Paul Louis Villani

If I do that, will you feel like a whore?
If I do that, are you going to want more?
If I do that, do I gain higher place?
If I do that, what’s the after taste?

Surgery of a soul In need of repair.
Tiny little instruments used with such care.
A spirit mechanic with a look of despair.

My eyes without you are forlorn,
I bequeath you with all that I am.

…And soon I’ll be baptised!
I will rise even higher!
No need to associate with the outside!
I am beyond everyone now!

I’m thinking of her.
I’d break the rules and then recover.
She likes to paint the world grey.
I’ll save her from herself today.

This is my plight with time
Gaining momentum.
This is the reason why,
I still question my existence.

I am the rain that falls upon desert sands,
I am the excess that spilt from desperately clasped hands.

Pretence the object, yet faithful the subject.
Where’s the logic?
Begat the face that reflects all my peers.
We are of the same person

She said “I don’t know why I’m here and I don’t know from what it is I’m running.”
I said “stop running and just be here with me, I may be all that you need.”_

Bits and Pieces…

So indeed, music does tame the mighty savage beast.
For I am living proof of this amazing tuneful feat!

Every commoner across the border knows nothing of your suffering,
Knows nothing of your sacrifice.
They tend to their cows and sheep.
Not knowing the secrets that you keep

The crowds attention, attracted.
She struts in like Travolta.

Hands,
Shackled to wrought iron bed.
Feet,
Bound like vows of the wed.

Can I help you with anything?
What a fool am I, can’t even help myself.
I’d like to change my scene for a different perspective but I know,
I’d just get confused.

Time stays awake
In an everlasting night.

You have nothing to live for but have everything you need.
You see, I know who you are.
You’re Mr. Personality.

Never opposed,
A singular thought is clear.
Wondering out loud just why it is that we’re here?