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Dreamy moodI can hear the wind start playing;
Laugh of leaves, caught by surprise.
I'll compose what they are saying...
Translate it to something nice.
If I'll see the starlight twinkle,
Like the garlands in the sky,
I'll pretend it's quiet jingle
Of the reindeer, still nearby.
If I hear it start to drizzle,
I'll imagine that night has
Tuned to wind's melodic whistle
With a jazzy beat on glass.
If I'll see fog start to cover
Sapphire street with chiffon waves,
I'll assume... for secret lover
Night in peignoir now awaits.
For, tonight, despite what weather
Mother nature will combine,
Feeling dreamy, I would rather
See in all a kindly sign.
JuneSummer sends along a gentle whisper
In the rhythm of a morning breeze.
Dawn awoke, and June leans in to kiss her
From behind huge fans of sleek palm trees.
Lady Earth (2)Today, she will not marcel
Ocean locks along the shore,
Won't ride wind's swift carousel
Wearing rain beads, as before.
Instead, she'll awake at dawn,
Yawning with a breeze so soft...
In her cozy sunshine gown
Which she'll not rush to take off.
Don't have time to date...Don't have time to date just yet;
On exams my mind is set.
I'll just focus on the school;
Graduation's coming soon!
Boys won't whisk me from my desk!..
Would be nice, though, if they'd ask.
Advice from me :)When, overcome by stormy moods,
The two of you clash attitudes;
When quarrel overpowers sense,
And yelling gets to be immense;
Remember that, with lovely ease,
All this can melt down in a kiss.
Christmas in JulySanta,
I know it's not season yet;
Not the time to give or get.
But you know how hard I've tried.
Please make Christmas in July!
Been a good girl past half year;
Please send us some of your cheer.
Let true miracles be seen;
You know all the things I mean.
I'll be hoping everyday
For an early holiday.
My secretLet me tell you a secret
So listen carefully...
if you take my hand
but let me lead
If you would just trust me
when I say I'm not like them
If you show me mercy
by wiping the tears of my cheeks when I'm sad
If you let me feel home, safe and protected
just hug me tight and never let go
If you would just have faith in me
Then I promise you one thing
I promise you will never ever have to be alone again
I promise you that love...
Turn On The Dark
When fragile hopes and fears collide
It waits for you on the other side
I can feel the tremors in my soul
I've grown afraid of the masquerade.
Barely holding on, I'm losing control
Wide awake, I confide in the shade.
Sinking so slowly down the drain
Much like the purple pill I swallow.
A voice unheard is a voice in vane
Black rain falls and teardrop's follow.
Shadows loom throughout the room
They cover my eyes like a veil.
Just flip the switch, it'll be over soon
Just pull the curtain over the pale.
The transition rattles my psyche at first
Yet it's a feeling I've always invited.
For when my body becomes submersed
I discover my worlds benighted.
I wonder how much time has passed
Fading deeper into the stark domain.
A place like this, shows no contrast
But it's a place I must ascertain.
I call this smoke-filled cell a prison
That harbors questions of fruition.
But like a zombie, I have risen
To greet the face of my mortician.
I'm taken with its abysmal skies
Now I reap the chilling sile
ThoughtsLeave if it's what's best
but for now don't let me
be fooled by such low
Hit me where it hurts.
until then, don't butter
me up with your love.
I cannot take that.
I may have a chance
to be loved in return.
so please, my love,
let me have that or
take me for yourself.
I can hear you singI can hear you sing
as you sing your song
with words still hushed
and music mute,
with a masked city-sky
and a moon complete,
with the yellowed light
streaming across the streets
I can hear you sing.
I can hear you sing,
somewhere here in me
this little ache to miss another beat,
Yes, I can hear you sing
of red roses and wreathes
that follow you and
and scant memories.
I can hear you sing
of years that you will never see,
of lives you could have healed,
of friends you'll never meet.
Yes, I can hear you sing.
And yes, I know,
that you think I will never feel
every gasp of pain,
every sigh of grief,
every breath of fear,
between you and me.
But, I can hear you sing
and I know the words are not for me.
Yes, I can hear you sing
a symphony of tears and rain,
And I can hear you sing,
I can hear you sing.
What I amI am a rocker, not a fighter
I am a writer, not a singer
I may get angry, i'll try not to yell
I could get lonely, no one can tell
I know who I am but it's hard to explain
There's not very much I have to say
I am not perfect but I do what I can
I am not very bright but I know what I am
Do not think for a moment that I am confused
I do not think that I am an utter fool
I know what is to become of my life
No matter how crazy, I know what is right
Angel Of Sorrow, Angel Of Grief IIAngel of Sorrow, Angel of Giref
Why have you chosen me.
Why must I carry your pain
and cry your tears.
Feel your grief and take
Why must I bear your sorrow
and take your loss.
Angel of Sorrow, Angel of Grief
Why have you chosen me
To bear this burden upon my
To walk beneath your dark
Angel of Love, Angel of Spring
I pray to you, deliver me please.
(26 September 2012)
My teacher told me
to grab more attention
to my writing
"Make them read."
Why should they
keep on if you have
People want to be
(shocked astounded absorbed)
Beautiful words aren't enough
so I started with fuck
You're still reading so
I guess she was
Humiliating HumanityLike a vamp draining blood
They drain my energy
These tears that fall
Take so much from me
And if I let them spill
My life's sucked dry
But if I reign them in
Another part of me would die
If I reign them in
But by letting them fall
Am I more hu-man?
I can't win either way
And I may never wake
From a trance so deep
That living is fake
September 24, 2012
Angel Of Sorrow, Angel Of GriefAngel of Sorrow, Angel of Grief
Shroud the skies with your black
Weep upon this earth and in my
hands I will catch your tears.
I will hold them to my heart
and take your fears.
I will hold your sorrows and
take your grief.
And pray that your loss may
I will carry your sadness
and take your pain.
Though relief from it I
will never gain.
Angel of Sorrow, Angel of Grief
Why have you chosen me?
(25 September 2012)
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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