Chimerical Romance

The bridge that binded the two ends
Where they once used to stand
The one that united those two lovers
Somewhere right by the bend

As the moon light scattered on her raw body
He felt the weight of it on him as well
As she moved in closer and felt more intoxicated

Engrossed in her tresses he loved the lavender smell

The warmth of the moment was quite enticing

The realization also came sinking in after a while 

Sadness was subtracted from then onwards since
He had filled his laughter in her cries

The kind of things she whispered in his ears

That she wants to feel the touch of those hands

And he did just that regardless of the fears he had

In the midst of all those ifs,buts and ands

A moment where they saw the world in each other's eyes

The sun taking a back seat & the moonlight shone on her beige skin
Where it was only night with no sign of sun rise
Holding her tight he was immersed in the sin

She whispered, I know the fear that's been bothering you
Where the earth cracks from underneath your feet
I know that feeling, believe me I do
The fear in which everything seems incomplete

But I am all bound in the spell of your love
Tonight as the soundtrack of lust plays
I am flying somewhere with the clouds above
Can't keep track of my nights and days

The darkness then came creeping in uninvited
As he drew circles with his index finger on her bare back
He was now breathing her scent in and out
Slowly changing the direction from circles to tacks

And as the dawn begins to break the two lovers return
To a place in which she paints tranquillity and he thinks of hunger
Where she sings of passion and he writes of lust
Where she plays with sin and he fights a battle with surrender

Just soon enough the earth beneath them cracks and...

She now paints in madness and he now writes in blood

Amelie

In his ciudad natal de Barcelona
We share a small townhouse on the street
He paints with acrylics all day long
In his wrinkled clothes and bare feet

All three of those reside somewhere in him
Passion, lust and their friend greed
Women too visit him often must I add
To surrender to his daily needs

I too admire him from across the habitación
Some days our eyes too converse
His stare sends shivers down my spine
In his aura I'm religiously immersed

He has never sold a single painting ever
They all rest against the molded wall
He did donate a couple however
They hang proudly somewhere at city hall

Every night a damsel arrives
Through the broken back door
Oblivious to my commitment towards him
My love he usually tends to ignore

Ironic it is as years pass by
He gets old as I stay young
About my beauty references are made
For I am the greatest all others amongst

Many years have gone by since then
He is as old as one could get
The women stopped visiting too
All the blondes and the brunettes

In our ciudad natal de Barcelona
He lays on his death bed in front of me
I live in a portrait he once made
The name you see is...Amelie

When Love Is...

An Attraction

In was a busy train ride

He sat across from me that night
It was magical as our eyes conversed
My station was here but I was too submersed
I was indifferent as to where he was from
He seemed carefree too hence our love was born

Lust

The boyish grins, the sparkling eyes
The sweet surrender, nothing to hide
Tension, heat, submission, passion
Touching, stroking, pleasure, addiction
Body meets body, eyes meet eyes
Midnight oil burns, body temperatures rise

An Obsession

You were meant to exist only for me
So I shall decide what these lips should speak
I crave for thee from the bottom of my heart
I'll remain hungry for your touch till I depart
I am the moth and you're the flame
Day and night, I breathe your name

Worship

Try to forgive me Lord as I no longer bow to thee
She's become my faith and my spirit you see
I try to pray but unconsciousness takes over
She my God and she's my lover
I follow her silence blindly at night
At the end of the tunnel, she's my light

A Disease

Sink into my blood and flow into my veins
What is pleasure if not soaked in pain
Everywhere I go your memories follow
The heaviness, emptiness and the hollow
Tonight let your thoughts be my ecstasy
And let this deadly storm outside be my pathetic fallacy

Death

Pain, inevitability, hopelessness, anger
Defeat, insanity, suffering, surrender
When our bodies touch, I am born
And when we separate I lay there and mourn
Tell me, in love as to what the difference is
Between being dead and lifeless

A Deception

Your love was a hoax it was all a game
You walked away from me now who do I blame
The lies, the broken promises, the torture
My heart is in a million pieces since your departure
The void you created will remain forever
You won't be forgiven, not now, not ever

A Dream

In the midst of this solitude
Falls a moment of gratitude
Where you and I are on a swing
Enjoying the cool breeze in spring
I wake up next to you in an hour glass
Where love sprinkles upon us for eternity

Nothing But Love

Through the back door of this thing called life
Let's escape to the world of pure fantasy
Just you and I walking through heaven
Let's build our home with abstract walls of love
And chimes being the only instrument for now
Let the winds compose the song of love tonight

 

Bittersweet Adrenaline Rush

Inside that beige tent of life

True nature of these bright colors lies

Here I am in a borrowed candy floss costume

Hiding away the pain with scent of my cheap perfume

In old ripped pink ballet shoes

Perfectly complimenting my cheek's hue

You the world are here to poke fun at my act tonight

Others I must add are here to merely write

About the petite thin chested dancers, the lions & the colors

Though some think we're not worth their precious dollar

Now here comes the adrenaline rush

Entering the brain with a gush of blood

With the lights dimmed, the act finally begins

The performers in the beaded costumes come flyin' in

Amidst this chaos my task is to walk on a thin rope tonight

Wondering isn't that what I have been doing all my life?

With my head held high I walk on by

On a rope that's as high as the vanilla sky

With juggling glossy balls up in the air

Lost in my own friggin' despair

Walking nervously half way through

Slipping almost saying my adieu

To this stage, to friends and enemies in masks

Distracting myself, thinking of the wine cask

Hidden somewhere in my home's basement

With engravings of love, I'm getting impatient

Perhaps its resting by the old cherry finish book shelf

Somewhere on Jewel street in my hometown of Philadelph

I stumble again, my fear exposed to the world

Caught up again in the circus whirl

About five feet away from my destination

Don't think tonight I won the crowd's admiration

My solace drips through my sweat, its that real

Like my wounds and scars that just wouldn't heal

Holding on to my desires in my so called butter fingers

Never been this fragile, help me oh Lord dear

The enzyme of hope that runs through my system

Of lovemaking nights and what I can become

Instead of a sad circus act I perform night after night

Time will change there must be something more in life

Almost there about two feet away

Breathing in the air of my own dismay

Trying to find the balance I now lack in life

This tainted reputation will not be revived

The crowd changes its mind and cheers me on

Away from the limelight I'm a bit withdrawn

Some of 'em say she lives the life of pure fantasy

I say let their screams be my pathetic fallacy

Taking my last step finally reaching the end

The end from which my tomorrow shall begin

In state of mourning staring down at the crowd from above

They reciprocate with applause, cheers and love

So this is my fake world of lions, magic and fame

With exotic dancers, glittery costumes and ragging flames

A life lived on extremes with happiness subtract

And that's the story of how I became a circus act

　

Bella

Vague memories haunt

Of the girl she used to be

With placid blue eyes

She's now a faint memory

Splendiferous soul & outlook

With long black glazed hair

Hands softer than snow they say

And eyes filled with such despair

With a tainted reputation

And a name like Bella

Her infamous midnight escapades

She was no Cinderella

Occupant of the largest suite

In a brothel down the street

With crowds of customers to her name

On the same old white sheets

With admirers round the clock visiting

She pleased almost everyone

In and out they came and left

With a part of her existence

With a predator like hunger

And undying thirst for passion

In surrendering to the visitors

Layed her real satisfaction

Age caught up soon resulting in

Her sweet demise courtesy of the disease

Yet to the frequent visitors she'll forever be
That exquisite damsel from the streets

With the brothel demolished now

Her scent remained there for a while

But to the local residents she'll always be

That girl with a broken smile

Eden

The plethora of reasons she can give thee
But shouldn't speak of them no sire no
The craving for forbidden fruit does not subside
As she's starting to hit a real low

Thick grey clouds of sin take over
Desire and hunger all submerge into one
The soft ripe juices of passion flow in
Aching for a touch, she's come undone

Brushes were all picked out from before you see
And the shades have also finally been chosen
The strokes are a bit subtle on the paper
As she paints her very own Saint Ambrosian

The pleasure is mostly soaked in hurt hence
Screams from the captive cells of her mind
Trapped in her own conspiracy theory tonight
She's somewhere by the bridge's bend

Obliviously struggling to find the lost solace in
Astronomical unknown noisy crowds of the city
Losing a part of her existence every minute
Wandering around like a goddamn gypsy

Her parching days come to an end ultimately
And a dash of relief eventually takes over
Pinching herself just to make sure you see
That she's finally met her real lover

Embraced in the arms of her very own stranger
With love floating around in every inch of her space
In you must I confess, I find my real Zen
So there you go Sire, I now rest my case

Certain Things Only You And I Know

Here's the thing... Its a big city. With lights and big malls. With highways and fancy cars. With busy restaurants and exotic menus. With trains running every 30 seconds and with people walking countless miles. That's the thing with big cities. We work our asses off. But when the day comes to an end here's an other thing about big cities... it sometimes get very lonely. Its true. You and I both know when that happens.

But here's the thing... when that happens I turn to you. I have no other choice. Even if I did have a choice I would still turn to you. Because you understand me so damn well. I don't know this is really off topic but I feel that sometimes when you have too much going on a feeling of emptiness sort of takes over. Its ironic but it happens sometimes. You and I both know when that happens.

Here's the scary thing.. I think I am losing my touch. More than that I feel like I am losing myself. The fear of losing myself is eating me inside out. And there's nothing I can do that would reverse the effect of this feeling. I feel ugly. I look ugly. I don't know what I am saying anymore. I start from one thing and end at something totally unrelated. It has become my thing. Its true. You and I both know that it has been happening a lot lately.

I am sitting in your terrace. Here's the thing though...Its funny no one really uses the word terrace around here. Its strange. After all it is a strange city. With strange weather. With strange buildings and strange street names. With strange cars and strange people. Its a city of strangers. I don't know. I feel like an outsider here. Its strange. You know that feeling. I think you feel awkward as well. So its good then. You and I both agree that this is a strange city.

Here's the thing with life. Its quite content. No complaints. Between working crazy hours and running to evening classes... its all good. Burnt out some would say? But its okay. Cuz who isn't burnt out in such big cities? I don't know anyone who isn't. And I know a lot of people so that says something too you know. But here's the thing though... in the midst of living a busier life than ever... you and I both know this for sure..

We were much happier when we were absolutely miserable.

Its true. We both are such complicated paradoxes. And that's something You and I are for sure.

Aren't we?

:)