Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Lost in Translation


Lost in Translation


There is a glass wall between you and I
I can see your figure moving along my side,
I can also hear your voice as you speak to me,
I can even smell your aftershave as fresh as ever
I can still feel the touch of your skin as I reach for your face
for i feel this glass so thin you would think it is barely there

but the truth remains, and this glass is still a barrier that would never brake,
for my lips would never feel the soft touch of your kiss and
my arms would never know the calming warmth of your embrace;
as i realize this, the image of you that I could so clearly see before
now it suddenly fades, leaving me only fogged shapes in the shadows

i can still get glimpses of you trying to get a message across
for i struggle in front of this wall to see if i can interpret your motions
yet it is useless, your code is sending me mixed signals
and i can not seem to figure you out just yet
i get annoyed, angry, frustrated, despair comes in

i stand there in front of you willing to do every possible thing understand
with a hammer in my hand willing to smash this glass to pieces
so i ca finally get some reason out this and the only thing that i can hear
every time i try to destroy it is that you we not ready for this
i struggle scratching at the surface containing my desires to brake down this wall
and the truth is that i am getting lost in translation.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Galloping Thougths


Hypocrite










How do you stop all those feelings from coming to the surface?


How do you prevent them form rising?


How do you keep them at bay and ignore them?


How do you stop yourself from acting upon them?


Do you know?


How can you tell me not to, when i know you want to?


How can you tell me stop, when you want to go on?


How can you ask me to forget, when you yourself want things to remain?


How can you be such a hypocrite?




Saturday, June 09, 2007

From The Desk Of Nadeshko Kikyo


El Valor De Vuestro Cuerpo



Que ocurrencias tan desfortunadas os obligaria a vender vuestro cuerpo? De que sentimientos tan bestiales huiria tal alma de guerrero, Que amor tan infame ah roto vuestro corazon tan apacionado, Y que plaga a contaminado vuestros pozos de tan inmenza sadiduria.

Quisiera saber el precio de esta tan llamada baratija, pues mas bien no seria de valor el uso que tendria lo que me interesaria, si mas la historia que consigo llevaria, aquel que aunque abatido, conservaria vestigios de todo lo que solo vuestro propio cuerpo os puede ofrecer y pienso que vos sos un tonto al imaginar por un instante en desecharle, pues si no bajo este cuerpo bajo que otro os reconoceria...........



Monday, June 04, 2007

From The Desk Of Drako Murdock


Diario de Drako


Vendo cuerpo sin alma, con el corazon
roto y la inteligencia agotada. os lo dejo barato, veo que hay mucha oferta en el mercado ...


Disclaimer

As an artist, I feel the need to bring this to everyone's attention, the images I have posted on this blog belong all to their respective owners, I have no the intention to take credit for the work of those with excellent creativity, their use in this blog merely is to recreate or maybe relate to the text on each post which have their respective owners as well..... Enjoy.


Negante

Como artista, siento la necesidad de llevar esto a la atención de todos, las imágenes que he publicado en este blog pertenecen todos a sus respectivos propietarios, no tengo la intención de tomar el crédito por el trabajo de las personas con una excelente creatividad, su uso en este blog sólo es volver a crear o tal vez se relacionan con el texto en cada mensaje que tienen sus respectivos propietarios también ..... Disfrute.