Archive for December 2013
Black Bacarra
You've picked out to get that magical rose
To feed an undying hope that you transpire.
A rare, dusky love, nothing alike a desire.
I wish I had a slower image
Of a schoolgirl you've been on a doorstep,
You were about to star her night,
That velvety black bacarra.
A lightly old fashion in the style,
A blunt boat out of the movement,
At the blank site you knew, it was just
A back road near by, a sideway to your train.
The things that stayed after you've stopped talking.
A deep burgundy step in, as the knitted sheets
To wrap her curves around your feet,
And the vivid plates of a table wood
That you brought home to warm your fire.
Port Fairy
With the query and a red Barun.
Like a lever quill armed with my flying dust
I landed into some yore; swear that I've said
Senor, this gotta be a good thing now!
Closed my eyes, aw my, have I been
Three sheets to the wind!
Thinking of none, rewind the tape.
Closed my eyes, aw my, it's been a long time
That I was half seas over!
Calling your name, I shouldn't do that!
I got to be a port fairy
With the query and a magic bitter.
I saw it was big for the dark blooms of the night,
To you a little fun; for me it was a line
Of a flavoured shots for the stranger.
Breaking Your Windows
Would you greet me with the new trouble?
Hey, my companion,
Would you open my broken soul?
This rain should never stop,
Let it fall till the last drop.
This dawn that is waking me cold
Should never break anything yet,
But your windows.
In my dreams
When we walk around each other
The nights are too long.
When you're coming in there I wait
Until my days walk away on me
And I'm running away from you...
You Miss Me Too
Because you are thinking about my birthday,
And you sleep with my love letters.
• I know that you miss me too,
Because you wear my fake pearls like diamonds,
And mix onions with your fingers.
I scream that it's unfair,
And then I write poetry out in the storm,
Until bolt hits me...
• I love all your double deals,
When you march in at the midnight
Like Cinderella. With the cream!
The way you eat and poke your ears,
Drink coffee in the impossible time,
and run around like on the batteries.
•And you're so clumsy, it's an art,
you torched a room with a vacuum cleaner.
Great job! Your secret super power?
I love how you put your colors together
And wear sunglasses while it's cloudy.
Look the Sun! With the nuts!
• I love how you eyeball like a carousel,
And fail so badly in every single gig.
Work's cool! Getting fired's better, Yeah!
CH/
• I forgot when I'm away of this place that
You wait me to call, Your Majesty,
And I have tub to clean,
Never really learned how to check out with the style.
I suspected, that you filled your bed
With the mountain of the stuffed kittens,
My Angel, it's all my fault, and I'm sorry
- for all the blue Mexican cookies.
• I love your funny superstitions,
I miss that foreign accent to wake me up,
and paranoic explosions that will cost me a life.
I know you think that you're fat and ugly
And planning all those diets,
But, baby, I cook all your favorite meals
And I don't care if you reach 300 pounds.
CH/ +
• Baby, on a dance floor you're the winner.
I'm so proud because you're never enough.
You turn and slide all the night,
And make me so glad that I'm with you.
You're my rocket to the Moon.
So! Go, baby go, be my disco ball!
Baby, I cook all your favorite meals,
And sing down the sink in my heals.
I'm a jukebox, put a penny for a song,
Let me put a quarter for the eternity.
You're my Lamborghini.
Go, baby go, be my disco ball!
I Gotta Go
I will be gone.
I'm leaving before
I stuck here with you,
Preparing my fava sentence,
Call me baby-you were all, all,
Everything to me.
You are fantastical, incredible, the best,
You are the picture of my dreams,
but I am---- ima-ima-ima...
I am, ima-ima-ima-a broken record,
I am, ima-ima-ima-a rotten flower.
I gotta go, I gotta go
Before I stuck here with you.
She Walks With The Dead
Its nobody there, you're talking to a dead,
that's why, why she walks your dreams.
There with them, in a nightmare walk,
the old times wait to swallow you.
No-no, it's nobody there.
You think all day about her,
At your post, but you should know,
She was rising the heads for a reason,
It's nobody there, you are talking to a dead.
She's not coming back,
Now and forever walks with the dead,
You wished so bad, imagined all in your head
but she is gone and you should let her away.
No-no, it's nobody there.
Love'n'All
Here, it has come,
And I've planned it never will;
The devil came and I've bet
That he'll stay still.
Here, I do hope that
she won't be too young;
So I can walk away,
Tonight don't let 'er to paint you black.
Love'n'all are done
In your hearth
There's none to remind 'er
When I'm gone.
Someone pours the blind wine
Into your bright eyes,
I wish to know who, to visit 'er.
Someone paints the black night
Onto your fair arms,
God should pay her, for taking away my gold.
Tonight don't let 'er to paint you black,
So I can walk away,
So I can think that I'm the One.
Your Love Should be Expensive
Pass that corridor alone.
This time your dreams were empty,
my place there was cold. Now, the pain is the past.
From the start again
Your river may flow to play silence,
To open up for the new miracles. Without a grain of the doubt
You should ask for the one who is true.
This is what becomes
From the expensive goods,
So don't let yourself down
Even if our love is gone.
Raven
I died, have you woke me up?
I fell, have you picked me up?
Aw, sweet little thing of my...
Haven't you ever
Turned down all my huge fires?
Haven't you ever
Sunk down all my deep desires?
I love you, but right after the another.
Your soul is a sorrow of the desert,
After that, this love is a pity,
An old raven that howls into the night;
You'll stay well, as you should,
But what would I do?
