Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Mar 2013 Alex Bautista
Zoe
Once again I enter the ever familiar room of loneliness
Once again I am consumed with utter unhappiness.
This place is like a jail.
Hours pass without seeing sunlight,
without venturing outside.

People so consumed with gossip,
one never knows who is the adversary,
and who is the confidant.
This is not what I anticipated,
not what I thought this chapter would bring.

I wish I could find comfort here,
find friendship,
find love.
And yet,
all I have found,
is loneliness.
My dearest soulmate,
You are the isolated one I focus on.
From the artisty of your looks to your gentle heart,
I continue to see you as the one I love.

The moment you got on your knee at the stair case,
You promptly had my heart as yours.
The malleable touch of your lips against mine,
I could feel the connection of love from then on.

You are eternally mine,
No matter how many others try to break us.
Ups and down will arise,
But honey you and I are one.


*Dedicated to my best friend/love of my life. 8.22.11
Would that I could dream
I could picture
nothing
quite as  beautiful than you
no flower
with thy bloom
nor scent
it's caress against my hand
would seem so rough
compared
with thine one sweet hand
no bird song
nor babbling brook
could seemingly replace
the gentleness of your laughter
for tis the very essence
of my every
waking thought
like a sensual lullabye
no tree swaying in the breeze
could dare to match thy matchless grace
for your every movement
like the shimmering heat of the summer sun
playing light upon the watchers eyes
if I could but dream I should never dream
such beauty such as you
Say, who did you want to be?
And what went wrong to make you turn out like you did?
Tell me, who were you born to be?
And when did innocence leave you for dead?

Don't be scared and don't feel lonely
don't feel ashamed, your not the only one like that...
Whose dreams became those compromises,
and jealousy became disguises of the truth
As if its all on you.

Don't give up just yet;
you're not the only one who feels like you've been out-gunned
Don't think of regret;
society's met with the battles of our youth.

Just take all of the pain you hide;
it equals the courage you need to look it in the eye
And don't ever criticize yourself
for finding what you needed at the time
A song I recently wrote for my band, Amberstein. Life often doesn't turn out the way we had hoped or planned, but all is well in the end.
Suddenly
I'm more sure
Than ever
You are
The one
I've always
Wanted
The one I'll
Always need
And the one
I will forever
Love.
Purpose...
the very essence eludes me
Leaving to wander at the
edge of something what
was thought to be
reason
Lost under the spell
of a moonlit nightmare
I succumbed into the
failure of logic behind choices
and the light
has been blinding
since regret became the only sun
I am
not
what I'm suppose to be
and sometimes
I wonder...
I'm alive
only because of
black breathless
dreams...
Mek
11.02.09
 Mar 2013 Alex Bautista
Hera Nova
With my dear friends who are prophets and dreamers,
We bring to the world, Party Hats and Streamers,
While they're out there in Babylon, fighting for the day.
 Mar 2013 Alex Bautista
st64
It's not the docile who are the most peaceful
It's not the quiet who make the best mothers
And it's not the pilgrims who make the finest believers
For, the blade is not the only part of the sword

Only part of the sword, ooh hoo....

It's not the poets who pose the deepest questions
It's not the enemy that you have to fear
And it's not enough people who live in cleanest conscience
For, the string is not the only part of guitar.

Only part of guitar, ooh hoo....


Refrain:
Beware even the blunt side of the sword
Beware even the blunt side of the sword!
Oh, you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword.
Only part of the sword, ooh hoo....



It's not the animals who are the uncivilised ones
And it's not in the light that you get to know yourself
And it's not up to you to decide the life that I live
For the heart is not the only part of me.

Only part of me......

It's not the well-spoken who speak the most wise words
It's not the sufferers alone who feel the pain and anguish
And it's not the have-it-alls who really have it all
And the Eiffel Tower's not the only thing in Paree.

Only thing in Paree.....

And you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword....
Oh, you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword.



Star Toucher, Feb 2013
(Written in 2009, inspired partly by film "Kingdom of Heaven" :-)
Next page