Blind adventure

Searching and searching 
Through the rainy hammering jungle
Eyes glaring, what is he doing
What is he chasing 
For what is he racing
Back to my thoughts 
Fire falling from the night sky
Yet I'm so composed 
Legs moving because I want you whole 
I'm at the end the cliff
An aura seems to be giving off a mystical drift ,
My eye's intensity from the sidelines are glaring again 
I lunge , to be tagged by thorns

Agua para mi corizon

Tu es la lluvia, mi corizon la flor
Tu es la Agua para mi corizon
Mas Que nada mi amor
Porque yo tengo un amor, 
Sus labios se amejan un niebla se levantõ. 
Su voz es música para mi alma. 
No te vaye mi amor, porque mi alma es un a flor. 
Tu es la agua para mi alma. 
mi sonrisa es para tu.
Miro tu rostra, y mi corozon es facil
Mi vida es abburido a donde tu no aqui.
Tome este amor Tengo mucho deseo de dar

Palladium boots: snow,snow snow...

This is by far the best winter ever...
week after week, a pile on top of another...
its a bit insane but natural and definatly will be remembered...
Palladiums are plus in weather like this...
Take a look for your self...
over...

Heavy Words

what if its an avid listener
who's at fault
No sap in sight
Head's always up
and if in it,
it's alway knee deep
Tnen goodbye's won't allieviate
Only erases the the history
Depending on the time
it could take awhile, but for now
Head down,
Sap in sight.

It's in you already, just make the move.

Dark part of the mirror

Rain falls from his ceiling, and pours from his eyes.
Deep down inside, mother loves and provides.
Father is vague, can not be found.
The seat is filled by an angry soul.
Through his iris, a window he see's.
Another like him greeted with hugs and love
Reality slams, and only the stepfather's backhand and impact
awaits.
no comfort during the storms and his heart and eyes.
He feels as though he is going blind, but his eyes are
blurred with just tears of sadness, and stabbed hope.
No love, when the mother is out with another.
He's young and only knows himself and what he's endured.
Soon his tears become puddles and engulfs his heart,
head under and hand still on the faucet.
He falls with the rain and escapes from his pain.

Thieves Of Hearts

Thieves Of Hearts we know them as.
The hearts they take using victim's weakness,
Like the effect of gravity, its always beauty.
Elegant and yet so witty moving through the tides
in the wind.
Only a few survive, the one's with determination and vigour
seeping from there iris's
Thieves Of Hearts feed from the weak.