Q-ZACK: Here & Now

Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed, you share with me.
This night is wild, so calm and dull,
these hearts they race from self control.
Your legs are smooth as they graze mine,
we’re doing fine, we’re doing nothing at all.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won’t you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry,
which ever you prefer.

The words are hushed, lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here, from all the stupid questions.
“Hey did you get some?”. Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can’t hear…
so we can get some.

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I’ll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it’s so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and I let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it.

And I knew,
that you meant it.

Adapted from Chris Carraba’s Hands Down

A continuation of what I wrote last year. A prelude of what has already happened. A prologue to what has has been said. Inspiration had never been an easy one these days, but I know it’ll come pouring in. Full blast. Never-ending. Unlimited raw of energy….channeled into one direction.

Just a pen & paper and my guitar as my only weapon for destruction, I carefully scribbled words that unbeknownst to me would be so influential. A melody generated from the four-lonely chords appears to be so addictive, combined with Jeloh’s glam-powered and EMO-sustaining powerful vocals, can leave everyone breathless and be wanting for even more. Just imagine the devastation.

(But that’s just me imagining things yet again…..)

Actually, it’s factual.

There’s still more up in the horizon.

This only a teaser.

A vision of things to come.

A preview of what a nerdy-SICK-type of guy can do.

Muchas gracias!!!

What a rush!!! A semi-annual report is what I’m featuring right now in my blog. A definite high is directly proportional to the indefinetly lows generated from the extravagant effort held within the ever-rising passion that is constantly passing from the core to the bone and to the whole entire being of my conciousness, which is in short “inspired”.

Being alone with you is already a gift. Let alone my New Year’s project come into fruition. Let alone the waves crash, without causing any distractions. Open your eyes so you could read these lines forever. Now, close your eyes so you could feel me now and better. I’m not one to brag but competitions is getting a little bit stiffer. Singin’ our songs won’t make it any better unless words that comes from your ever-enticing lips are uttered. "Etu na mi pensamiento y na mi corazon", "Sincerity", nowadays is an artform. Further seems forever, they beg to differ. The chorus reverberates while the echo imitates, it’s not I trust anyone, it’s just my way of dealing things in a more democratic manner. But never again and nevermore, I stand firm in all of my decisions. Blank is the mind when you’re having a little bit of too much. A dose of reality is what I need to shake things up that would eventually wake me up. This life keeps calling…so let’s get a move on.

My heart was once a virgin because it has never been tried, choked, squeezed, squashed and beaten into a bloody pulp not until now. It has been constantly at war with the mind, my ego. But now they are at peace with one another. Agreeing with their own terms and conditions set right down the table. But then the cloud of forgetfullness seems to hover above me making me stammer, stutter and stagger off my feet and making me lose the words that once was present in my system and yet lines and stanzas seems to fall into places still. With each strum annd pluck of the string brings smile upon my face, and the clatter of the keypads are music to my ears that purely resonates into the dead of the night, noteworthy of appreciation. The last piece of the puzzle has been put into place with surprising revelations. I guess some things are better left unsaid. But that’s another story. At first, the thought of "love" growing is a little bit absurd until it hits me.

Against all odds. No matter what. Until forever meets its end.

Doubt pierced my eyes like needles and I can’t seem to contain my self still. I really wish it would stop staring, because it’s not for the reason I want it to be. But it never stop gazing at me. It never give me a second alone, to think, to straighten things out in my mind, which I admit is becoming jumbled with emotions and is mucked with confusion. It’s so hard to think when it’s there, sitting only a few feet away from me, glaring at me like the way it should be.  I lived my life practically alone before but now these arms are yet to feel the shackles that are ready to be strapped in. I don’t think anything I’ve done thus far deserves such treatment. I don’t need her reasons, just the alibis to calm me down. Rage would fill me up and I would come back to myself only half aware of what had been going on, but the memories were too absurd to even consider and my imagination’s too deep to fathom. The more painful the story is, the more credible it’ll get. Furthermore, without going into all the whys and wherefores, focus on the present and strive unto the future.

Need to save up until I’ve got it all. My pocket not yet equipped with paper seems to be giving me the appetite to go on living. I know it won’t be easy, and hell, it won’t be that hard; trying to keep up with the times that slowly gearing itself up…waiting for us on purpose. We didn’t step on the stage yet but the praise keeps on pouring in. The promise. The pain. The valor. The rage. We raise our hands up high because we know that life is just all too well. A little too well. Come on. Come now. Let’s get ourselves immersed and swallowed by the principles that made us what we are now thus forgetting the melodies that keeps us in tune.

The other day, she felt like hell. She haven’t heard from him…she tried, by all means, to reach him…luckily, he allowed her to…and she loves him for that…but she hates him when he’s not himself…she hates him when he is SICK.

She kept on thinking, thinking as to why she’s in pain…analyzing the fact that she would know the answer sooner or later.

The day is almost done and she hadn’t felt her presence yet.

One cryptic message sends her bursting in to tears.

But she knows in her heart that tomorrow is going to be a wonderful day. That they are going to sing their song again…

She loves him…deeply.

Unbeknowst to her, that he too loves her surely…now.

A flash flickers in the distance as the shutter comes closing in a matter of seconds. This photograph will be proof, a proof of my presence and an evidence of my existence to your world and to the infinite forever that dwells within the depths of neverendingness. "Until Sunday I’ll be waiting for your answer because yesterday’s not good enough for you", wrote John Vesley has he tried to serenade his then-girlfriend-now-his-wife, 5 years ago. Now I’m the one doing it. Learning every bit of technique I could muster without the exception of it’s really the real me that you want to get to know of real better. As this pen and paper as my witness, I gently scribble what I thought to be perfect and I what I felt to be nice. I meant every single word that I jotted down and every single line I had written is about you. Now searching for an only motivation, as the thumbnail view of your photos is reason enough to inspire me but the whole picture of you really made me even passionate, I stop and think then turn to look at…you.