Bitter Sweet Release

Here on the old white cotton sheets
Did lie a widow dressed in black
Her present flooded with memories
While love lays peacefully under six feet

In between the unwritten verses of tomorrow
And the cacophonies of unforgettable yester years
In the midst of the silent chaos around her
There lived a widow in deep sorrow

With lingering unsung melodies
Of love, laughter, passion and grief
With dry tears on the cheeks
There lay a widow in ecstasy

The sweet surrender to hurt and aching
Red was found swirling away in her palm
Along with the glass dagger which was next to
The bed on which a widow died in mourning

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

Take a break from this busy life of yours. Dim your lights. Lay down. Put your ear phones on and hit play.

Close your eyes...

Need I say more?

Rest In Peace Amy.

Lonesome Sea Fairy

Once belonged somewhere deep in the sea
A place that used to be her not so sweet home
Shelter it was next to a hundred year old wrecked ship
Mermaid she was and that too a very well known

Disentangled her long gold tresses all day long
Owned a comb made from pearls, her dearest possession
Beauty she was, uncrowned Queen of all the oceans
With such eyes that too became sea world's admiration

Royalty at its best minus an actual throne
Oblivious to the world outside her diminutive domain
Unknown to mankind and to flying creatures in the sky
Stranger to soil and sand, in the ocean she remained

Ruled by the sea serpent who owned every inch of her
Slave to her master, trapped in the tides of the sea
Twirling for his pleasure unable to escape his sight
Often experienced melancholy and wept silently

Always curious to explore sea world as well as
She wondered how it would be on the outside
Getting her curls entangled in the sea branches
She often pondered somewhere deep down inside

Floating through her sea heaven one night then
She had what some might call an epiphany
Looked outside towards the midnight twilight
Her tail dancing to night's dusky symphony

Desperate to reach out, she escaped her prison
Laid on the wet sand appreciating the galaxy
Concluded there is no going back to the trap ever
Feeling for herself, her sincerest apathy

Lying on her stomach in hopelessness and grief
Staring at her dispirited little reflection
Her curls in snarls courtesy of the absent comb
With the new found world, her striking disconnection

She once belonged in the deep sea they say
But got caught up in the web of lusting speculation
Isolated on land and unable to return to the sea
Got lost somewhere in her own translation

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