Addictions of a Meloncholiac..

Addictions of a Meloncholiac..

Addicted to your prescence
I melt with you.
Spending moments with meantime
and magic with in-between time
I can't help but reminisce on what i felt with you.
And I'll wait for you.
In the minuteless moments of today
and the endless occurrences of tommorrow
I'll be here.
Pacify me with your to-do lists of this and that
but when you come
don't turn your back on me
again.
But I will wait for you.
See, I've become a victims of passions entrapment
and stuck in your sentimental mood.
Meticulously placing my sight
to the corner of your eyes to connect with you.
Wanna be there when you wake up
with food for your soul.
Sing you to sleep with my still but soultry silence
and cradle you in the nostalgic warmth of my tranquility
so I can slide thru and dance on the inside of your eyelids
and meet you in your dreams.
From there,
I will wait for you.
In the garden of irony
filled with guilty pleasures
and forbidden innocence.
Hidden existence of ecstasy and erotic conformity.
I'll tickle you with my mischevious glances of sexuality
get you stuck in my emotional elasticity
and humble you with my fragile femininity.
Together we will create our own stability.
I'll break the habit of your peristent inconsistence
and change the permanence in your tears.
I'll finally meet your kin,
and be drawn to the resemblence within you
and your mother.
So, as far as tonight
I'll lay with you.
As long as tomorrow,
I can stay with you.
Grab hold of my pinky fingertip
and let me pray with you.
Let's turn fantasy weddings into dream vows.
I'll get lost in the subtlety in your smile
while we develop the courage to change our past hurts
not demolishing our destiny.
So stand next to me,
stylistically place your heart in my hands.
And I ask you right now
that you keep me in mind
but allow me to patiently wait for you.
In the ever changing climate of good-days and bad days
and the steadfast yearnings for unconditional commitment
I'll be here.
After with others
being buried under the rubble of lies and deceit
and tied down with the knots of sensitivity and defeat
I still smiled with you.
But, afraid to let go and be free with you,
to be me with you,
and when I finally realized I needed to be with you,
I had to wait for you
and live in the reciprocity as you had once waited for me.
Everything I ask for in my poetry exists in you
so now I pray,
for the serenity to accept if we are not in God's will
but the wisdom to know
that there is a reason you make my time freeze,
set my soul at ease
and just help me...breathe.
You advise me to be me,
and I want to be
that deep breath you take before you conquer fear
because I calm you.
I want you to be washed away in my consciousness
with the realization of our rhythm
when we combine our lyrics and beats
we make Trap Muzik together
and become attached in each five steps of our Iambic Pentameter
when we complicate our written melodies
and become synchronized in our freestyles.
I want you to become lazy in the gaze of my gypsy eyes
and know that I'll be here....
but I love you,
and that's urgent as a mutha fucka.
You finish me,
so come surrender to me.
Make slow motion hit light speed
when clashing our sciences.
You cloud my every thought,
put together the once cold pieces of my heart
and make me want to relive the moment I first met you.
Just to get to do it over
and fall again,
get back to this point
and can't wait to never forget you.
So believe me when I say,
You are my once upon a time
and what I wish to be my happily ever after.
I got a blues for your bourbon
and a jones for the very essence of your existence.
Lets break away from the nothingness of solitude
and bask in the nature of our immortality...together.
Come find peace in me,
your sanctuary.
And just to help pass the time while I wait,
tell me mister,
"Would you mind if I play something for you?"

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