Spoiled Oasis

 

ImageSalvador Dali

 

Salvador Dali always manages to express his power through so many illustrations. It’s a quite sensual piece. Safe to say, I am truly and remarkably moved by the meaning! I wrote this a while back, being inspired after I had awakened from a dream of being drowned by an oasis. I also found a lot of inspiration from Martika’s ‘Coloured Kisses’:

“You give me, give me colored kisses
Colored kisses for my lips to taste
You lead me, lead me to an oasis
An oasis where I can lay
My head on your shoulder and pray”

It’s one of my favorite jams, I love how colorful it is. It’s safe to say, being spoiled by a beautiful oasis really grants my thirst!

 

Just a fountain of forever – a waterfall of regeneration
Wisely laying beside the water brooks
I am thirsty for my lips to taste the freshest springs that run into me
This oasis is my home – as I was born into the spell of the waters
Once it was then possible to drown my veins
As I tried to break free from the liquids of eternity
It isn’t so easy to harmonize with the rushing waters because the waves cover and cruise the motion of the ocean
The heart of my livelihood
Rests at the sleepless sounds of the night
Come to me and arise with a crush of transparency
Find yourself at the foundation of all living
Organize the species of all life and silence the scientific hypothesis of the origin
The rivers yearn for the spoiling of fresher rainfalls
The drought captivates the deadly sting of rotten righteousness
Blades are becoming rusty as they cut the lengths of watery pastries

Sugary Flow

Sweeter dreams of milky passions she speaks.
 
She compliments the insight of what she sees in the light!
 
The wonder in her words – counting again.
 
I’m trying to recall the statement in her blessing!?
 
Going forward through 17 measures – which is poetically sung within the voices of melodic serenades.
 
She sings of a feeling, that pounds her heart so near.
 
As her rhythm is understood, by the choir of an audience, everyone sings in harmony.
 
The flow is begged by a craving for sugary islands and sweet drops of rain.
 
If this were a song it would be forbidden in the broadcasted notion of what is truly sacred.
 
Every part of syncopation no longer waits – it takes each chance to deal with the response.
 
The desires are fully dressed with unselfish luxury.
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Dedicated: To The One -Who Embraced The Element Of My Longing // Her Name Is Behind The Camera.