BUBBLE DREAM

29,SEPTEMBER 2005

By Zen Riley


Ligths are gone,
I feel going small among the people and because the silence,
Any moment something may happen in the theater
a loony guy could loose his mind and shoot people around
yet things like that only happens to few..
I see myself smiling sligthly weird,
like I know what others dont
silly me, almost tell too loud.
souldnt talk in here no doubt
yet the theater appears to me so bored...

Im waiting in meanwhile,
guessing things, searching around
a guy in the stage all white dress shows
naked feets, softly walking
smiling..
for a moment he may be sitting besides me
inviting me to leave rigth now, it may happens
What should I answer, "Im ready", "why did you took so long?"
dont you know we are thinking the same?

I stare at his hands,
the world is melting down
people has gone, did you?..

Dream in a bubble
Never last enough
My door is always opens and ligthed up
but lonely
Me a child, seeing, slowly moving
between faces, places, styles
stick in one belief
that kind of things may happens
but sometimes your not the only one
some one else has taken your lucky coin
and you are out of the game

Still with you Im falling
remember you is messing up with my head,
Im ready, I always did, cant we just runaway?
My heart stands, is fired like a living flame
but bleeding,
this one way road sometimes gets too heavy
If I just could end this last cigarrete, Will you coming then?

My world is full of magic stages,
what can went wrong?
if you think Im not enough, wrong you are, so mistaken
Dont let me waiting, too much stand in this life corner,

Nigth feels like the basement im stick with,
Im seeing at the stars, I can feel how close you are
your brigth serenity if my fingers grabs on the wind
I know you can jump into my dreamings, when i go to sleep we met
Im crazy in love with you, havent you realized?
but when I try to tell I open my eyes and you are gone
gone away from my escence, not good for you,
i can smell my poison everywhere it is
so much sinner like I,
an eternity of breaken promises
but if you come back, your energy fills, Kept me alive.

Remember?, i draw you a hand over the windows dust
calling that moment, and the day after, and so on
You came with the moonligth over my window
your ligth just came on dry my tears,
brougth me iron all over not to feel
to hold on,thinking beyond the ocean or alike excuse,
or a thougth in between,for the time in between,
screwed me, war into my pockets
brake the mirror, on my very hands
bitter inside to death
there`s something physicall between us
and a world of people, and an universe of spirits
and maybe, a couple of sad eyes, yours and mines

NO BODY IS LISTENING

29, SEPTEMBER 2005


I speak to the city sounds
to the silenced walls staring at my shades
My words are taken by the void
Because they harm sometimes
they are unusual and foreign for being spoken

When the nigth comes
And I ligth the canddles on
beautiful it is,
though,
Get lost in the stars
Set the table, serve the wine
knowing Im filled with this armony, Im fine
Everything in its place,
feeling this way rigth,
But How bored must be,
People likes to living wild
there is nothing wild about me but my own mind
How insultant, vane and pride
so the door remains alone
now and forever leaves at my wall

Another speeded man turn the corner over and disappear
Again I turn back my eyes and hold my look
to see if someone is coming after
Instead i realize how mistaken I can be
How mad, How desperate, how stubbornly
search and destroy myself
hoping to find those eyes that cares everything
that maybe smiles inviting
dreaming about the smell of my skin
Dreaming more than I
to dive so deep inside the truth

I am not In, I am not fashion
Lust and disloyalty are shame
So I dont mind to wait for the next search
No I dont, wait again
next nigth, next street
No matter If the ship leaves
Swift and Crash again
just to make me understand
Why am I cursed this way?

Nobody is there.
And Im not surprised
it is being a while since nothing has change
im granted in the same lost game
because the second next world will blow up
any trace of fortune rather than a punishment
Dust in the streets reminds me
so far is Happiness from my hands touch
Yet I am in the race again
and I dont know why
Is because there is something unique about me?
Well, that I am pretty sure
that I have saved some of my innocence
And Innocence always set the fire on
So I own a paradise inside somewhere
And I know I cant lost at the end
because I am the good guy,
In the lifes tale
but it is funny to say so
Because only myself believe this

I have been here, and there
Yet I have not seen a word
talking is painful,
showing love is dead itself
so i walk my way alone
and I know I am the one
No matter what is going to happens next
past does not leads
future is all that counts
do not change
Reborn.

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DECEPTION

23, SEPTIEMBRE 2005


By Zen Riley

Think of you is pain
think of you is a cup of tea in the morning
and the soft smell coming from toasts
wich mostly I dont wish to hold anymore
and I do..

think of you is like everything rigth
when Im a mess all the time and I enjoy being that way
no matter what criticism start what i do
I know Im fine, I feel I like myself

You know?
It could have been nicer
or even polite
not to try to reversing my manners
you have not realized i cannot be manipulated
not to try to change my insctints
you have not realized sex means so much more to me
not to try to change my style
you have not realized i used to be happy


Think of you is,
like think before speak
holding myslef when I eat the world
between my black eyes and imagination
hiden in the name of love,
what a sacrifice living someone else life
I must say now finally, this isnt me
Im sorry not to please you
honey this time,
Im not the one who stands aside and forgotten

I have seen and taste
places, faces you hate to go
you dont even dare, dont care
that is maybe why Im here alone
siting on my favorite bed corner
looking like Im fine
flying with my eyes
dont tell but I feel,
and what Im feeling rigth now is
deception,deception..


There is a place where the soul is hold
strongly tied to my body
so it assures me breathing, lasting
I see myself
wrestling to break that bound
because my heart is tired
with both hands ropes behind my back
i cannot other but say
your love is the poison that is killing me.

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