Posts Tagged ‘Love’

Michael Saints. Interesting concept. A response to Amanda White’s “Michael”

Tone of Pink

Oh red, you are so beautiful
And red, you are so real
Everything I dream of is held there right in your hands
Between your fingers.

So red, why not make a deal?
Whoever wins this hand has to do what the other wants
So red, what do you say?
Are you up for the challenge?

Oh, red, you have everything a man would want in a woman
Oh red, you have me begging in here
You have me in the palm of your hands
Why don’t you squeeze?

Come on red, lets me be truthfully harsh here
Like you have written in that song
Come on, red, let’s speak real lexes
I want that which you want as well.

You know I’m the king of my world
But I’d love to have you as my queen
So what do you say, red darling?
Are you in?

So, red now that you have traveled the world
Have you find anyone like me?
I know you have not, I am unique
I rock your world like nobody does, and nobody will.

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This is from the perspective of Lauren Black, who just as Amanda White has heard of the mysterious character simply called “Michael”

Opus Majus

You, you seem like somebody different
You, you are so unique, so talented
You, you steal the words out of my mouth
You, you seem like you’re in my head.

You, I like it when you talk to me
You, I like it when you listen so close
Is like you can relate to the things I feel
It’s like you see through my very own eyes.

What can you tell me about it all?
I love it when you fire up like a lose cannon
I love it when don’t take it and stand tall
That’s quite a rare thing, so uncommon.

You, you seem trustworthy and confident
You, you seem like you’d catch me if I fell
You, you make my day beautiful and bright
You, you seem like somebody I’d like to meet.

You, I like it when you speak so real
You, I like it ‘cause you allow me to be me
Is like you were send from the great beyond
Just to be right here and keep me company.

The greater work is done in your persona
Never seen anybody quite as raw as you
Enchanted by all of your charm’s pheromone
Anybody can fall for the things you say, for the things you do.

 

The Artic State of Revering

I wrote her beautiful
I wrote her really kind
In my pen her words are arsenal
A metaphor for this life to find.

If I scribble she becomes real
As true as when the fingers touch
In my head is a thing I can feel
Cause in reality there’s no thing as such.

So poet, write me a story of love
Of those that never rot and turn
Print those verbs that are suave
One cannot wait for the pages to burn

I wrote her spectacular
I wrote her almost perfect
But when the sense becomes oracular
The contact sways misdirected.

If I stop she disappears from this screen
As soon as my thoughts begin to fray
In my head this can only be a dream
Cause in reality I know that no one would stay.

So poet, write me a verse of life
Of those that never hurt or end
Print those words that are alright
One cannot wait for arguments to defend.

She then died in my heart
But I’ll never give her- her funeral
And right here lie the scar
The kind that’s never really ephemeral.

Ms. Him Mr. Her

She doesn’t need any friends
Who the hell ever needed any?
You know she can depend of herself
Except when is required another’s opinion
She can do it all on her own
Never seen anybody so damn independent
It doesn’t matter the days she feels alone
She can disguise it all with a forced smile now.

Sometimes she wishes to feel the rain
Other days she prays for the world to burn
She can be at the edge of the end and not fall away
But I know to the center of it all she can never return.

She’s never ever truly wrong
Except for the moments she doubts herself
Don’t dare to give an opinion of your own
That’s an offense she will never forgive, nor forget
Don’t you know she’s the queen of her world?
Who the fuck needs a king when she can do it all?
It doesn’t matter if you truly have fallen in love
She doesn’t need your goddamn affection or empathy.

Sometimes she wishes she wasn’t born
Other days she prays for the world to disappear
She can be at the verge of a breakdown and still not mourn
But I know that when death is so close you can only fear.

She’s doing so much better in her head
While her actions only dictate how she’s losing her mind
“You and I, yeah, we rather be dead”
That’s what she whispers when she’s tired of being kind.

She gives her body and soul to strangers
Cause those are the ones that will forget later on
She risks it all without a fuck about the dangers
And she’s gonna do it all until the day that she’s finally gone.

This is for my soon to be ex-wife. I know she won’t read this, but I have to get it out.

For Everything We Cannot Talk About Anymore

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we spent time together
And all the differences were set aside
And all of our problems didn’t put up a wall.

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we laughed together
And all of our differences were put down
And the problems with each other became obsolete.

It was so beautiful, and it was so nice
It was like we healed and left the past behind
I swear to God I never intended to hurt you
I never intended for us to end up like this

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we were friends again
And all the differences were things of the past
And all our problems were buried deep under.

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we had a good time
And everything that made us be away from each other
Was something we were matured enough to deal with.

It was so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes
It was like we forgave one another and left the past behind
I swear to God I never intended to hurt you
I never intended for us to end up like this

Why can’t we talk about it?
How come we end up hurting again?
I wish I had the strength to be a different person
The betterness you seek back then.

No matter how much time passes,
no matter how wide the distance is,
It still hurts like it was yesterday
I cannot forgive myself for how insufficient I was
But now it’s far too late,
we have locked that door
Now there’s no room for repentance, or
For everything we cannot talk about anymore.

Amanda White. Inspired on beautiful singing.

Father Sky

Extend your arms, spirit of the sky
Expand your wings and teach me how to fly
I want to soar to the highest of highs
I want to stay right by your side.

Come to my aid, spirit of the wind
Teach me how to lean and how to mend
I want to reach the heavens with thou
I want to be where I’d be allowed.

‘Cause you serenade me with your cathartic eclectic song
You fill my heart when I’m down, sad and I’m all alone
The reverbing tremolo bouncing off the walls of this lounge
Synchronizes perfectly with how my accelerated heart pounds.

Extend to me, oh, spirit of the clouds
Blow of your breeze and send me up above
I want to dash across your linen atmosphere
I want to stay right here tonight.

Respond to my call, spirit of the stars
Teach me how to lead and how to shine
I want to float around your cosmic orbit
Touch all of the natural satellites.

‘Cause you serenade me with your cathartic eclectic song
When my day is somber, you light upon just like the sun
The vibrating staccato bouncing off the walls of this lounge
Synchronizes perfectly with how my syncopated heart pounds.

Oh, Father Sky
All of your children in me lie
They sway me from one to the other side
And then they sway my being back inside
With their uplifting heterogeneous lullaby
So beautiful, that it makes me cry.

‘Cause they serenade me with your cathartic eclectic song
When I’m wandering, your embrace makes me feel like home
The reverbing tremolo bouncing off the walls of this lounge
Synchronizes perfectly with how my accelerated heart pounds

It won’t be long ‘til you reach me
It won’t be long ‘til we’ve become one.

Amanda White

Under The Sun

Sexualize me in the way only you can
I want to be sexy in your sight, in your eyes
So treat me like the thing you want to treat me like
A broken heart can go both ways even when only one is playing.

You think you are so smart, with that snickering face
I just wanted to kiss you so I could give you of my disease
The more you want me, the more I hold you in my strings
And though it sickens me, I need to prove myself that I’m able to do this.

Why would anybody set the bar so low?
If I was just a little more matured then, I’d have approached things differently
And more than why, you might wonder how?
How is it possible for one to love oneself through the filter of manipulating perplexities?

Sexualize me in your heart and in your mind
I want to be sexy when I come around and you inside
So hold me tight, like I’m the control you don’t want to lose
A broken spell can either undo this bubble I was in, or trap you too.

You think you’re so valuable, like a treasure chest
I just wanted to take a peek into your chasm and spit on it
The more you want me, the more you disgust me, but
If I’m to win over this game that you think I’m falling in, I must push further.

Why would anybody set the bar so low?
If I was just a little more conscious then, I’d have confronted things differently
And to wonder what might’ve done now?
How is it possible for one to love oneself through the filter of bending up the perpendicular?

There’s a bridge between my heart and my body
I should’ve never kept my feelings under closed doors
To understand there’s a connection within my own spirit
It is something that I never really thought of before.

Why would anybody set the bar so low?
If I was a little more empathetic of myself and of others,
Oh, I would’ve done so many things so differently
And though all this got me to the place I am right now
Is it impossible for one to love oneself through the filter of bending bullets aimed for the heart, and for the soul…
Oh, no, to give onto others the pain you withhold
It is so unfair, cause when one is young and full of all of these hormones
Should one really be held countable of such things done?
‘Cause life is like a coin, it’s two sided…
So what is really hiding under the sun?