Once in a dream
Saw your waist
Dragged over
Lost in darkness
Hear my heart beats
Feel sweat on my neck
I am like a rose
As dead one
Take me now
To hell
No matter where
Set me free
Pains relief my nerves
Damn it, I am still into deep
With you
All the way
I adore your chains of pain
Bring it home again.
Gosh…
feelin stinky numb baby..
Is it yours baby?
A glamorous figure?
Scream and yale,
Not in the face on a rainy day,
Carry it away, supposedly get rid of your fears
Lost in your red hair, hear my moans, give me your sick heart
Remember those vicious jerks
Feel their fiery blood, slated skin
Taste if you will the trace of agony
Pains exploded in your nasty mind
Thoughts of deep cries
The minute you show off,
Go to bed alone foolishly
Count on carelessness
Feel my cold shivering tummy,
Stare at my angry eyes and forget it all
Wonder where it will take you
Down the dark desert
Wolfs sanctions the corners
Morning will not save you
An end to my suffering girl
Past dawn,
An extravagant termination to your game.
Admit it, dare to say; so different…
When you get fed up of my jazz music,
When I can not look at your hair cut,
We never see each other in dreams,
When I hate the sound of your washing machine,
You can not tolerate me playing my guitar Saturday night,
When I miss that dress, though, emotions revealed,
Should I dream of another angle!
How did we have our four kids; you wonder,
Do or do not believe that owls fall in love,
Never mind fish memory; it is my treat…
Thirty-seven yours back; remember the first kiss?
Answer me. Do not just stand still,,,even trees sway..
I hate your silence, your whispers, even your hair cut and the way you dance.
We are different…that is why I lingered on all those nasty years.
A line is drawn right now in my wild jungle of thoughts,
Breath my stinky loneliness.
Head north or south, you will not find me;
Leaning on your ugly chest,
Longing for an old fashionable hug;
Slow and tight, I will squeeze your waist..
It is gonna take ages till you can do it again,
No more stupid men waiting for your belly to move on stage,
Lights are on, no more jokers around…
Your thighs slimed, your eyes lost its brightness,
Your soul has gone under, there is a new generation now,
Blonds, or else, whatever, so;
What to do now? Can you still pay him to love you?
Baby, feel me now. I am gone;
This time it is forever. I am a fool for you no more.
Turbulent arguments made it impossible to keep his temper cool while she turned nasty hot. The main side of the arguments was a memory of her room mate spelling out rubbish directives to the wedding planner; Matthew, I need a red table runner with black butterflies. The bride loved the candle holder, so did the guests who looked for a middle ground for a happy treat.
Those were unpleasant circumstances to broom’s ex-girlfriend who was staring from hall’s main door. Treat yourself as if you were drunk. huh, will ya baby? Tell me what you think. Even if it hurts; your dreadful words trembled my nerves. Listen, the answer is no. I will be away for the party. Just never say or do anything before making sure it hurts your bleeding kidney. There is no difference between friendly assessment and unfriendly critiques, cheer up, embrace stubbornness-somehow. It is a way forward to a sweet wedding.
Has there been any special day in your life that you still remember with anger? Sunday is Alfonso’s. It is the day he got terminated from his job; the only source of family income. Senseless reasons were presented that he could not digest. Anger and grieve is the sign of the time.
He started wondering: Now what? Will I collapse? Will I jump from the sinking ship and leave everything behind? Am I able to be strong and fight? Maybe start all over and be my own Boss? Yes, being my own boss has always been a lifetime dream. But, is it possible to forget the first attempt that turned a complete failure after four years of suffering? I had to close my drones’ factory in 1418 as losses reached to an unacceptable limits.
Alfonso thought of the tough decision; I need to act fast. My savings will disappear in a month. I can not think of anything now; my brain went paralyzed. Kid’s tuition fees and expenses are high. Whatever happened, kids should not be put down. Day and night, thoughts are quarreling in my mind. I started to lose directions and almost surrendered to a dark destiny.
Despite his deep longing for a relief, it was such an unfortunate end to the 54 years old poor Alfonso’s life. Today, he still wonders whether the disastrous end of his life was due to a life that treated him with massive unfairness manifested in a bloody surrounding that posed extreme intolerable pressures on his five senses. After all, who on earth would care about all this rotten nonsense!?
Whatever life brings
Whenever love fades
No matter what they whisper
Flames of hunger evolves
Somehow you will be unknown
Never taken and damned
However, your screams reached iron ears
Hear the echo of emptiness,
No more safe destinations to hide from your desires
On your horizon, blood sleeps on a forehead
Remember were you were raised and,
nurtured with tenderness, granny is gone
Pains collapsed your bones
No double, you will sink in sea of zombies
Enjoy the down under
They are your loved ones now,
Feel their skull pushing on your tummy outside,
Your organs scream,
No way there yet,
lifetime choice has never been yours..
At his youth, Alfonso tried so hard but never succeeded to forget her despite being addicted to cigarettes and consuming tons of alcohol. Sad memories still put him down. Eighteen years back, his best friend has got his beloved blond; had three pretty daughters; Sara will start college next summer. Alfonso got into deep loneliness, no friends, no family, no relatives, totally broke and unemployed. This is what his deep love to Janet did to his brain cells; it was brutally smashed; walking alone in dark allies, his potential anger ruptured. Blaming the universe and all dead creatures will help non. Getting drunk is useless as Alfonso will wake up again on life’s horrible dusk. The only chance left is a promise Kate made the day they meet; a promised land that never emerged; take it or leave it dreadfully before divorce_ denial, life is still virtuous so far.
In 2491, on the top of Everest, sat one of Aresteo’s best friends who used to spend his weekends on the pool. The gut was a Yoga teacher on his free time after work. Despite the long working hours in the mine field, he used to be eager calling his girlfriend every thirty minutes; that pissed off his boss.
She felt bad about that and decided to ask her sister how to get rid of him. Well, this must be done during our annual carnival were no one can recognize the gun shots. And so was it; they are all dead by now.
Anybody could admire such fiction called’’ Meet the dead’’?; A handful out there.
Steel the moment, read his mind and turn away,
He will still be there when you return,
Dare to forget good old days and dip into your fantasy at sunset,
Morning will finally arrive, thus late,
Leave no trace of pleasure, find a way out,
The room is as cold as you have known it,
After all, you are still apart,
Leave him, join me; a new venture,
A new tide of harmony, I will always feel you,
I will always be there, I will always be…well;
Who cares?
Just leave….now.
Life After Fifty 