RIHANNA- DIAMONDS SPANISH AND ENGLISH VERSION (Official Santander Spark ...

Sculpted Minds

Magical senses sculpted

Process of the mind

Tempting teasing tasting

Lips combined

Forever foraged

Patterned skin

Blemishes of touch

A smile a grin

Columns of order

Comfort in chains

Torn skin

Patience is thin

 

Mirrored Lies

Mirrored standing alone

Voices everywhere

Sadness in worn out eyes

Heart is in disrepair

Echoes laughter follows

Footsteps from the past

Capsuled life now and then

So, it begins again

Soraya - "SELF CONTROL"

Flourish

Gliding in to the arms

Of a future

Of the unknown

A room full of wonder

Is this called home

Walls that are drenched

In the past

Hunger of thorned

Remembrance

Heavy hearts

Dragging splinters

Digging veins

Bursting to expose

Shadows pose

Broken fences

Laneways of traited words

Brushing over

The absurd

Journey

Haunted by inner voices

Life and it’s choices

Cleansed by the

Washed up past

Shaken to the core

Fragile not

Made of glass

Skeletons of shackled armour

Pushed and bowed 

Mind in a swirl

Empty out the soul

Chasing expectations

Lines of frustration

Combination of the two

Correlation of the situation

Temptress of suitability

Inhaling his ability

Perplexed by lust

Inner circle of trust   

Leather and Lather

Leather and lather

Silk and soft lace

Touching and kissing your face

Turning and twisting

Held for your pleasure

Hands move over

Hidden treasure

Isolated Within

I am the shadows of my past

I am the maker of my dreams

I am the isolation of my here and now

Where nothing is as it seems

Break away the chains

Pull along my reins

Etched deep within

For I am full of sin

A body broken and shattered

Mind is bruised and battered

Let my tears fall down

I am your entertainment

Your clown

Hurt

If soiled skin

Could heal the pain

Weaved within

If it could plaster over

The hurt

The knocks on the chin

Caged in isolation

Solitude of the mind

Hardened for your pleasure

Time, it cannot measure

Grounded in place

Nothing seems the same

Not willing to go along

Not willing to play this game

A Mother's Love

A palace of dreams

Mothers in streams

Washing away worries

All that fills the air

Is their children’s screams

Blankets there are none

Their only comfort is a mother love

Hands protect them

She shields them

Shattered gloves

Let the fear stop

Free them

Don’t trap them

Or besiege them

Life

If I could breath you in

I’d spit you out

I’d turn up your volume

Show you what life’s all about

I’d hide your mind

Inside my heart

There it would be protected

We would never be apart

In corners

Where no one can see

Only I am you

And you are me

Take my hand

Watch it fall

No tears to cry

No one to call

New Beginnings

Blankets of the dozen

Pinned and held tight

Darkness is our cover

Moon is our delight

Scent of settled ambers

Glow off your skin

Hands held together

Let our story begin

Toxic

Wanting to surrender  

To the life held tight

Wrapped in isolation

Over thinking

Causing perspiration

Hunted like a wild dog

Cornered by imagination

What is true

Eyes that cover the blue

Pressed down

Sheltered harness

Covers the invisible

Freedom

Locked in time

Breath stands still

Fight none left

Secrets hidden

Cultivate the forbidden

Suffer

In a corn field

Where nothing ever grows

He stands and stares

No one cares

Birds in flight

With the will to fight

Flying freely

Like a run away kite

Exhausted with tiredness

Sun scorching his head

Hands like splinters

Harsh will be the winter

Swooping down to capture

A closer look

Swirling around him

They take what they can

As the burnt ground

Suddenly hardens

With frost winters face

Hunger takes place

Let the rain fall

He prays

With his eyes touching the sky

Hardship in the lines of seeds

Again he prays oh why

Days pass nothing changes

Noise of the turning pages

Cries call out from the children

Empty tummies

Rumbling like drums

Digging the dark

Cold ground

Nothing to feed them

Nothing to be found

Laying their heads down

On cold damp beds

Echoes of hardship

Fill each wall

Pride

Let me be your

Beanstalk climb me

If you will

Shred my edges

Show me your skill

Aroused and woken

Words to be spoken

Calm the voices

Make your choices

Conquering the messages

Puzzled by the unsolved

Lay down your head

Sleep will resolve

Patience hidden

Underneath hands

That are worn

Worked to the bone

Sorrow

Let me climb

Your mountain

Allow me to

Taste your soul

Body fallen slowly

Like a new

Born foal

A trail of

Teasing delight

Eyes opened wide

Emotions suppressed

No where to run

No where to hide

Domino

Stamping your heart
Footprints through your veins

Fossilised emotions
Body pushed
Grated down
Pushed with erosion

Muscles pumped
Exploding with the thrill
The scent of the iron
Is your pill

Sweat falls down
Scent fills the air
Curiosity of roving eyes
Smiles that tantalise

Dominate my mind
Close down my soul
I will play along
For I know my role

Purged to fulfil
Your fantasy
Reflection of who
You expect me to be

Push me pull me
Throw me about
Lips tied together
No room to shout

Exhausted
Pressed breath
Touches the cold air
Movement of her hand

Burning Desire

Shredded lines

Hardened times

Isolation

Is his broken spine

Roads that meet

Divided by the past

Escape jarred up emotions

That never last

Prisoned by

Entwined vines

Hungry like wolves

Silent cries

Moon over river

Bring me your dawn

Scent of your nature

Waves of perfection

Brush against your lawn

Scents gather

Filling the air

Teasing the wildness

That once was there

Brushing fogged

Up glass

Prints of gasping clasps

Fingers hold

Fast moving breaths

Hearts beat

Like drums

Encased in

One another’s figure

Sheltering the fire

That burns

Deep inside

Fogged up glass

Eyes close fast

Fantasy fills

The air

He is her challenge

Satin

Perfection in white

Your eyes

So innocent

Catch the light

Folds of satin

Carefully fall

In place

Ivory skin

In your flawless face

Dancing eyes

Glimmer like

The stars

Music to our ears

Like a thousand guitars

Hands cross over

Time stands still

Memories of this day

White satin

Holds the frill