I walk towards the figure that stands by the cliff. The sound of the ocean beating against the rocks like a humming bird kissing the sweetest flower. I come close to her and she leans her back against my chest. My hands grace her neck as she feels my heart beat.
My hands move across her shoulders…slowly breezing over her hands..feeling the warmth of her soft skin against mine. I hold her hand and spread them as wings…letting the soft cool breeze breathe us in.
I move one hand over her right shoulder and the other over her waist…she gently tilts her head and leans her cheek against my hand as I kiss her finger tips.
Tattered, beaten, broken & raped
The things about my life that no one hates
I look to salvage all my mistakes
Maybe something good comes from my haste
The straight long shackle hangs down my waist
Consumed by my lust, fulfill my taste
Emptiness falls like a brick on my face
I look inside and I find a box of erase
Nothing else for me, nothing…just this stanza
A stanza dedicated to my mistakes
A place where tall buildings overshadow narrow streets and bright lights reflect off crystallized buildings to dazzle our humanity, a place bright enough to shine over our barefaced rulers and business men who take pride on their paper, the paper they have cheated so hard to earn.
Liars and thieves are respected and innocence has no value. It was not always this way, I remember the same barefaced people stroking my hair as they walked by. They would smile and laugh at others happiness…And now they believe no one cares for their humanity, no one cares.
Where did we fail? When did innocence run out? When did our most dishonored become our champions? When will we learn?
I hope it is not too late.
Calling me at home
The life that you want to live
And as the story goes
We are growing dead and cold
Id like to say I do
But ill never ever love you
You hold me in your arms
But I don’t feel the same
Id like to take the blame
But its not all on me
Stop driving me insane
With your feelings of love
I think the only way
Is to run far away from me
But I don’t really care
Cause I am weak
You try so hard not to lose your faith
You find yourself on a crossroad
Where everything is in conflict in your head
And you know you cant go on like this
When the sun comes out you don’t feel alive
And the people that walk around are faceless
No one really cares where your coming from
Another life that’s lost…Another life that’s lost…
This is a song about a guy who wants to escape away into another land. One day he sees a shooting star and remembers the story of Peter Pan. Sits down and writes a song about neverland..(True Story)
I cant sit and drown in sorrow…
That all the lonely days have gone away…
The other people cant seem to follow…
My nights have turned to day..
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
You hold my hand and fly higher…
…And we are looking down from the clouds…
The little lights that shine down there…
Look like beacons in the night…
So throw your pixie dust on me, hold my hand, fly me away…to that secret land.
Where I can be a child again, I wont have any troubles…up there in neverland.
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
I wake up in the morning…
…And everything has gone away…
I realize in that moment…
That my life will find a way…
So throw your pixie dust on me, hold my hand, fly me away…to that secret land.
Where I can be a child again, I wont have any troubles…up there in neverland.
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
You came and spoke to me one day…
Stole my heart and ran away…
I still find the pixie from that day…
The day my loneliness came back to me.
I look into your eyes and see the skies of blue,
Your hair is long and black and your smile is something new,
I’m standing here singing on this desert dune,
Thinking of all the time I spent looking for you.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter where I go.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter if I call this place my home.
My mornings are so beautiful when I dream of you,
I’m holding your hand and walking down this path for you,
The light that shows me the way is brightened by you,
The darkness is gone and the world is something new.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter where I go.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter if I call this place my home.
All the movie stars just start pretending the world is never ending now
And they show us lives we can’t live and everyone just wants to some how
Where has she gone?
Where has she gone?
When we were little we ran after things we don’t find useful now
And look at us we are just crying over things we think we need some how
Where has it gone?
Where has it gone?
I just don’t think we will ever find peace over hereeeee…
I just don’t think we will ever find peace over hereeeee…
I just don’t think we will ever find peace over hereeeee…
I just don’t think we will ever find peace overrrrrrrrrrrr…
All those sleepless nights that we have spent seem to turn to nothing now
And the promises of love that we once had seem to be lost some how
Where has love gone?
Where has love gone?
All those quiet times that we spent when everything stopped running wild
And all the times we’d lay our heads and wake up to the sadness that was lost some how
Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?
I just don’t think we will ever find peace over hereeeee…
I just don’t think we will ever find peace over hereeeee…
I just don’t think we will ever find peace over hereeeee…
I just don’t think we will ever find peace overrrrrrrrrrrr…
Where have we gone?
Where have we gone?
We’ve lost ourselves and now we’re all gone.
Say goodbye to Jane,
She will never ever come again,
Say goodbye to Jane,
I don’t know why she lost her way.
She came and went like the whisper that is never heard…You would hope things were different but that day of silence will never be heard. When it is around you have nothing to say but as soon as it is gone you think of that day.
Say goodbye to Jane,
She will never ever come again,
Say goodbye to Jane,
I don’t know why she lost her way.
Like a short story that leaves a mark but you cannot read it from the start. Like a fruit that tastes so sweet you wished you would find another. Like those moments of your childhood that are stuck in your head. Like a grape that is bitter and sweet.
Say goodbye to Jane,
She will never ever come again,
Say goodbye to Jane,
I don’t know why she lost her way.
Like the last breath before you take the long sleep. I will remember her.
I stood by the creek dancing to the water in my head as it dances. The cool breeze of this quiet evening brushing over my skin. So much as a stone thrown by a child makes it dance. With such disturbance it takes into itself and lets out so gracefully. So if I am the stone thrown into the water let her take me into her arms so gracefully. Let her beauty and passion consumer me and take me away with her. So that I too may see the world in its glory and the colors that lift my spirit away into a painting.
Like the humming bird that drinks from the flower….Let me drink from you.
How does it feel to be stoned when the early morning light shines upon your face….feelings that are relived in the memories set in your mind…hoping to change them just for a second so that you might have done something you wanted…something you want to do even now
So that I may have kissed her before she left….kissed her I have but only in my thoughts….
The moments I treasure that have not yet come to pass…
But every time I get close she disappears into the mist…and the wind rushes her hair across my face as her image fades from my stare….Ohh!! How I wish she was back
As we sit in the train and light comes in from the window shining upon her face….and she smiles…and her eyes glow up like beacons in the night….and the grass grows green filled with children who sing…where has my merry one gone
and I twist and turn but nothing I’ve learned as I slumber without her warmth….and I ask myself when day comes night…How does it feel to be stoned in the early morning light?
Roads Lyrics
Portishead
Oh, can’t anybody see,
We’ve got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.
I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain’t right,
Surely that ain’t right.
Oh, can’t anybody see,
We’ve got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Oh, can’t anybody see,
We’ve got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
I stand waiting for the flames of my heart to die out of you. So I can escape into the world and live free. Free from the torment that captivates me every moment I think of you.
My heart is broken (Art Work). Done for a very dear friend of mine who inspires me every day.
Light shines in the darkest of places…
In my broken heart there is a gentle spark that shines steadfast…
Only to enlighten the world when it flames…
But my heart is still broken…
I AM BROKEN.
My heart is still broken…
Another day I wake up as the sunlight hits my face only to crawl to the bottle of spirit by my bed. I swallow so quickly as my body stumbles to breath as the cold liquor flows down my chin onto the floor. I see the sunlight now through the tears in my eyes. Tears my body has cried to contain the memories of her soft voice. I call out to her gently but hear no reply. The songs that were playing in my head over and over again calling for her and only her, bringing back her memories and thoughts to me.
What happens when you cannot tell dream from reality, when you cannot say you are awake or asleep. You know you have lost your sanity when all you can think of is fading away into nothingness. Is it love that drives us to these feelings?
Love is an emotion that means so much but is not worth anything in this world. So many have cried tears for this emotion the rivers appear like a drop on your cheek. Yet the world has ripped love into shreds and left it nothing but the word. What have we done to our humanity?
What have we done to our humanity? We are so blind we can’t even see what we have done to ourselves. We have ravaged our most beloved emotion into nothing but a word. The stories of the lovers are now just fairy tales that amuse us but fail to inspire.
“Oh!!! Shame” they say.
“Shame” say the lovers to us as they watch from beyond the heavens.
They say “Shame on those who have left our legacy to amusement”.
They say “Shame on those who have turned us into stories”.
They say “Stories that have turned us into tales”.
One day those tales shall be no more. What have we done to love?
People live long lives and one day die. Where would you like to be buried. I have heard that the souls live on inside the grave. There grows life around your resting place. Imagine a soul so cruel life only seems to cease around them. The grave so corrupt it kills everything that it consumes.
Imagine a world where life was different. Where bad was good and good was bad. A soul so deserved to live around life consumes it for all the good it has done. Life gone and forgotten as the place around our graves would become uninhabited.
Embrace what life brings because when the end comes you need to be sure that you are remembered in peoples hearts as a good man and live immortal in the hearts of all. Immortality not by living forever but by being remembered by all other souls.
…And so I bring to you My Grave by the muddy bank.
Standing by the edge. You feel like taking the leap into the cold dead waters that you see. Just a few steps more and you would cure yourself of life. Just a few steps more and all that you cared for surrenders to execution.
But have you thought of the ones who care about you…
My words are lifeless…
My music is bold…
Emotions that die today…
Shall never come fourth…
I have something to say…
but I cannot be heard…
I speak through my music…
about a world that burns.
This one is also a self potrait. It came out really nice. The white one is the original and the blue one was edited because some of my friends wanted to see a blue version of Torment.
My sad soul hides behind my hollow smile…
My eyes glow with tears that have dried…
My life is a tangled piece of thread that is discarded…
I Feel Alone.
The day went by swiftly. I did not notice what has slipped away. Like a gentle kiss that you feel before you lover leaves to be on her way. Little things that slip away into the sea. A day went by like a moment of quiet when you close your eyes and stop your thoughts. Gently slipping into a slumber of quiet and dark.
This time shall not come by again. Slowly slipping into the darkness of my mind now. I slowly slumber waiting for the end of time. Time passes by…
I am the fear that wakes you up at night,
Your heart now belongs to me,
I hold you close to myself,
Till I drink my fill and leave you be,
You wont feel the chill of day,
Now the light has gone away,
You walk to fall under my wings,
Obey my words you are my kin.
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