Sunday, June 22, 2008

Dreams Vs Reality

There is always a dream we all chase

And a reality we seek to run from

There is always a dream we desire so much

Yet there is always a reality we choose to live in.

I have my dreams too

Dreams I would fight for

Dreams I live for.

A wife away in Italy

A son, unborn from a mother’s womb

A future too hazy to predict

The lap of luxury too far to reach.

Wanting a dream needs working towards the dream

But unfortunately how far from realities of life did I run?

From a drunken friend who drags you to the nearest bar

From the seductive smile of a passing woman

From a lonely masturbation inside a darken toilet.

How far did I run from the materialistic desires of the sunken world

From the sadistic desires of a sicken world

From the unending last shots for the road.


My desire to hold love

Where do I find?

My desires to go home to someone

Where do I seek?

My want to be loved

Where do I find?

Amore, Come Home

Let us live my Dream.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

A Journey of a Drunken Man

A wounded heart,

Bleeding eyes,

Shattered soul, scrambled life.

Scars from a battle I alone fought.

The absence of my Amore

I seriously cannot handle.

I did not know which way to turn,

When a single ray of light guided me to a bottle of Whiskey.

And there I found, I am a believer.

Here is miracle I seek on earth,

And for all damn soul, here is your solace,

Here is OUR liberation.

First shot, all wounds patched, the bleeding stopped,

And I was already climbing the stairways to heaven.

The taste lingered on for a moment,

Until replaced by a long drag from a shorten cigarette.

Another shot

And the warm pleasant burning sensation rested in my stomach.

Life seems better now, easier.

All you have to do is wave, and shots would materialize instantaneously.

Soon it was doubles; the bottle struggled to keep up.

Now how far our wallet will take us, I really didn’t care,

Confident “put it on my tab” will work,

Not so confident the owner might agree.

But what the hell, so I waved again.

How I was wounded, I don’t remember,

For, the magic carpet ride had begun.

With my heads in the clouds, life didn’t seem so hard now,

Although taking the next step became quite a challenge.

I had waved and waved, I had waved like a cheerleader,

Thus recollections of my journey to my bed seem a distant fading memory.

But home I was, for I did wake up

With a terrible headache,

And a wounded heart.