Saturday, 27 June 2015

Charmed

Must've been black magic
The way you Charmed me
With a soft-blonde hair flick
Such a seductive trick

Diverted my attention
When I was on the Highway to Hell
Stole the meaning of perfection
And turned it into your own adjective

Poetry's just a ritual
To get you on the mattress
Under the bedsheets without the robes
Unusually I'm not tense

Life's too critical
For a beauty like you to live in it
Would you be my hypnotism catalyst?
That charges me to sin

I'll be anything you say
Without regret
I'd fade away
Without quenching my thirst in the Sahara Desert

If the journey's end would lead me to you
Afterwards I'll be forgiven
Your presence would sooth
Please be my womanly heaven

Poetry's just too typical
Whispering words in your ear and you laugh sexily
Teasing comes natural
I'll feel you as long as you feel me...



Wednesday, 24 June 2015

Hope (is for the Hopeless)

"Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man". - Friedrich Nietzsche

If I cry tears of joy
Can you turn them into a flood of melancholy?
If I reveal unspoken lies
Can you convert them into a truthful melody?

No

If I reside in the light
Can you shove me into the pit?
If I grieve in silence
Can you erase all of it?

No

Hope is such a bitter word
It is for the Hopeless
Each day in this world
Every moment you love me less

Your hair was raven-black
Kept as long as it could unfold
If the realm was under attack
I would never let you get cold

Your skin was white as butter-cream
Complexion irresistible
We were a perfect team
The ending though horrible

Hope is such a bitter word
It prolongs the torment
Of my dying soul
Love can be anything but heaven-sent...

Far-fetched

Life is a debt
Paid by my heart's crest
And I survive in loneliness

Love is a liability
The chosen one has no availability
And I listen in silence

Your words differ from your deeds
Intentions so wrong that the soul bleeds
Awaiting your return

My words are too beautiful to be true
You are too be real to be you
This realm will burn

Our relationship is too Far-fetched
The basis of love is not etched
In our hands

Did you go where Cupid led?
With so many tears shed
To the forgotten lands

Where dreams are vacant streams
Melodies painful as being stung by bees
Romance becomes forgettable

The heart wishes to see what it wants to
Skies are grey when they should be blue
You are still unattainable

Our togetherness is too bleak
A life together is what we seek
But dying is the only remedy

To be alone in this fragile world
Not to feel loved only hurt
Life is a bittersweet symphony... 

Monday, 22 June 2015

Neck 2

I still want you dearly
Even connoisseurs can't deem the price
Nowhere else the source of my lust is shown so clearly
Than in your eyes

I want you to be suffocated
By my delicate grasp
I want you to be hated
By others who favor that gasp

One leg over the other
You sit across from me
I intend to wave aside those curly locks from your shoulder
And kiss thy Neck

I want to shove my manliness inside
As I whisper poetry in your ear
Then bite the lobe
When I feel my finality drawing near

I want to run my fingers all over your throat
And feel those burning veins
I don't care if you choke
At least my fantasy was not in vain...

Monday, 15 June 2015

Rape

I got what I wanted
Your body
The warmth had flooded
All over me

Atmosphere was under pressure
So was your skin
Your face a faceless treasure
Makes me want to sin again

I got what I wanted
Yet something was amiss
Yes there was something
More than a passionless kiss

I overlooked taking your love out
Before I had to depart
Forcing love without getting caught
I forgot to Rape your heart... 

Neck

I want you so dearly
Even angels can't name the price
Nowhere else the value of my love is shown so clearly
Than in your eyes

I want to be submerged
In your warmth
I want to be heard
By your love

I want to run my fingers down
Your jet-black hair so long
I want to drown
In your blood and in the end mutter so long

I want to hold you underneath the moonlight
And then sniff the skin on your Neck
With my teeth that yearn to bite
In the end I don't care if I go to heck

I want to run my fingers down your slender nape
And then dig them inside
I want to lick your whole body without it being showcased as rape
And then skin it until it's ripe... 

Saturday, 6 June 2015

The Diplomat of Al Ain

I don't know if I can sympathize enough
I've been sympathized enough
I don't know if I can sympathize enough
I've got no political background

I'm a dominating aggressive regressive
The past is over
Now submissive seems so pathetic

Are we racist, raped or rapist?
Are we racist, raped or rapist?

I feel so in love like an extremist
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel so in love like an extremist
And I'm ready to meet my maker

Bush has got no dirt on me
Bush has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise to every occasion
I'm the Republican-elect of Al Ain

I don't know if I can emphasize enough
I've been emphasized enough
I don't know if I can emphasize enough
I've got no biased history

Are we fascist, human or atheist?
Are we fascist, human or atheist?

I feel so in love like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my Maker
I feel so in love like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my Maker

Rushdie has got no dirt on me
Rushdie has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise to every occasion
I'm the Democratic-elect of Al Ain...