Torrente Sanguineo

New song, unsure of it yet. Ended up coming out a little too emo...yikes!

Torrente Sanguineo
The way you get under my skin
The way the anger rushes in
The way you flock to the rest
The way everything was a test

You discolor my arms with your words
Your bruises run deep in these broken veins
It's not enough to just be alive
It's left in your hands to heal these pains

Your face runs across this bloodstream
A face, now only in dreams
This is my end and only your start
At last I know you are still in my heart

Monarch Beauty

This song is about that very special feeling that is associated with love. I love love.

Monarch Beauty

These butterflies eat my worries of being alone
They spawn the love that I thought was gone
They travel up my arm to my shaking hands
They travel to my head, take me away to far off lands...

Lands where,
You and I run and play
In the sun all day
Laugh and talk
Kiss and walk
Dance and sing
Share everything
Nothing matters, except you and me.

They begin as some unknown feelings
They make it alright for this heart to start healing
They make me think of you all the time
You and them have taken my mind...to...

Lands where,
You and I run and play
In the sun all day
Laugh and talk
Kiss and walk
Dance and sing
Share everything
Nothing matters, except you and me.

It is time to run away.
Let me take you far from this place.
You and I, we'll start today.

Day Zero

I wrote this song on the first day on fall semester. I was sitting in between classes just people watching. I began to have all of these lines pop into my head. With a little rearrangement, they turn out pretty good. I think it tells the story of the first days of the first years of college, that frightened, worried, unsure feeling whether or not you will graduate...and when for god sakes?

Day Zero

The footsteps pound like a million raindrops
Wide eyes search for their numbers
Spokes litter the ground
How can this take so long?

Mumbled words are spoken to no one
Fright fills the air
Thousands are lonely, together
Desperate to make connections

Styles fade as fast as hair color
Destinations close in as hearts beat faster
Stairs move under the feet to the invisible pace
We haven't even begun

How will day one start?
Will days ten and twenty be better?
When will infinity save us?
Will we survive?

It's up to us, it's up to us.

Variations on a Theme

Again this is about 'Blue Sky.' This was more of a remembering-the-good-days-spliced-with-the-reality-of-the-situation poem. So the last item in the triad of each line is the reality, obviously. It is actually interesting reading this because part way through reading I think, "we did have some good times," but, by the end of reading it, I am thinking, "damn, that ended in a disaster of emotions, bleh." Have at it:

Variations on a Theme

I remember…
The way you looked, the way you smelled, the way you were bad for me.
I remember…
The way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you stared through me.
I remember…
The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you walked away from me.

I remember these simple variations on a theme.
I remember these words you used to mean.

Your eyes, they burned bright, brighter than the sun
Your thoughts, they flickered from me, escaped on the run

I remember…
The way you cared, the way you stared, the way you ignored my call
I remember…
The way you fought, the way you taught, the way you never broke my fall
I remember…
The way you loved, the way you kissed, the way we hit that wall

I remember these simple variations on a theme.
I remember these words you used to mean.

For You

I wrote this song as a Valentine's Day present for my ex-fiance. And she was my ex at the time, ay-yi-yi! I was head over heels for that chick. Anyways, I continue with my extreme analogy of "Blue Sky" because that was her nickname (taken from 'Goodbye Blue Sky' by Pink Floyd). I was a very strong metaphor that I loved and that is easily manipulated into any form. It can be bad (rain), troubled (cloudy), clear (perfect), etc. When I sat down to write this, I though, what happens when you love? What makes me feel 'love' inside? And these are the things I came up with: pulse, heartbeat, memorizing her face, blah blah blah.

For You

My heart beats red for the blue in your eyes

I can trace your lines and fight off your cries

My pulse, it races with the thought of your touch

It all adds up to too much

I love you
Forever this will be true
I love you
Today my skies will be blue (x2)

The moment you smile my heart melts away

My blood it boils with every step you take

I can feel your curves and love you for good

I just wish we could

(Spoken) :
With every moment that I do think of you, my world turns bright. I can imagine every inch of your perfectly, right down to the beautiful lines tracing your stunning face. If only everyone could see how beautiful you are, you would be a star.

I love you
Forever this will be true
I love you
Today my skies will be blue (x2)

Queen Had It Right After Twenty-Nine Minutes

This one is quite recent. I wrote it a little over a year ago when my only real relationship was falling apart...or even already fallen. It has a lot of terrible feelings all wrapped into it. It capped off my whole depression after the break-up. It is nice to have this piece as a chronicle.

The title is referring to Queen's album "A Night at the Opera," where the song "Love of my Life" starts.

Queen Had It Right After Twenty-Nine Minutes

The clouds have rolled in
The sun has disappeared
I’ve searched for the way to be there
Have I been wrongly steered?

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

The angels have escaped the heavens
The weeds have grown over the gates
I can feel it coming in the air
The world is upside down

I’ve waited two decades for you
I’ve waited four weeks for you
I’ve waited ten minutes for you
I’m done waiting



The happiness has drained from my body
This is my remainder
A mere shadow of a man
I used to be whole

Imagine this face never crying
It seems ridiculous
Imagine this face never smiling
A bit more real

Where does my heart belong?
Br oke n? Tor n ap art? Rip ped t o shre ds?
Is this what falling feels like?
A simple freefall?

My coffee runs cold
My cigarettes have burned to the filter
My heart is tired and
I pray for sleep

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

You represent everything innocent
But I am the innocent one
Bubbles and cake have a new meaning
Do they belong to children?

The moon is eclipsed
It has never burn brighter
The sun has exploded
It’s beauty has disintegrated

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

These clove shards cut my lungs
This drink is spiked
I bleed out
This drink is spiked

The dance is almost over
My legs ache but I continue to dance
May I ask this question?
It’s too soon

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

(Is 300 hundred enough to tell how it feels?)