Broadcasting Sirens

Lipstick Suicide

bidkar — Tue, 19 Apr 2011 05:42:55 +0000

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

You Level Me

bidkar — Sun, 10 Apr 2011 03:35:55 +0000

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.

A means to survive evaporation

bidkar — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 01:02:17 +0000

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

I’m Your Playback

bidkar — Thu, 07 Apr 2011 03:14:24 +0000

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

This Satellite

bidkar — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 06:14:42 +0000

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

Ciudad en el cuerpo

bidkar — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 04:50:37 +0000

estámos listos a escapar
esta ciudad que no da olor?
las paredes despintadas
dan concierto a mi dolor.

no he probado nada cerca a mi
que de mas ardor,
que la distancia úrbana
que escurre sangre
de cabeza al corazón

mentira que destina el hecho y
yo sigo en enfermar
me da miedo pero nunca voy pa’tras

estámos listos a escaparnos
de éstas luces que dan olor?
Las sonrisas estan mezcladas con
miradas de dolor

no he probado nada cerca a mi
que de mas ardor,
que la distancia úrbana
que escurre sangre
de cabeza al corazón

mentira que destina el hecho y
yo sigo en enfermar
Me da miedo pero nunca voy pa’tras

me enroncho en mis lágrimas
sin parar de respirar
corro en miedo pero nunca voy pa’tras

A Silhouette with a Shadow

bidkar — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 05:54:08 +0000

I’m slowly making my home here,
where the sunlight bathes your naked branches,
I’m changing color as time dictates,
and gravity determines my place among the height of the air

If I survive the end of the winter
please see it as a sign that I will always be with you,
and that my blood thickens as i decay,
just remember to wear your heart as you sleep,
because it heals me in slumber,
and I forget the cold winter night and look forward to the brighter days

Those days when I could fall and
frolic with the wind without touching the ground.
Dancing and painting with my arms a beautiful array of colors
This picture is beautiful, it’s a smear at a distance,
but in my mind it’s engraved on tablets written by your beautiful hand,
Your the foreground to the moon and the contrast to this canvas,
a silhouette with a shadow and a home to my heart.

Untitled

bidkar — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 23:53:49 +0000

avoid this hollow heart beat,
it echoes through the empty
you know i love your soul
even if its scarred permanently

a scarecrow seizures while
awaiting for your voice,
drowning in my own tears
has always been my choice

you’re my silent addiction
in a loud universe,
forgetting you completely
is like forgetting this fragile verse

this has never been about me
the vividness and glamour,
its always about you, your eyes,
your skin, and your beautiful manner

Levanter

bidkar — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 05:41:33 +0000

I lay here on the bathroom floor with my arms extended,
I’m reaching for the crash of the waves from the distance,
As my eyes close my ears are awakened

From the corner a hint of noise is created and consumes my body,
The sirens born of tragedy are kept alive in their irony,
And they project themselves with the help of the Levanter I die everyday and I’m reborn at sunrise,
And what you see from me is both a memory and a reincarnation,
Someone who I long to be and someone that I want to love,

Although solitary in state, I belong to everyone who listens,
And so with great empathy I give you my silence,
A silence that contains the extent of my being
So that when im not around, my spirit will be there

The levanter is the wind that carries the voice,
The part of the universe that empathizes and saturates emotion.
Without it wars would never end and hearts would never heal,

Although strong by nature, even a prayer for warmth is attended,
A simple embrace for comfort and a plea for forgiveness,
Because when we forgive, our ongoing hatred as humans is erased,
Our faces are faceless and only the soul can be seen

A Poem Everyday

bidkar — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 04:10:39 +0000

We are currently writing material for an album and in the process we are referencing our other artistic venues such as art and poetry. We want to share our original poetry/ free writing with you guys so that you can see in a personal level where we draw inspiration for our lyrics. Many times the shape of a poem will change when it reaches a lyrical medium. You will be able to see some of these poems become lyrics for our new material. The content and writing style will vary in style and language ( Spanish, English) because of the fact that we are various members and each poem is treated differently.

For the month of April we will post up a new poem everyday for your viewing. Hope you enjoy and engage yourselves.

We are currently writing material for an album and in the process we are referencing our other artistic venues such as art and poetry. We want to share our original poetry/ freewriting with you guys so that you can see in a personal level where we draw inspiration for our lyrics. Many times the shape of a poem will change when it reaches a lyrical medium. You will be able to see some of these poems become lyrics for our new material. The content and writing style will vary in style and language ( Spanish, English) because of the fact that we are various members and each poem is treated differently.
For the month of April we will post up a new poem/freewrite everday for your viewing. Hope you enjoy and engage yourselves.