Emanuel Martinez

Emanuel Martinez Aug 2012

When I die alone
When you finally come home
There will be no point
(Us) We'll be long gone

As kids we thought we could
So we left each other behind
Surely someone else would enter our mind

The pain we've pinned to the wall
But our love we said it wasn't real, we let it fall
Cowardly, debased we withdrew

All the while salvation we knew, not
Disappearing from each other
Can we alone hold over?

When I die alone
When you finally come home
There will be no point
(Us) We'll be long gone

Emaciated by our hunger and our fear
We forgot how to bare, how to fight
How to fly in love not in fear

Our gears were disengaged
When we lost our mind
Our lovely thoughts were caged

Moving froward, our past is lost
How much did our insecurities cost?

When my love has lost its host
And your mind, my heart's trust

Then I will die alone
When you finally come home
There will be no point
(Us) We'll be long gone

08/14/12

Emanuel Martinez Jan 2012

Corridors

Corridors, Corridors, Corridors
Turning corners, fortified walls

Falling dust settling on grime
Windows shattering from flying hail

Pain itemized for personal use
The heart is bleeding
From its place in the innermost cabinet

The storm is not passing
The ghostly folly is penetrating
Weakening beams through their creaking

Aimless sounds of abandon and disrepair
Are whistling silently through
The light of the sun and blanket of the moon
That seep in through the holes of the sealing

The elements of the world are caving in
As I walk through the corridors
Searching for a way out

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January 2, 2011

Emanuel Martinez Oct 2011

Die of Love

I think I'm going to die of love

To be loved, to be needed, to be wanted
That's all I've ever wanted

Pebbles in the sand
Moving down underneath the stream

Our lives are washing away
with every stroke of water

Wasting away, eroding like precious metal
Emotions are changing color
They're getting older, they're getting bolder

I think I'm going to die of love

Facing every border, I'm holding on for it
The release of me, to be held and worn away

Candle breathing, dripping, burning
Our souls are hanging, our souls are begging
The warmth is only dim and disappearing

No, our souls are not freezing
The cold is just teasing

The channels are still shifting
The thought of love is hurtful

Going close to the edge
We're close to faltering, we're close to falling over

We're prey to love, we're frayed by love

I think I'm going to die of love

October 26, 2011
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Emanuel Martinez Oct 2011

Contemplating Night II: Part III

Prayer is said to be powerful.
Well this soul begs the Grandest Force in this universe
to place love in this being's life.

A flower of one's own that radiates with one's soul
and reciprocates the actions
to nurture it beyond disbelief.

This spirit is not sully
wondering into such ways is only dangerous.

If this heart has already been dismantled
by the only flower who received the transfusion of one's love
the being cannot take that back.

Reconciliation regarding the breathtaking
and impossible cannot be taken back.
Chunk after chunk...that part of the mechanism is falling to disrepair.

June 2, 2011
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Emanuel Martinez Oct 2011

Contemplating Night II: Part II

Crawling inside the depths
are fears of inadequacy and lose of hope...hopelessness.

Senselessness becomes rational where before it had no place.

Often when the spirit is momentarily uplifted
panic abounds of the ensuing crashing down by a broken heart.
Despite this familiar thought, right now this is not the concern.

Joy and harmony must rob the soul
of hurt, anger, and a shattered heart.

The tides of time do not stop for no one stone.
Take your stride soul; be as powerful as you can be.

Spirit be not afraid to kidnap this being
from self inhalation through self-inflicted pain.
Mend the leakage of this being's punctured heart.

June 2, 2011

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Emanuel Martinez Sep 2011

Tear Colored Memories

Tear colored memories
Lovely hanging melodies
Chanting the wrong pleas

Oceans of stars are washing ashore
The sky is falling apart
While together at last

Candles are lighting the way
Through the rain and the storm
Mine is all but a trail of smoke

Counting the hours, the minutes
We are left here to wait
The sand is not sinking in

As he walks down the beach
I smile and he looks at me
I blush and look away

Tear colored memories
Lovely hanging melodies
Chanting the wrong pleas

How can it be that you left so soon?
You dropped one grain of your heart
Through promenades keeping our hands warm

It must have been so easy
You breaching my heart
Letting the breeze leave love on my skin

Wondering like fools oceans apart
I ran away, too afraid to feel
So you left your hand out a thousand miles away

For me to come to you
Whenever the time was right
You left that warm welcome in your arms

Tear colored memories
Lovely hanging melodies
Chanting the wrong pleas

Every once in a while
You come back to remind me of you
Giggles echoes have taken away
Come back rushing in

You place your hand softly on my cheek
And I suddenly feel your lovely touch again
It’s no longer me, once more, its truly you

Memory of love I’ve never had
Is filling my soul with hope and fear
That tomorrow only good will come

September 15, 2011
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Emanuel Martinez Sep 2011

In Love With Myself

I fell in love with myself
Touching the shallow end
Of the river bank close to my heart

Trying not to feel, feeling serene and loved
Every day I walk and I take everything
Get everything off my chest for you dear

Look in the mirror and watch that smile rise
Haven’t been there to take my own hand
Waiting for someone else to always be there

Watch me as I as step out of myself
I’m finally learning after time and time after time
I’m walking away, I’m stepping aside
I’m getting away, no matter what you say

I fell in love with myself
Touching the shallow end
Of the river bank close to my heart

We’ll always love me but were drifting away
Loving is settling in, it’s becoming a part of me
Trying to frame the goodness within

Outwearing the fears of my spirit
I’m no longer afraid; I’m no longer in fear
Crying is not showing the sadness of my heart

I’m tearing out of the joy in my soul
No longer belong to anyone else but myself
Flying away from myself, I’ve settled it down

I fell in love with myself
Touching the shallow end
Of the river bank close to my heart

September 14, 2011
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