Cravings

To all my "ladies" out there.
(Yeah, that's right! LADIES!)

Taken aback by your eminent beauty,
Your obvious curves and your luscious scent,
I linger at the foot of the door,
Waiting for you to walk out with someone else
Just to get a whiff of that fruity breeze
That you wear oh-so carelessly
(And practically naturally).

Stalker status much?
I don't care... Here's why:
"Damn, I think I love you,"
I whispered under my breath.

Inside, my heart melts,
My brain crumbles,
And my stomach churns.
Inside...
I wish that you were inside me...
Right here and now...
Lord, please hear my prayer...

The Almighty knows how broke I am
And I debate whether if I should make
My fantasy into reality.
I constantly fantasize about taking you out:
(Actually, more like taking you in)
How I would carefully try not to break you or your exterior,
As I peal the covers that protect you,
How I would gently move my trembling,
Overly-excited fingertips across your body to
Unwrap the masterpiece that I already see you as.
I drool over the thought of you
In your almost-rawest form,
Becoming mesmerized by the image
Of your imperfect (which makes you perfect) layers
And all your bare essentials which makes me crave
YOU all the more.

"Damn, I think I love you."
Again, I whisper under my breath.

To think of all the goodness and happiness
You would bring to me if you
Just let me hold you...
If you just let me have you
Completely
All to myself.

And then I get that one moment,
That opportunity that I've prayed for
Over and over again.
I get the chance to have you.
Hallelujah!
Salamat na man! (Oh, thank goodness!)

Now...
We can take it slow and savor the moments
And the flavor of the oozing juices that overflow
From your succulent exoticism,
Or we can do this fast, quick and simple.
I can start from the top and nibble my way to your bottom.
I know that you'll leave it up to me to decide.
But if I were to choose right now, I don't care.
All I'd like is to have the best of you
Before you melt under the heat of my touch.
Mmmm... I can't wait to taste you on my lips.

"Damn, I love you. I love you so much."
I finally say it out loud.
And suddenly all eyes were on me,
But I didn't care
Because I finally had you with me.
And as I looked at your bright complexion,
I realized I made the right choice
To stick with my decision to invest in you:
A strawberry-banana with vanilla ice cream
And Nutella chocolate spread,
Japanese crepe from Genki Living.

Shall we go out?? =)

New Song (in progress)

I just made up this song as I was walking up to my front door. I make up songs all the time while I'm walking by myself (kinda like freestyle rapping, but singing...alone so no one can hear how much sense I don't make), but these lyrics that just came to me caught my attention because there's no songs that I've listened to before that have the same meaning (but I'm sure there's some out there). Imagine a catchy pop-rock tune.

I'm out of my element.
But what did it bring?
'Twas pain and suffering.
Lost and alone.
But I'm better fooooor it.
I'm out of my element.

I guess it's just a song about adversity, and being though it sucks and it's hard, you're stronger afterward. Don't be afraid to leave your most comfortable element.

Hmmm, I wonder if someday I'll finish this song.

Lovely Weather.

[Note: Obviously it's not Christmas time, but I haven't posted anything in a while and I found this song that I did back during Christmas 2007. This song was attended to be a duet between a guy and a girl; therefore this version is about 80% complete. The song is about a girl I knew that use to reminisce about living in Ohio, Christmas time, and the snow fall.]

"Lovely Weather"

Kids are outside, enjoying the cold.
It's bitter from us, from long ago.
We stay inside 'cause of our prides.
Prevents us from warmth.
She wraps presents, forgets the past.
Especially the one that left her scarred.
Maybe I was just nothing more than a moment in her heart.

Let it snow.
Like it did when you lived in Ohio.
Is there hope?
That you didn't let me go.
Let me know.

They say that it is thought that counts.
When love is lost can it ever be found?
Can you meet me underneath the sky?
The night looks like a million Christmas lights.
Or can you just grant me this one wish?
Fall asleep and dream that we kiss.
In the morning, you'll know we dreamt the same thing.

When I said that I was happy without you,
I was lying - I thought you could tell.

Say it!

Youve cut my string
and lanyard
and now things are set
to roam about and freely
and free from your intricacies
and my delicacies
and free from your bemusement
my bad influence
tie me now
I guess somebody
so flying won't seem too fake
for new heights and zeniths
such that walls and gaps will be
sealed forever

& Ill tie the string &

Damn.

Open your eyes!
Can't you see me?
I thought you already could.
But you don't.
Not the way I want you to, anyway...
I'm just an object:
Something you can hug when you're lonely,
Something you can wipe your tears with,
Something you think you can pick up
No matter where you left it last.

Listen to me!
Can't you hear me?
I thought you already could.
But you don't.
Not the way I want you to, anyway...
I'm just an object:
A clashing gong among your harmonic lifestyle,
A soft whiz blowing past your ears and through your hair,
A falling tree in the middle of the forest:
Nearly dead and unnoticed.

My list of "You Are":

MY Prince-of-Peace, My Idealized Soldier clad in snowy-white brilliance:

You Are:

Dashing,
Smashing,
Exuberant.

You Are:

Ticklish,
Diabolical,
Phenomenally (cool).

You Are:

Enigmatic,
Bemusing,
Peculiarly eye-catching.

- - -

The narrator is a woman listing down all the expectations she has of her lover: she expects him to be a perfect "prince", denying any flaws he might have. She overlooks his faults by not including these imperfections on her "list of YOU ARE" and chooses to continue her relationship in ignorant bliss.

Your puppet.

"Puppet,
Sing for me;
You've been quite a while
And I can't see anything
clean.
Get what I mean?
The tables and stairs
are all over the air
basked in dirt;
Forget if you're hurt--
Puppet,
another request:
The tv is on,
The computer is gone;
I need change.
Gettin' this game?
Your turn to provide
all the things I do hide
from your face,
in this messy place--
Puppet,
what's the time?
There's cooking to do,
the bird's gone cuckoo
in its cage.
(You're far from beige).
Why haven't you started
when everything's parted;
insane!
What's your name?--
Oh, Puppet!
Answer now,
Why are you so angry
when all I am saying
is this:
Can you give me a kiss?"

...

"Where are you going,
the wit isn't showing,
you know!
...Come back home!
You'll be happy later,
and sober, and stable
with greens.
Don't run from me!
I've made your decision
with clear-cut precision,
Now wait.

You'll have to sit still,
and wait."

----

I know
From your past,
You are right.
But a new race
is here

and I'm running.