Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
Invictus, by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Thursday, 6 September 2012
Colorful Love
You've got rainbows shining from your smile
and your hair is like honey wheat that I anxiously weave
I love you, it's as simple as that.
Even far, I can feel you sigh and I wear your skin,
my dream man, my eternal lullaby.
You've got the ocean and the cliffs in your eyes,
that reflect all my favourite colours
I make love with you, it's as simple as that.
Even far, I can feel the sand beneath your feet
and the foam that lingers on the shore.
and your hair is like honey wheat that I anxiously weave
I love you, it's as simple as that.
Even far, I can feel you sigh and I wear your skin,
my dream man, my eternal lullaby.
You've got the ocean and the cliffs in your eyes,
that reflect all my favourite colours
I make love with you, it's as simple as that.
Even far, I can feel the sand beneath your feet
and the foam that lingers on the shore.
Wednesday, 29 August 2012
Song to the Siren, by Tim Buckley
Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tim+buckley/song+to+the+siren_20137304.html ]
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing, 'touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
O my heart, o my heart shies from the sorrow'
I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing, 'swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you:
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you'
P.S.: This one you could play when I die http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMTEtDBHGY4
I did all my best to smile
'til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tim+buckley/song+to+the+siren_20137304.html ]
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing, 'touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
O my heart, o my heart shies from the sorrow'
I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing, 'swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you:
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you'
P.S.: This one you could play when I die http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMTEtDBHGY4
Friday, 24 August 2012
How?
How does one survive when the one who put you in this world wishes you were dead?
How do you live when you're constantly battered and hurt, smashed into the ground,
your soul glued to the concrete and your mind buried six feet under?
My heart is a cradle of sharp broken glass making it bleed every second and sometimes the twisted minds press them deep and it bleeds a bit more.
How much pain does it take? How much lost blood does it take?
How do you live when you're constantly battered and hurt, smashed into the ground,
your soul glued to the concrete and your mind buried six feet under?
My heart is a cradle of sharp broken glass making it bleed every second and sometimes the twisted minds press them deep and it bleeds a bit more.
How much pain does it take? How much lost blood does it take?
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
Friday, 3 August 2012
Mother-Haters
Mothereous-monsters that regurgitate their children
and vomit upon them their frustrations;
teach them all about hatred and violence
because they've never been able to hug them
say that they love them
or even hold their hands in dire moments.
Wake me up when the world ends
and with it all misery and pain.
What's the point of living
if all you get is pain?
I am so strong that it aches
I'm so high that it tires
'Cuz I'm not like I was made to be
and I guess no one will ever see.
and vomit upon them their frustrations;
teach them all about hatred and violence
because they've never been able to hug them
say that they love them
or even hold their hands in dire moments.
Wake me up when the world ends
and with it all misery and pain.
What's the point of living
if all you get is pain?
I am so strong that it aches
I'm so high that it tires
'Cuz I'm not like I was made to be
and I guess no one will ever see.
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Blog of poetry in Portuguese - www.poesiadodesassossego.blogspot.com
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Blog of tales - www.projectdecember2008.blogspot.com
Blog about Culture and Society - www.siccc.blogspot.com
Blog of tales - www.projectdecember2008.blogspot.com