her stories of treasures deep beneath the blackened waves.
Till in the stillness of one dawn
still in its mystic crown.
The muse she went down to the lake,
And in the waves she drowned.
And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.
The Poet came down to the lake to call out to his dear.
When there was no answer, he was overcome with fear.
He searched in vain for his treasure lost, and too soon the night would fall.
And only his own echo would wail back at his call.
And when he swore to bring back his love by the stories hed create.
Nightmares shifted endlessly in the darkness of the lake.
And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.
In the dead of night she came to him with darkness in her eyes.
Wearing a mourning gown, sweet words as her disguise.
He took her in without a word, for he saw his grave mistake.
And vowed them both to silence, deep beneath the lake.
Now if its real or just a dream. One mystery remains.
For it is said on moonless nights they may still haunt this place.
And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.
And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.
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