Dog Days Are Over

"Happiness, it hurts like a bullet in the mind"

I was listening to this song , and I wanted to share its meaning:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWOyfLBYtuU

The song starts with "Happiness" this song is about Happiness, and that the person whoever it may be was running from happiness all this time. And when happiness finally arrived the person ran from it.. "She sank it with a drink and wash it down the kitchen sink" - She washed happiness away. Main chorus "Dog days are over, dog days are done" basically saying the bad days are behind you now, and happiness has made it's way back into ones life again. "Horses are coming you better run" is to suggest that happiness is coming at you whether you like it or not, but you can keep running but happiness will be in your life again. "Happiness hurt like a bullet in the mind" to suggest that the unfamiliar feeling of happiness is hard to accept to one who has had hard times, the person has forgotten what happiness is. And any type of change in ones life is like a bullet to the mind. "Leave your loving and your loving behind you" suggests, in life most heartache is because of love, and we can't carry the heartache of love all our lives...to move forward in life you have to let things go.
But loving in the right way will make one grow. "Run fast for your mother and fast for your father" is not saying to run from them, but run to them. Run to the people who will stand by you....Show them you can take this life with all the punches it has to offer you. This song is about finding happiness again and it finding you. Hence the title of the song "Dog days are over". This song is also the theme song to the movie "Eat Pray Love" about a woman who battles depression and finds happiness in herself again....very inspirational.
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Eternal Love

Couldn't help myself today from feeling sad at the elderly couple passing slowly in front of my eyes
the man holding his wife's arm, they looked cute and sad.
some how quickly reminded me of my grandfather, everyday i realize how much i miss him
and how much i miss his visits and his care, after that i know that he is in a much better place i can't stop missing him.
i wish those times would come back again, when i used to stay at their home, travel with him and when he used to buy me things. and his up beat fashionable sense of sweets and chocolate, his old fashioned and posh cologne and clothing.
he was the perfect grandfather any person could ever have, can't get over the fact that the best grandpa passed away, but it was expected.

I watched the elderly short couple, the red headed wife, with her too old and colorful dress that had lots of flowers, classic colors, retro patterns and their old clothes flashed me back to the 90's. they walked very slowly, helpless and weak. I watched their old clothes. how they were peacefully together, I got the vibe of surrender coming out of them, it gave me shivers up my spine, I almost spun my head around to watch them till they were out of my vision and out of the way, I was thinking to go take a walk after them, but again though I shouldn't be that in love with sorrow.

It also made me think importantly of something else, about how am i going to be like when am that old, when am with my significant other, it intensely made me think about my position with my significant other that way in a flash.
are we going to look the same way? and if we are going to be that together and still that in love and very supportive.
obviously they looked cute because they were together for a lifetime, and i still can feel the strong bond and emotions they still have...

PS: this blog post was typed today when i was sitting on one of the benches, on a note file on the blackberry after feeling those deep emotions after seeing those couple.

Dark Foreplay

I danced in graveyards
with a vampire till dawn
I bit her down into her neck
her body quivered beneath me
the smallest moan escaped her lips
as she laid here tied across me

The chains sang and rattled
as she was shaking in bondage
the blood was sliding over her
the scent of an aphrodisiac
Pulling back her from her hair
the spike of my piercing glittered in the dark

The whip slid over her lacy blouse
across her stomach and up her arms
sometimes cracking into her skin
leaving marks all along her palms

I ran my tongue over every wound
savoring the blood on my lips
she sighed to tempt me to do some more
as she shuddered at the touch of my lips

She pulled against the fur cuff and chains
the bond connecting her to the forbidden
the metal studs on my leather belt rip across her
with all the pain, her body treasure

I kissed her and bit her rosy lips
The blood lining between the kiss
My hands and nails scratching her neck
and my tongue penetrating her mouth

Held her down so to be still
the spikes on my black bracelet shined
raising my leather boots into her vagina
ecstasy and pain transforming together

Smelling her personal scent and odor
her black nail polished fingers caressing me
the chair was covered with sexual fluids
and lust was booming in the night air

But I wasn't sexually satisfied yet
thinking of evil ways to start again
start the vortex of dark sexual energy
till I get transcendentally peaked

After the third orgasm she is begging
to stop abusing her and taking her
temptation is full in her eyes
And I want to eat her genitalia

running the knife unto her cleavage
blood droplets going down and under
squeezing and draining her energy
in a pleasurable sadism of the soul

She is totally drained and missing
the sun is coming up after minutes
I can't seem to let her leave , I cant let her go
I'm not full yet, only half way satisfied

In your eyes I see myself fading
As I saw our dark future together
As the sun is burning me now
Funny how your pour the red wine.

Spark

Met You on Halloween's
disguised and shadowed
wouldn't recognize ourselves
coincidentally in grace
spent time and got close in a flash
as if you knew me from too long
two weeks of acidic misery
insomniac nights and weak pity
every feeling that i got
and everything i felt
I still haven't loved you yet
Wouldn't think that I will find you
Your smile is engraved in my memory
Kept holding onto you
Butterflies and adrenaline in my veins
desensitized and mesmerized
by your auric field and presence
sparks burning in the air
your eyes penetrating mine
I can see right into you
intense energy swirling around me
passionate dreams of lusty embrace
sensing your moods smelling your scent right

Eleven Minutes

Lying down on my stomach, reading my book, topless and wearing my shades, sun is blazing against my bronze skin; sweat is dripping from my head. Reading the magnetic lines of the book that is touching my very soul making me feel shivery and cold inside despite all the hotness and heat of the sun at noon. It activated something inside of me. Of which I cannot get to put my hands on it yet, but it feels like an awakening. As I was in the last 10 pages of the book, its ending touched me intensely as strong as the whole novel, the writing style, the twists, the imagery, the feelings and the plot is very deep and is pure. It made me think about the subject at hand according to my life not the novel’s subject which is apparent on the surface to superficial readers which is prostitution, while the deeper subject or meaning behind this novel is sacred sex or the sacred essence of creation, which is love. Eleven Minutes is a piece of art. True love is very deep and has to do with the souls not bodies or minds, its related to fate rather than coincidence and human plans. it is very strong that it can survive time, and it can change people to the better, make them more adaptable, and sensitive, full of ‘light’. I don’t know if I found my soul mate yet or not, and I don’t know if I had mine and lost it a long time ago, maybe there are many soul mates for everyone for every stage in their life, or maybe there is only one in a life time. I don’t think I will be looking anymore for butterflies, palm sweat, teenage hormones, or reckless mistakes and foggy future.

Death Verse For Cutie

He says It as it is
Like a Bitch
He gebiddan in silver
Walks in vanity
Black rose and letters
Phone sex and feathers
Pink fur, moon is blue
Sun is rising and he is finding
Choosing the riht poison
Cold outside, raining blood
His wish for you
always comes true
He controls you
Apocalypse on 1908
Hardships and mustard
thirty second to kill
before you kiss him
It consumeth
He gives thee hell
In hate with you
Orgasmic death foretell
Its not fair to you
But he is still praying
that there is no god
Save me
Graveyards and emptiness
Only Destruction and innocence
Sexism and Loneliness
Fire blew cold
Dimension of obsessions
It's not eower time
Red choir singing eower name
In a church where anti-christ reigns
Everything in waxed fear
Destroy everything he touch
The thrill of frenzy and fury
He can corrupt eow
make it rain
In a heartbeat
Take the fall
He smileth with pity
before he ends your life
Fallen engel cries
Tears of blod unto thyself
Maketh him glorious
Renaissance is hidden
we are not alone here
Just dead men
I love myself
And it's not a sin
Just a death rose for cutie

Euphoric Intoxication

The fog was cold and Grey
Things were frozen and still
Hands of time were flying
Electricity charged atmosphere
You can smell the euphoria in air
From a mile away it is noticeable
The scent of addiction and intensity
Her voice rang into my bones
Music was excruciatingly sedative
I was feeling high on air
That was full of her personal scent
Eyes hypnotically black and harem
Falling into the depth of the forbidden
Glamorous, Sweetness and sweating
Bullets falls slowly on my palms smoothly
My hear beats like a hammer to my chest
Whenever I hear her voice, its enchanted.
seduced by this magic, under her spell
Addictive, new, attractive, melodic
Like alcohol, when it spreads
through my veins and my blood
When I see her, It intoxicates me
My favorite brand, I can't seem to quit
Got me under your spell, that's true.
I was immune, no one but you got me
I'm Vulnerable, You're my addiction