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 Oct 2014 burning bright
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Someday.
 Oct 2014 burning bright
e
And someday
I will hear the tides
that crash upon your shore
their distant song
will call to me
but I will remain marooned
stranded on the ocean of your eyes
because for you
I would gladly leave
eternity behind.
It's the flow of poisonous ink
The way you think
It's deadly
It's the sound of a beautiful scream
The way you dream
It's poetry

Your words are a dagger
Only stronger
Piercing through hearts
Touching a lifeless mind
Pain in some parts
But not difficult to find

It's the rain after lightning
The way your words pour
It's rhythmic
It's the heat of the sun setting
Powerful like never before
It's electric

Written or thought
I care not
Just that it's preserved
Because
This life is a song
**What will be your verse?
These stars are viewed
Better underneath them with you
The song the crickets sing
Reminds me of the sting
And how alone I really am
Wishing you were here

I know you're sleeping
And I know you need the rest
But I can't feel lonely
When your head is on my chest

And I listen to you breathe
Deeply with closed eyes
And I wrap my arms around you
Reassuring that you're mine

But for now I'm by myself
Writing nocturnal diaries about you again
I'll see you in the morning,
So this night is at an end
She took this stagnant heart
And made it beat again
She made the rain clouds disperse
And the sun beam down on me
When she pressed her lips to mine,
for the first time
And I knew this was the start of forever
An animal is what I am,
with fangs that bite too deep.
Awake at night, and too possessed
to get a wink of sleep.

Amused by chasing freedom
from feeling what is real.
I would go to any length,
I'd make a Devil's deal.

Corrupted and conflicted,
until I find my friend.
He's killing me, and ripping me
apart from every end.

Smoke is curling up inside.
Noise is somewhat dull.
Silent moving pictures streaming
softly in my skull.

I think the ground is quaking.
My eyes are dry as sand.
The carpet feels like metal scraping flesh
upon my hands.

Shaking within cavities
I thought did not exist.
My temperature from cold to hot,
I'm fiending for the bliss.

I wish the things I felt right now
would wound me to my grave.
But fantasies of you inside my veins
is what I crave.

I've sobered up and looked
upon my arms, who seem to yearn.
A distant scream inside my heart
tells me I'll never learn.

A bag, a spoon, a spark, a *****
and now I'm turning blue.
Blue death inside my bones and skin,
an animal for you.
I feel assaulted,
*****,
when you intertwine our eyes
in long glances
of dark,
somber
nothings.
 Oct 2014 burning bright
Tea
You pull me in your embrace
Gaze at me like I'm your saving grace
The heated touch makes my heart race
Your whisper on my ear, like honey on lace
Those brown eyes that make me feel like
I'm floating through space
With just a few moves you had my
heart locked in a case
Still I know you enjoy
the thrill of the chase
But this is the hardest decision
I've  ever  had  to  face
Make no mistakes,
You'll be the end of my days
If for some reason you leave
*Without a single trace
been away for vacation the last 2 months
feels good to be back
 Jul 2014 burning bright
Dusan
The sound of my bass that I make these days is
for you,
it plays for you.
It waits for you to hear his present
that sounds like me saying
I love you.
It sings about your hair, fresh, as millions of roses;
about your face, like the desert next to the beautiful Nile.

17 roses are the key
and 17 kisses that I'll give are from me.


Even when I sound cheesy and cheap
You look at me like I'm your dream
You forgive, and love you give.
And I am forever grateful
to be next to your red rose hair,
and beautiful face that tells
a story of a brave girl
that just got 17 roses fair and square
from a man that looks at her
like the happiest creature that ever lived.

The bass guitar tries hard to tell you all of this.
Please listen, hear the words from it.
There are mistakes in the sound
Just like there are mistakes in life,
But when the bass finishes his song
the whole story tells a life full of
joy, happiness and freedom.

That is a sound only made for you,
it has no words.
*But notes can tell more
than all of the words in the world.
Dedicated. There is a bass song i made for this, but it is poorly recorded, until i don't record it in better quality i wont share it
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