Hemingway81

Dark Waters.

There 's a river going down my street
Following a path where belong boys like me
Along a dark and dusty gutter lies our beat
And all the lightings gone are meant for us to be

Gone our Love, and swept the kindness of your time
When we trade our souls for nothing but a single dime
Heads of girls and tails of rimes, we sweat our own money
As we chained our duty to blond ghosts.... so called honey

Floating from beds to beds without feeling any desire
And burning from girls to girls without tasting the fire
We are half-lifed beasts, bleeding a one damn last alarm

Crying the sight of a sinful age for all the last Romantics
Wasting bodies and minds, when we never mean no arm
Forever lost and still standing of that foolish name...Fantastics.

                                                                                         Blake Summers.


J.

There is no blossom as J.'s smiles;
Starting in the silent kiss of our night
When the Moon is high and i the simple knight
And nothing but the leaves outside, to play the miles....

By the morning of her hands are blessed my kisses
And so dies, by the shape of her neck, peices by peices
Like little diamonds the breathing of a thousand souvenir
As she calls me back from her, and then, pulls me near...

Surely, i won't hold that love for longer than a breathing
Or keep that cold feeling, embrassing my sliding, fading soul
i' ll just stand for that selfish smile, when she has to warmly fall
Alone, someplace full of graces and pleasure she won't let me in....


A moment upon the Moon itself can't shine, for only does the Extasy
That blows out of her eyes, keeping at the door that lonely heart of mine
Alone, she will smile again, and that always kills me to see her easy
when being her only source of joy, i just remain, here, as a toy...on the line.


                                                                                                Blake Summers.

J2.
Awaken.

Should it be fair for the moon to die
In Aphrodite's dreams full of grace and gold
When i fall For J's love or should i say a lie
Every beat of my heart turns out blue for cold

One single tear,and J's curves boilin'on my chest
I just don't wanna recall anymore the taste of that rain...
But the trembling game of warm legs in a furious quest
And the vanishing of that us easing the killing pain

Embrasses made of blinds and i,one nice aliby in her sight
I can't beleive i stayed so long for a lying hidden breath
When she don't belong to me and never cared if i'm right

I'll let go with every emotion...every trace of a conscient death
So far the time when i cared of gifts, and pure tenderness
so far,i,now, will only burn of an infinite rage of...emptyness.


                                                                                               Blake Summers.




And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

                                                        Dylan Thomas.






You will be a Man my son

If you can see destroyed the work of your life

And, without saying only one word to give you has to batir

Or to lose of only one blow the profit of one hundred parts

Without a gesture and a sigh.

If you can be lover without being insane of love,

If you can be strong without ceasing being tender,

and, feeling you hai, without hair in your turn,

However to fight and defend you.

If you can support to hear your words

Disguised by the gueux ones to excite the stupid ones,

And to intend to lie on you their insane mouths

Without lying yourself of a word.

If you can remain worthy while being popular,

If you can remain people by advising the kings

And if you can love all your friends as brothers

Without none them being very for you.

If you can meditate, observe and know,

Without never becoming skeptic or destroying,

To dream, without letting your dream be your maitre

To think, without being only one thinker.

If you can be hard without never being in rage,

If you can be brave and never imprudent,

If you can be good, if you can be wise,

Without to be moral nor pedant.

If you can meet triumph after defeat

And to receive these two liars of a same face.

If you can preserve your courage and your head,

When all the others lose it.

Then, kings, gods, the chance and victory

Will be forever your subjected slaves,

And, which is better than the kings and glory,

You will be a man, my son.

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)





-drop dead you...-



Bright, bright full moon
Shall the hour come so end your reigns
For this spell trough my gloomy veins
Turns your lights in a vain too soon

But be not this mistress of hell i call
For this priviledge to my love be left
As all ends in a perfect fall
Where death's hand can be right or left

And darkness fails to be loud at dawn
But my soul keeps her favorite throne
Come so fate now time has come
Kill my world and let's get home

Breath calm breath....
Last witness of my bliss
I go now i die no peace
For left to come the devil kiss....

                                                           Blake Summers.