hallucinations and dreamsHow do I call you without losing the romance and mystery?What ritual or dance is done to the moon to bring me your kisses?The death of a being of such beauty is a spectacle that seems to me as sad as wonderful... I feel compelled to stop it.Every night, when I retire quietly of your dreams, but not before leaving a black rose on your pillow, along with a note "Goodbye beautiful girl. You already have a place in my heart. "For a moment, a feeling consumes me the idea of staying here by your side until I'm lifeless...But then I think about the consequences of letting me die: my soul would rest, yes; but my body would miss you, and that pain could not bear a lifetime.One sometimes die slow, and miss everything that has not happened yet, living in a fantasy, a fast and bright longing to that person who has not even turned around to see us ...These are seemingly endless minutes, minutes where only exists pain and torture.The pain becomes a pang.The rumors are floating in the mist.
A touch of loveYour cold touchMakes me shiverBut the love it holdsKeeps me alive
Golden Field of SadnessGolden Field of Sadness 1/25/14There she stands in a golden field of wheat,hands spread - her face raised to the shining moon.She embraces the rain the slides down her cheeksand falls lightly on her long hair of bright yellow.It is straight and lustrous as it clings to her skin.Her eyes are wild and crazed.Pain wracks her body in wave afterwretched wave. This world has broken her.She wishes to drown in this saturated air.She screams into the night as a cloudcovers the glowing face of the moon.Through her sadness, somehow I see a vibrant life.I feel the fullness of her light.I watch her from a distance longing to easeher anguish but unsure as to how.Oh, that dress looks so nice on her.Does she even see me?Could I ever comfort her?Make her forget the past?She drops to her knees and poundsthe soaked ground. And her tearsblend in with the rain and my heart melts.I have to try to end her fearsand shelter her from the bitter years.To end her pain becomes my aim
Creationme here .. you therea doorway doth divide us--yet our hands move in tandemand strangers can never fathomhow the art we make unites us
Is it Too Much to Ask For?PremièreTake me to places unknownBy normal peopleShow me songsThat don’t play on the radioBut play within your heartThen leave me aloneTo drown in the creativityYou gave meDeuxièmeMy head against your chestListening to your heartBeat nervouslySkin to skinWhispering in each other’s earsPromises of tomorrowsThat may take weeks to comeYour sweaty palmPressed in my dry oneTroisièmeYour nuzzle your faceIn my skinny, frail neckAnd trace your fingers acrossMy bulging stomachAnd whisperAgainst my pale skin“You’re beautiful”I nudge youAnd call you an idiotBut smile a smileYou won’t seeQuatrièmePlanning and planningNine to five shiftsAre for boring peopleI am not a boring personI want to explore where everMy troubled heart desiresWith no restrictionsAnd I want youTo be by my sideLaughing along with meCinquièmeCall me a bitchThen thank me for being sweetI’ll playfully punch youAnd call
Fantasiacreation I turned inside outfor all demanded by the seers three dragon scalestwo phoenix feathersa cup of mermaid tearsone hummingbird’s lashdrops of elvish blooda dash of faerie fears anything and everything to conjure your love for me