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TORMENT
In the middle of The wilderness Between the slivers Of moonlight Filtering through the Camouflage of trees
Almost naked They stood Baring their souls
In the vortex Of the simulated Howling of the wind Tethered to unseen Anchors by invisible Filaments of other lives
Almost touching They stood Palpably close
Two Broken Hearts
© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2005 --- |
| A song about standing a girl up at the altar – this song was written by one of Ciba’s friends, Jan (Honza) Fischer in Czech. The English lyrics are mine.
Jana (Janey Age – lead singer Voodoo Monkey Child) and Iva (Ravenhouse – ravenhousemusic.com) lend their awesome voices to the ending. --- 
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White Hot Fever
No one special In his life - He lies
Heady essence Wafts across Head spins
Bright red flashes Energy Grab him
White hot fever Spills onto Wood floor
Heart melted as Words ooze past Wet lips
Hope glimmers in Remembered Passion
He pleads his case Full court press And now
Against her soft Flesh again - He lies
© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2009 --- |
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The One
He cloaked his soul in obscurity Concealed his heart from her love Traveled incognito, prowled along The edges of her life for decades
His true intentions, intense passion Revealed too late and now faint sketches Of the man she never really knew Flicker in the shadows taunting her
© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2006 --- |
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Did anyone miss me?????? HELLOOOOOO
Due to electrical problems and company from the Czech Republic, I have been off the computer and internet. The electricians are done with their work and my family is leaving today. I will be cleaning up the mess (plaster from the holes in the walls and putting my office and the rest of the house back together) starting tomorrow. I hooked up the computer temporarily but will have to unhook it again tomorrow for a few days. I will try to finish out April’s Fools with one more post on the 30th and then it’s on to May Fever.
PS: I never was able to figure out why the audio of ‘A Wasted Life’ didn’t work. --- |
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HER SHAME
She scarcely Notices As the tears Slowly start The slide down Toward her chin
This light rain Turns into A torrent Cascading Down her face
Soaking through The tissues From the box To the left Of her hand
She hides her Vulnerability As if it were Something to Be ashamed of
Behind false Bravado Little stones open Gaping wounds As she sobs In private
© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2007 --- |
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Who Are We
Who are we to promise The impossible
Who are we to offer Each other false hope
Who are we to hint at Fulfillment of love
Who are we to imagine That all is not lost
To still believe in dreams Who are we but fools
© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2007 --- |
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Precious
There is a sadness and a desperation mixed with the gladness of our conjugation Is it because of our choices that you heart no longer rejoices? Have we been doomed from the start to forever be apart? When we lit the fire that fueled our desire were we destined to burn if we took the wrong turn with no chance to behold the splendor and glory from that which was foretold as being our story? Is this remuneration for miscommunication? If even this song has been played wrong undertaken in the heat of passion still striving to possess a piece of happiness where are we now? To which god do we bow? Is there no salvation from this misery of damnation? ©Alice Vedral Rivera - 1999 --- |
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Deprivation
Seduced by vague trace of carnal recall separated by time warped constraint of restricted lust
Stranded in canyons flooded with hunger we writhe - twisting and turning in the belly of the beast
© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2008 --- |
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Ciba & Rhythm on 22nd - my lyrics, Ciba’s music, arrangement G. Belle Belle thought that a rockabilly arrangement would suit this little ditty from the 1st cd. Ciba/Rhythm on 22nd CD is available for purchase at:
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