Once upon a Passion

 

Touch me with a passion only read in fairy tales

Leave my heartbeat over my body to draw trails

Seal my breath with tender lips over parcels and parts setting sails

Touch me with a passion only heard in Love songs

Wipe away the thin thread between rights and wrongs

Lead my soul to where it ever belongs

Touch me with a passion only hidden in perfume bottles

Book me a room down your lap; I’m sick of cold hotels

Tailor me a religion away of old gospels

“Ecstasy” Painting by Tomasz Rut

 

Touch me with a passion only matured in wine jars

Take my hand and let’s dance beneath stars

Lock me down your heart so I can taste freedom behind bars

Touch me with a passion only sealed in longing-prayers

Play my beat like pro-guitar players

Hush my thoughts for a while like do, to crowds, powerful mayors

Touch me with a passion best played between an orphaned swell and a deserted shore

Touch me with that same passion just once more

Touch me to lose sense of time…then touch me no more.

 

Falling Crystals

Seconds drift like years

Knitting more fears

A shadow of mine escaped the crowd

Broke in tears a proud cloud

Uncaring for a pride falling to a creep

Darkness keeps secrets in the deep

Breathless turned an eye

Towards a marvelous sky

Was it sky’s garment over-glittering?

Or my crystals were behind that much twinkling?

Couldn’t I realize which was true?

As I couldn’t stop tears for a proper view

And how could I when you sleep cold!

You’ve promised with me to grow old

Why you’ve gone this fast?

What a spell to cast!

“The surreal “painting by Rob Gonsalves

When I was around four, in love with a star I fell

Used to dream of it as well;

“Beyond that twinkling star

The Lord has hidden a jar

In which he collects spirits

Not any; just those of royal merits”

Wish that jar’s there for real

Glimpses of your wandering spirit, all night I’d steal

Weird’s life and how time rules every game!

Seems like yesterday when you spelled first my name

Today that you’ve become for whom I yearn

And tonight you’re ashes and I’m your urn…

Heart of Albums

Sadness becomes my owner

Haunt memories every corner

Bleeding as moments creep

Shallow goes every deep

Smiles; nothing but the work of stadiums

Beats no more traced away of albums

Through photos, sour life’s tasted

Nights making no love are nights wasted

“Pamela”painting by Carrie Graber

 

 Everywhere I go; your scent follows my trace

No more can I go on without an embrace

I run and hide; still echoing your voice

No more can I breathe; but there’s no choice

 

It’s me who decided to breathe without you

And how a rose can stop breathing dew!

How a spring can stop wearing colors!

How a butterfly can stop tasting flowers!

How a swell can stop kissing shore’s hands!

How can everything keep going in time my time still stands!

Oh no…I’ll start no tear destined to last

No present; no future should meet this past

I’ll survive another heart cavity

There’ll come a doctor; I believe in gravity…

 

Thirsty Soul

Snow peaks witnessed sunshine

Everybody felt unusually fine

Smiling birds there flew

Under a sky finally painted blue

Is it summer or just a passing day

For our sun, a winter tax, to pay

Or it’s simply Valentine!!!

Young hearts in front of shops stood in line

Spending a tiring day searching a present

Special enough for pumping hearts to be pleasant

“To Our Time Together” painting by Vladimir Kush

Hours slipped away, and came the wanted night

For chests, arms and lips to fight

Fragrant candles every where

Hid romance here and there

Our world’s sinking in red

Hot kisses wake the resting bed

Where thirsty souls make love

Blessed from angels watching from above

But here stands a soul under a clear sky

Alone with a million star, ready to fly

Fly to whom at most she cares

His absence has made life nothing but continuous nightmares

But him, the heart, longs for none

What’s a Valentine after he’s gone!!!

Behind Bricks

…Another trip! Oh no

Cups of tears to sip and a smile to draw

Please kiss me not before you go

I’m okay; scratch no worries on your mind

Spare me hugs with a fake beat signed

Shut that door; no girl will cry behind

The Weak you know was only weak, for you wished her so

But to be strong, you taught her when you didn’t even know

Look at her now, with you, her fears will go

“Lilac Cottage” painting by Thomas Kinkade

Go… go plant your weaknesses in another

Play the hero upon stealing her warmth for your cold feather

And remember me not when she discovers the snake beneath branded leather

Pack your things along with that mini-mouse

Forget not to take the hidden behind the bricks of this house

Only then you won’t go short of lies
to feed her as you browse

Do yourself a favor and act not The Weak

Go now; I’ve a life to climb its peak

I’ve gardens to grow on a pale cheek

Go now and come back no more

Won-battles never make a won-war

You might have won it all, but you’ve long lost your core…

Broken Spell

Like an embryo bringing in pain his mum to her knees

A Poetess’ beats screamed to breathe freedom-breeze

Waking behind her tired lids the Angel of Sleep

To a mission of carrying out a peaceful delivery of her screaming deep

Faithfully he flew the dawn seeking virgin zones

Capturing moon’s last ray fallen on precious stones

And back pouring light-drops in her inkwell

To baptize every beat on farewell

“Explosion Thumb” painting by Salvador Dali

Sneaking through her window, the sun touched her face

Whispering through her hair, “rise and shine your grace”

She opened her eyes with a smile to the almost-forgotten-sound

Sensing a warmth spinning through her insides; long-lost yet now found

Lost in thoughts surfing her mind and threatening to spill

To her den she strode looking for a badly-missed quill

Over the mahogany desk, she sat shedding her years

Few smiles mingle with countless tears

Finally her spirit broke free from the grasp of hell

Vivid rhymes danced over lines celebrating a broken spell

Kept the papers piling and time ticking till she lost count of the two

Once found:
there was a finished story as the Angel of Sleep back to her cold eyes flew

Nude Solitude

Goodbye’s the saddest word;

Poor heart isn’t it what you’ve heard!

Maybe it’s your time to run;

Run after an everlasting sun,

And never look back;

Back’s where everything’s colored black

Where Faith turns humble

Kisses tear but never leave you tremble.

“Solitude” Painting by Framboisine Berry

Means a kiss how deep you miss,

Then why so coldly hatred pays a million kiss!

Innocent lips sound mostly lies,

And nothing but lies darkens twinkling skies.

Living in such a world may drive you wrong

Weak you are yet life’s so long.

You were and still the best;

The best heart east through west;

Escape your chains, kiss fears goodbye

Draw another fate, just make a try.

Open up, let someone special in;

Life’s nothing but a game, strive to win;

Win preciousness, hold on to and drift

A lonely soul has nothing to lift.

Conquer a heart and choose another life to stand

Never claps alone a single hand…