I have this problem
where i find it difficult
to reconnect with
the real world;
after reading a good book
or
after listining to good music
because they are just
that much intoxicating
leading you to another world
into a euphoric realm
where you can't stop smiling
and everything feels so good
as if you are under a spell ..
You never want to get rid of ...

I Gave You All Of Me

Be careful who you love
my mother would say
love is a beautiful thing
choose wisely

don’t be fooled

loving you, umm  
well, that was a mistake

i loved you unconditional
we had chemical
i was the student
and you was the teacher
mixing potions
to get in my ocean
you caste a spell
on me
your words sink right thru me
i was lost in your arms
i didn’t recognize
who i become

you had me right
where you wanted me
lost
cast away with your spell
locked in a dungeon well

By: ZainaMusic

This giant eye
let's you see every thing.
Steals your heart
while you are smiling.
Showing sky 'til you stun,
pauses every second.
Takes your breathe away
by showing lights on display.
Yet, after giving a good spell,
it will just lead to farewell.

*-Steph Dionisio, July 22, 2015

I am numb and gushing.


I am gushing with numb -- herbs-- ***-- heaven.

There is no Heaven in this hole of Hell,
only souls oozing, under life's spell.

my heaven and herbs are bland,
I cannot be saved on this forsaken land.

Burn the one that flies with the raven of midnight hair,
Words in concussive form. altering thoughts of those
Fed syllables of meaning who were under the influence.

No longer a puppet, they are now consumed by what
Expels those corruption. Fire cleanses their body, mind
Purification of  the soul of impurities of word.

She was the whisperer of old moments forgotten, but
Spoken in her diluted tongue, but those of uninformed
Words, silence their saviour, a weapon against word.

They rallied before us, language of hand silent words,
She spoke to no avail, her tongue mesmerizing, but
Weakness to the silent tongue, shackled, sealed, silent.

We were of weakness to even a whisper, but they watched,
Governed over the wordless power. She did burn that night,
And as did so, ravens feathers fell like ash upon the floor.

** hum. Days work I suppose.
They come and go.
Riches they want.
Power they says.
Fame they wants.
Corrupting things these pale sweaty men yearn for poison.
Ah well, they pass bread over to my thin fingers, they can have it all.

But why doesn't anyone every wish for
the lasting sight of rolling hills cut under a deep and dark sunset?
Or to feel soft hands
worked and worn hands
child's hands
loving hands
****** and resting in their finite palms?
Why don't they wish for the pen to touch the paper,
so that when they read it back
they can't help but burst sealed lips whispering

'beautiful'

for themselves but so that themselves can beam at everyone else...?
Gone are the days when simple people wished for truer things;
these are the days of calculated idiocy, of boring invincibility...

It may be spring, but tucked away in my tent on the side of the road,
undying, starving, bored,
I shiver a little as vehicles eternally roar by
following the road into a dull and predictable oblivion.

An illusionary sleep
Has taken over every soul
Eyes wide open
Yet the vision is blurred
Every step is a stupor
Across broken paths
Not an inch of freedom
Spaces are traps
Detached from the soul
Every waking hour a tribulation
Truth swept under the delusion
Under an unknown spell
Magic wand instructs every move
It’s time to wake up
From an illusionary sleep

The melodic entrance begins
I'm undone like a spell
Willingly bewitched
Indulge me

Please sing; no voice, no soul
Even those lost have something to offer

Silence intrudes upon removal
Everything's suddenly missing
As I wander the world
No meaning but what my ears are subject to

Play another and make it count
One wrong pick and I'm disrupted

Make it count.