Tales

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Tears on New Year’s Eve

Had me caught on reverie

Loneliness behind the smiles

Keep the ghosts out of bay.

 

Yesterday went like a dream

Had me wishing it were all real

Had my thoughts unguarded

Drinking the truth with  wine.

 

I look up at the sky

Where I rumbled my thanks

Lonely eve to bury the past

And create a new life.

 

 


Braveheart

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My life is a series of pain

Often the first people I meet

Were always the first ones to leave

Like a wind that just passed through.

 

It still hurt, yes, I ask myself why

I am always placed in these fateful encounters

Going through the circles and cycles

Of betrayals and of putting knives behind one’s back.

 

Often the first cut is the deepest

A slow torture that cannot be easily forgotten

Replaying like a movie in my head

Haunting my very existence.

 

It is almost always hard to let go

Oh, I will always know when

It was time to move on

I hurts to always say the last goodbye.

 

I form attachments I know will hurt

Full of bruises yet still unbroken

Full of false hopes yet still faithful

Until I had to put up a wall.

 

So now you ask why I was slow to trust

Now you ask why silence was the only thing you got

Dear, there’s more to silence than meets the eye

It speaks in volumes the only little forgotten things that matter.

 

 

 


Google

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I stopped by the net

And tried to search your name

I was hoping I’d feel great

But I only felt dismay.

 

I wanted to reach out to you

You with your genuine smiles and laughter

Hoping the bond was still tight

Before you were in the spotlight.

 

Thousands of pictures of you appeared

with thousands of words attached to them

That I could not recognize the same smile and laughter

That did not reach your amber eyes.

 

You did not tell me the world had eaten you

and robbed you of our memories

The only thing I was holding on to

That is living the simple life with you.

 


Almost Lover


Puppet

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You saw me as a star with great potential,

You were fascinated, even intrigued.

You sculpted me in the image you like

And even venerated me like an altar.

You molded me to become like you

Your mirror in every step of the way.

All along you pulled the strings

And I followed as your minion.

You thought I was different

For I was your hope for a legacy.

So imagine the disappointment you felt

Upon learning that your creation was a mistake.

I guess that’s just the way I am built

Created to become perfectly imperfect.

I never disguised my scars from the start

But you refused to see the monster that was in front of you.

And that’s when I decided to end

The game I keep playing for you.

So that I can finally say

That I hate feeling this way

Yet it seems that it’s my fate.


Hello

Spanish Song and Lyrics Version

English Version


Halloween

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I should have felt fear

Instead I wanted to cheer.

I feel blessed indeed

For I felt no need

To wallow in misery.

I feel like my cup is overflowing

You heard my pleas and suffering

Indeed if this is the path you’ve chosen for me

Then I’m content to have made you happy

For all along you were my shepherd.

I offer my thanks this day

There’s nothing more I can say

But words of gratitude and gladness

No more fear and sadness

My heart goes out with love to all souls and saints.


Letters

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You live life on the road

You eat words for breakfast

Just to get by the deadline.

Never minding the ungodly hours

Nor the sore feet from walking for miles

Yet you get to have a love-hate relationship with power

You’re forever crossing a  bridge to danger.

And then unlearning the beliefs you once had

And learning to cuss when bullshits stare at you with malice.

Oh, but the story you look for can only be beautiful

When the protagonist is bad and ugly with money

You always crumple the paper until its insanely perfect

After staring so long at the blank walls of your room

Only to realize with dismay how your work is sliced in half

Oh, but then you are able to see unspoken truths

Never heard, never written, and long forgotten.

How complex can your role be?

You are an observant in an unfolding history

Whose side on shall you be?

Ah, but you’re the gatekeeper of society

It’s a calling, it truly is

For the strong-willed can only persist

From finding the gold in the tunnel.

Knowledgeable about everything yet a master of none

What the hell am I talking about?

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s being a journalist, that’s what.


Solace

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Hush now and sleep my dear

Tomorrow will be a beautiful morn.

Gently wrap your fingers around mine

And safely sail your dreams with my embrace.

Drop your anchor and lay your troubles

So long buried underneath.

The storm you faced has just passed

and you’ve held your head high.

You’ve been shielding yourself from the waves of pain

Crashing you  down with its weight.

I’ll be the rock to your tears

The balm to your fears.

So slowly close your eyes and just breathe

And like music you’ll hear my heartbeat.

Let me carry you through this night

Where you’ll be at ease and be.


Ride