Pandora's Box

Open up this song tu put in the background while reading the song/ abran este video y escuchan la musica de fondo mientras leen la cancion :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naN0P97CEP8
Song : pandoras Box
by Michael morales (S.Michaels) ( Lyrics) (Music by its original author)

handle with care said the package
how would i ever have known of the blade that was inside it
i guess that's what you get for forgetting the fines prints when you signed it
and now months of rainy days fly beside me
trying to over come the blazing pain of the knife that's inside me
product of blind fate entrusted by none the wisest
still i hold on to the cardboard box of broken promises
replaying in my mind every second stood in silence
suddenly i shout a silent cry of contrition
i swear i could feel you getting nearer
then the phantom hand of your memory comes before me
sticking its hands, twisting the knife always so gory.

a crimson pool forms before me
nothing but the iron taste of bitterness so deforming
and still i don't throw away Pandora's box , look this is me holding
no lessons learned , its nothing new, this is always.
the hospital room is my bed ever willing
to rock me to sleep until my wounds start healing
but my little box is never leaving
ant its contents once poured they always scatter
taunting me like the mouse to a cat to get me go after.

but the pain will only lie dormant
because the pain from the blade is just a name
and its handle was the fateful day we met
and the box i so struggle to keep
is the very same heart beating for that name to hear.

and so i always lie awake pretending to heal
a wound thats openes when your name i hear
and my beating box is always fateful
even though these cuts and stitches look so awful

a tender line i walk between a shadow and grace
no safety line to my waste no safety net i'm afraid
no reason to fall either, or so they say
no way to escape the cuts from your name.

night time terrors

wow i don't remember ever writing this but its good
look under the hood, tear away my facade
tell me did you find a beating heart?
or is it lying still, almost frozen comatose?
i find it hard to feel, find it hard to see
i can't remember when sadness took it's hold on me
so afraid to sleep, because that's when she comes to me
She brings me in fear to my knees
Please grab my hand and wake me
kiss me 'till tomorrow night
come stay with me until there's light
love makes time tick way too fast
so lie with me here in the grass

Waiting

my life became a waiting game

first for a name with a face

now i wait for you to utter words

Watching my screen for signs of life

itching i wait for a confirmation of your interest

waiting i'm let down again like yesterday evening

such is the pain from indifference.

that i prefer your words of good bye
 to the sound of complete stillness

 

lagrimas de madrugada V

and the foots steps of your name run from my heart
while the memory of what once was blooming now shrivels and dies
only questions talk to my broken sobbing mind
coldness and despair talk to the fears that once where inside
and a thousand sad songs remind me of the kissed we once shared under pouring rain
now only the faded touch of them caress the lips drenched under my own rain
muteness has become our talk of the day
and words have become a goodbye and a goodnight
the only time i now know of you
is when there is nothing left to tell
and your speech is now  inexistant
so you care for me no more
meanwhile i'm writing in blank pages about a love that i still hold unforgotten
tears and chords so depressing adorn my darkened room
but all i can think about is how much i love you
the times where id kiss you and smile and laugh
how they went and became ghosts i will never know.

Lagrimas de Madrugada IV

look at the wounds I've self inflicted
tell me how much more should i bleed
until something changes in you or me
how many more cuts for me to show you
until you think i'm worthy enough
i'm going insane trying to move the earth wind and water
yet nothing seems to ever work

Tell me if my blood lies forgotten
or if it at least served to water a seed
this hurts me more than any man could bare
and yet for you i would gladly bleed

i love you in dreams and with my eyes wide open
yet such words i have yet to hear
when silence responds to poems
thats when my eyes drown in the sea

the road

a lonely railroad track in the middle of a mountain stood the test of time and the wither of the elements, being visited on occasion by the few wondering tourists the mountain received, if the road could speak not many tales would be told, and of the few it did tell, none where of honor nor battles, nor any importance the the outside world, but then again, to the outside world nothing really matters. but the road and the mountain path had a favorite story to tell among themselves. it was short and random but at the same time a never ending tale. Speak the mountains of a rainy day like the many that show with the coming of summer,  among the droplets, came a couple walking playfully in the rain, she was as beautiful as a starry night, while he was a robust as a grizzly bear, quite jolly too. as they made their way across the path, the gravel and rocks beneath them made cracks and crunches that livened up the otherwise grey walk. the wood from the railroad track could feel it in the air, that sweet essence that drips from young lovers discovering the world through each others eyes, even if they themselves couldn't. as he wondrously marveled at the round and spout words of awe at the beauty his eyes saw, she whispered to him  to come close to her, with a voice full of innocence and playfulness and maybe a dash of spice. as he closed to her, their bodies met, and their lips clashed in a matter only known to few, his grip tighten around her waist and suddenly two thoughts crept into his mind like a wallflower in the middle of a summer day. the first was that this was unlike any other kiss he had ever experienced,  there's nothing he could compare it to, perfection he knew; did not exist, but boundless beauty he did feel, alongside heat and emotion, something that comes once in a life time stays but only for a few seconds and leaves to never come again, but leaves its markings tattooed on your being, and that was exactly what it was for him.the second thing he realized was that, right then and there, he could have died and been completely at peace with the world.all of this came through his mind in the few seconds the eternal seconds that took place in the pouring rain, hammering the lonely road, and though he never said it out loud, the road, the trees, the sky and rain knew those precious moments he was telling her in his mind, i love you

Captains love song

In the wake of this storm
My ship crashes, then burns to ashes
Rendering my sinking words on the mind
Of a poet thats is grasping, for air as he
Dashes from the wreak of a dream, turn
To ruin, no olive branches offered from the beating of the cold words thrown by the ocean. only laughter from a mad man called destiny , or faith or something greater, only he's the joker and I'm batman, but i cant find a robin on this battle, that trembles like a volcano erupting fire. And at the end of the day theres no water nor fire only the anguish from desire ripping stitches from the blankets that through time i fought so long to acquire, comforters from the harshness of madness or liars.
And truly the witnesses of the unmaking of the maker of words trying so hard to inspire , truly flailing in despair from failing at the only job the ever mattered. Keeping a flame lit in a candle.