Broadcasting Sirens

Lipstick Suicide

Dancers at sunrise fighting to pierce the sky with light
Murderers at dawn dismantling the clouds at sight

Breathing the music, possessing the soul with flame
Envisioning marvels, collecting a beautiful name

Lipstick Suicide when the climate changes and our lungs are swallowed
Lipstick Suicide when we cover the room with blood and glamour

I’ve seen that face before, willing to hide the crime
A smile that transcends, submerged inside my mind

were you told about glamour stolen from our dreams?
Were you always hurting as vivid as it seems?

Lipstick Suicide when the climate changes and our lungs are swallowed
Lipstick Suicide when we cover the room with blood and glamour

I can replace that broken smile dollface
serum from your eyes and venom from space

you don’t have to be the girl that everyone admires
just the one who conquers all of my smiles

Lipstick Suicide when the climate changes and our lungs are swallowed
Lipstick Suicide when we cover the room with blood and glamour

--bidkar

You Level Me

My Lily in the dark, my velvet romance,  you are scarce,
even among angels your eyes comfort the saddest victims of loss.
You level me, you revive the essence in the morning,
you convince the sun to rise and defeat the darkness of the night,
I want to hold you in my arms till the end of time,
They will make statues of our embrace and invent a new language from our love.

--bidkar

A means to survive evaporation

Sidewalk talk on our way to work with the noise from the streets like static,
Cars stacked up like dominoes and arms waving at invisible hellos,
Our bodies kept alive from every inhalation of money,
but our souls lively kept from every exhale of  emotion,
your heart starts beating faster than that of a hummingbirds’,
and this mannequin looks at you straight in the eye and smiles

But we don’t even hear or bother to listen to the hourglass,
We made time our enemy and decided to name it,
We are robbing from the clouds a means to survive evaporation,
And we cover our faces with magazines made of gold,
Holding on to what our fathers did in this great country,
Reciting a prayer that has been spoken without a language

--bidkar

I’m Your Playback

warm summer days inside a vhs tape forever,
the grain and the brightness take over this smile

I’m inside this movie where our lives are two hours long,
our pupils turn green and we drop like the sunset on your eye-lids

dancing with ghosts and staying awake with the zombies,
those carnival days always had a lighter wind to them

and when this disco fiasco ends where will you sleep?
the moon will always be around, even in my skin

you can live inside me where its always summer,
always hitting rewind on your favorite part

birthday wishes and clowns dressed like gentlemen,
I’d rather be a fool in love than a heartless hero

putting away empty glasses for breakfast with traces of lipstick,
you can never put a price on moments of love

--bidkar

This Satellite

If the stars move in circular motion why do they not share perfection with us?
We are all saints, we are all that’s left from this satellite

From the beginning to end what have we recorded in memory of existence?
We are all statues, frozen in time with a heartbeat

A Beautiful canvas is presented to us called life but what colors do we use?
We are all victims, tragedies conspired by our insecurities

We write of love but what sense of belonging do we evoke in this world?
We are all flesh, porcelain glass in the eyes of God

--bidkar