Summer Sons by Eliza Witte - HTML preview

Definition Of Love

L ike a coefficient

O f what you’re capable to give. Its

V alue equals to

E ternity.

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In Solitude Your War Is Won

 

I ntoxicated and then burnt there within N apalm of passion, S ole riders waiting for their turn, expecting O rders from the Chief in question, named L ove, who gives Her two thumbs up I n this shameful masquerade

T ill massacre of flesh and blood

U nveils who’s predator and prey:

D ie within the chains of lust! Die

E ccentrically, my sweet!

Y ou’re meant to suffer, then to curse your O pportunistic suites, an assembly of U nisexes,

R esting peacefully beneath, while you

W ait, and yearn, and

A che for a

R eal-time news feed.

I s there an escape for your fragmented

S oul and for your

W andering bones?

O h, you beg, you cry, you’re sorry?!

N ow comes the end of the story:

In solitude your war is won!

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In Silence Gained The Upper Hand

 

I f you were an actor with

N o body to transmit emotions,

S ilently your eyes would sprut

I ntelligence from your devotion.

L ittle spirits again could cast

E ffervescence in crazy trot,

N o matter that they’d be surpassed by

C anibalism in the job.

E voking silence,

G etting crutches,

A nticipating one’s reply,

I n the memory of his judges, a

N ureyev still could fly.

E nd with the carrier of a

D eaf musician’s lovely song.

T here, in silence, as peace-bringer,

H e could still be carrying on.

E very prayer

U nresponded,

P ressure,

P rey and

E vil blood,

R ocked in silence:

H ell’s resounding the human’s

A trium and moods.

N ever ending speech is needless -

D omes of Glory for the calm.

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Intellectual Orgasm

I nstitutionals, like most of the people are N ever gives them time to reconsider T erms of References different from their cars, E goes, status, bank accounts. Differed, L ess content within multiplication, L iterary over-swept with plans, to

E voke emotions is damnation -

C ut deep like scars - before the essence’s banned T o the EveryDay’s Life Episode Two.

U sually, one lacks shared words,

A cting solely like a prairie wolf.

L ove’s confused with paranoiac absurd.

O rder your next item makes you cool!

R arely one reaches for a book.

G azing at computers to compare the looks.

A crostic changed for a commercial hook; S olemnly, this life has just been cooked in the M icrowave.

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A Little Red War Has Never Looked Better

 

A h,

L ila, Terry, Jane and Chris,

I have no friends.

T hey’ve been dismissed.

T hey’ve learnt their

L esson: Stay away while I pursue the

E lysey!

W hat is it that you can offer?

A re you sure that by my coffin, all

R aped and in disgrace,

H ats come down? This masquerade,

As set up by you who weep,

S coffs my memory and sleep.

N ever had it been

E nough for you, my

V ultures,

E very love!

R obert, Stuart, Mary,

L is,

O h, look now!

O h, now you’re pissed!

K eep smiling, darlings!

E ndorphines will be

D elivered

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B y what’s mine:

E mancipate and hyphenate

T he hypocrisy in my name!

T hen turn around for it,

E ngraved, will end up

R ight on your own grave!

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Heartbreaker

 

H eat, burning sheets and dry air, and

E vil glances thrown at you o’er the

A bbys of the distance, where ir—

R ationality comes true.

T ribal, pagan and heretical, my

B lood is spilled upon your fist.

R ebelleous and even radical, my heart

E njoys both sins and bliss.

A waken in my own nightmare,

K ites with tails of a dragon,

E verlasting tournment for my core:

R ape me, please! I’ll beg for more!

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I Love You Till My Death And Back

 

I am

L ost and

O verwhelmed by my

V oltage of

E motions.

Y outh repeats itself in each

O ccasion in an

Unholy notion about

The things

I want to

L eave badly, but I

Love too much.

Maybe secretly I dream of peaceful

Y awns and

D rowse that urge the

E den back to my domain.

A pproachable and yet, too far,

T he pills I need to soothe my

H eart,

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A nd within the hell to find N othing but your piercing cryin’. Your D readful, egoistic mind will sentence me B ack from the flat line to Ache, to hurt, to bleed, to burn. Now,

C an you love me in return? You’re

Killing me...

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Last Night I Did Cry For You

 

L ast night I did cry for you. This

A ccelerates my

S oul through

T he visions quasi-true and quasi-false. In the Nightfall, in the cold, once again I have discovered my female

G ender and my nature of a lover,

Highly admired by all your

Tender, hypocritic words which

I gladly locked,

D isturbed, unspoken,

I n my thoughts: my

Do-s and don’t-s.

C arress me, please! I stayed too long,

R esolvent and grown up, in

Y our yernings and absurd.

F alse – the image of your hands

O n me when I am hurt again. Then en—

R aged I am anew with the true image of

Y ou.

O U T of my sweet, careless dream, you, my U ntrue, deadly sin!

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Neo Gothica

 

N onE motion,

O verdosed with

G rudge,

O verexposed.

T he darkness

H unts to judge.

I am the

C oyotee,

A nd he is my courage.

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Demon Hunter

 

D omination of

E den?

M anipulation

O f the

N aive.

H ell,

U nforgiven.

Nightfall

T errorizes

E ternity.

R ivers burn,

 

But I also need fun.

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Domino

 

In the loving memory of

Domino Harvey

D’ oro: locks, flames of wrath

O ver the advatage.

M other, now I guard

I nsomnia. The language of the

N ight embraced me

O n these steps of hell.

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Your Personal Hooligan

 

Y ou find

O bscure,

U nR egulated,

P eculiar,

E ven frustrating

R esemblances in our

S ouls.

O ut of control, with

N o invitation, I

A larm your

L ife. My degradation and my

H azardous ins and

O uts

O f

L ove, with them

I guard, I

G ain my private right to be

A dored by you just any

N ight.

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Short Circuit

 

S haring fantasies in public

H as me

O ften so exposed. By now I

R eally must have learnt it:

T he consequences come

C lose when

I contemplate too much your male’s

R ationale, and the

C irciut goes and hits again a meaningless debate on the U niversal truth that I reside in my own hell while the purgatory somewhere in T he touch of your hand dwells.

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Why Are You So Sad?

W hen I rock naivity, with it I

H um

Y our everyday. I

A void that sensibility enters the

R estriction of your space. Distances

E rrupt so quietly,

Y oungsters chargEd your sweet ego.

O ur unreleased adieu

U ttered softly with your “see you”-s.

S ometimes, maybe, you do

O rder and require what you’re deemed:

S tipulated, undercover, I responded all your screams, set again by those who fought you.

A rrested on all the grounds from a to zee, D istance mocked me, I could take this, but, alas, my final bitchy Jump has caught them unprepared!

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Sentenced Guilty

 

S hips and Gothica in a peep:

E aster eggs in an eastern call,

N either everlasting spree, nor an eve

T o unmask the debris of the ball produced by my own intifada.

E very cobbler must stick to their last. The invincible armadas N avigated till an out-cast-away’s disgrace C ame upon your smiling face. Tic-tac. To E scape my own insomnia! To D eal with my own mind, so evil!

G lobes turn around in senseless speed-ups, dressed in their foul U niforms, whereas Time lives with your rhythm.

I OBJECT! And my objection is to disapprove L ittle, insignificant and pointless, misinterpreted love!

T ime is up! Convicted! I shut up!

Y ou must execute the warrant!

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When Words Are Over, Part Two

 

W ithin my troubled mind I hear your roaR.

H eat reminds me that I marked the score beyond whaT,-

E ver may make sense. You shout out my own discontent. I N either can release your liability, nor question your freedom.

W ithin my feminine vulnerability, I

O bstruct the naturelle of Reason.

R esiliance just fails me like a real

D iscernment: bails-out scenario.

S avage like they’ve never been before, the barriers of dem Dativ A cquire just twice as much to merge R esolutions, promises and urge. They blow E mpathy into such a mess. I O ften just refuse to confess this fact, V isualising other stories. Oh, what the heck with E ach of my “I’m sorry”-s. My lullaby R ests there in what you do.

And, yes, I will be waiting here for you.

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Acid Mind

 

A nd on another night our

C annibal

I nsomnia

D elivered our pleasure.

M easure for measure -

I will sleep beside the cat who’ll purr, N othing to regret - I D evastated you right to the nerve.

Now, please, you also get some sleep with... Her.

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Black Is The Colour Of My Belief

 

B lack is the colour of my belief, of my L ove and passion. To make you A ching and deceived I

C an ‘cause I

K ick asses!

I’ ll reduce to his own ashes

S atan, himself, even. The

T rash will go with other trashes.

H e knows what’s unforgiven.

E mploying you to be my boss

C ares to perform due diligence?

O nly seconds of delay can cause you

L ose your privileges.

O ver—

U sed with all your lies, you

R oam this territory

O f my past and in my stories.

F or harmony you worry.

M ind me telling you one thing:

Y ou’ve taken the wrong track.

You will find nothing in here, but

 

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B lack, black, black and BLACK!

E ven there the maddened hound

L ikes his own name, it’s Blacky!

I’ ll polish my nails making no sound,

E rotically and sweating as I’m so very

F ucked up by waiting here for you!

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In My Artist’s Hands

There in my artist’s hands I subside

Where the hurricanes abide

Their helplessness.

Unleashed, my softer side

Flickers like tears on eyelashes.

There in my artist’s hands I explore

My femaleness. The butterflies

In my stomach rise my core

And then reduce me to my ashes.

In my artist’s hands I need

Way too much... And like a phoenix,

Denying its own pride and meaning,

I’m to resurrect again then,

There, in my artist’s hands.

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Out Of Context

 

O h, you who

U sually are so

T errible at making decisions,

O ut of the blue,

F or the first time,

You took one, and I hope

You stick to the ensuing

C onsequences.

O n another thought,

N ever dare compare me with

T hat

E motionally unstable

X erox-copy of me,

T hat wanna-be,

That now you call your baby.

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Sweet Nothings

 

S ymbiosis of signs

W orks to transmit

E motions in lines, to

E voke the myth of

T ranscription of speech.

N onsense = no sense

O n the breach of a

T erm,

H anging just like a spider,

I ntoxicated in firm

N egotiations with L - A - N -

G - U - A - G - E:

S weet waste of breath!

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Sushi For Two

 

S weet innocence – the fish

U surpted the salt of tears in my palm:

S weet nothing on the isle of flirt, it

H olds the scent of the nightfall where

I, undressed by you, in starlit,

F rom my resistance and my doubts,

from my dress of wild

O chrids,

R esound the praise of your sea-charm.

T he summer finds us drunk but hungry, and W hen the flower meets the snake, it will O ffer you my body to be you naked festive plate.

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The Devil’s Kiss

 

T hen why you say things that ain’t true in between this H issing silence? Your glance speaks volumes, piercing through my E ssence. Now I need your violence: D eny me, die me and then dine with me in a portrait E veryday. Then delude me, and delight me while V ipers serve me as your prey.

I ’ll be lying on your table naked, and tattooed, and sweet, L ying to your eyes, whose color I long, and yearn, and strife to feed.

S ensual and way too selfish, my hand will pass on you the K nife. Sliced and tasty, defragmented, my soul beseeches you its life.

I will kiss you, you will kiss me, and the venom of your cold S ilence and your proud indifference, will rise me to the heights of howls, screaming loud that I S urrender.

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Kiss (My Ass) Good-bye And Hit The Road

 

I’m not your property for sale.

Drama scenes within this love prevail.

You, the master of this masquerade,

Me, the clown who has her debts to pay.

Pack your bags, and let me put your costumes Of Prima Donna by myself with posture Of your former servant. Done the suitcase – Yeah, oh, baby, go! Just leave this place.

There’s nothing like I’ll beg you on my knees.

You’re an absurd only good when leaves.

Let me help you, please, by holding your fir-coat!

Now kiss (my ass) Good-bye and hit the road.

Your lips are rounded funnily in “O”.

Act two is to begin with “Should I go?”

Now my expected role’s a Juliette-to-be

Before you start your aria of calumny.

No more scandals, no more scenes,

No more cops because of your hysteric screams, Just the glad-to-be-rid-of script.

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Depths

 

What is it that waites for me?

There’s a weekend by the sea…

As solid as a rock the glance within my eyes, As troubled as the depth, I’m Lorelei.

The waters laugh – decieving –

A sihlouette is revealing…

It is yours. With cold memories of tomorrow I’m over you, I swallow you; you follow Your fears, and pain, and regrets.

On the sand you are berated, upset.

I plunge into you and hungrily suck your mind.

Then leaving you motionless, I draw aside.

Fish will eat your spirit.

In the waters whirling

You’ll be turned to depths.

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I Hope You Understand

I work that I can put the tiger there, upon his rightful place: H igh, A dored in his own mindlessness. I leave O rphaned summer days in the arms of unknown laddio-s, P laced around to serve M y role. The case of Genetiv, Adam & Eve, I J ustify them all; and now I also tune the radios: Y o U’ ll rock; I’ll roll with an adieu.

O stiary among your doll S, I will bleed with all your no-s.

U niverses will pursue the T empos of un-U nified Youths. Y ou see them all, in all their forms.

N egative, they’ll sc O rn at us. Their un-D ignified norms and far too many tr U ths like hobo-s, E ndlessly R eminding rebels, R ascal wolves with their B lack go-go-s who serve A s soldiers of the devil, S uffocate anew these youths. A

T hanatosis C racks the use of the hearts; A wrec K ed adieu?

N o, yo U won’t, you won’t dare to!

D amn the “ P lease”, I do love you! Within My own religion of “beyond”!

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Summer Son

 

S wimming in those blue depths of your eyes, I got drowned in my U nreason.

M idsummer lies will pour within the season my reminiscences of M y loves before, and my timeless, unaffected treason.

E xtinguishing my fire dare a few. Hushing me to silence with my R oar can only one. I feel with every pore, the devastating wave to reach the S hore where I will count both sunsets and seashells. It’s too late for I will be adored right there O n these sands by this

N ew spell… Then I will perish from your hand.

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Ultrasound

 

U ttering your name, or my

L ungs hurt from shouting it out loud,

T ense while waiting. Overwhelmed

R ationality with esoteric bound.

A m I to cross the ocean:

S adness, salt and sands that burn.

O ut of your favor, out of emotions,

U seless as a dolphin, lying flat at the sun; N o call was returned... An exposure, D ying, thrown at the beach.

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Yellow Colour Drowse

 

Y outh may have passed into an

E verlasting drift of summer.

L ovingness beneath the heavy

L oad of sighs stuck in the silo

O f the memories of aging

W eeping willows.

C ottages that may have seemed like home, O ld Spice – my grandfather’s eau de collogne. A L ittle time before my winter’s train to set O ff to the wombs of Earth again. Then U rsus Major will reincarnate into

R ain to justify its metamorphosis.

D eath will do me justice on a bed of

R oses, yellow with the colour

O f the pages in an old album.

W e, my love, are traveling. It’s

S eldom that our souls resist the

E ternal sleep in its full bliss.

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Summer Memento

Colours are tuning in major keys,

While the sunset expects its welcoming applause.

Golden rays make five lines through the clouds, And pianissimo starts with the steps of the breeze.

The first star is out of the darken velvet.

The moon-sickle’s turn would also appear.

A wave-whisper would sing with them both in a trio; A seagull’s cry, and it is born a quartet!

Naples’s lights blink the part of a leading soprano.

Mordents of crests on the alto of boats, Embroidering waters in mystical notes.

The powerful bass of the noble volcano...

The musical apogee - a breathless crescendo!

Drums - fireworks play their dance in the sky.

In minor is said a last evening’s Good-bye To a summer son left in Sorrento!

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Table of Content:

The Sail Of Color White ................................................................ 5

When Words Are Over ................................................................. 6

Tribute To Heine .......................................................................... 7

Te Deum ........................................................................................... 8

My Real Name .................................................................................. 8

Mamma ................................................................................................ 9

Definition Of Love ........................................................................... 9

In Solitude Your War Is Won ........................................................ 10

In Silence Gained The Upper Hand .......................................... 11

Intellectual Orgasm ........................................................................ 12

A Little Red War Has Never Looked Better .................................. 13

Heartbreaker ...................................................................................15

I Love You Till My Death And Back ............................................... 16

Last Night I Did Cry For You .......................................................... 18

Neo Gothica .................................................................................... 19

Demon Hunter ................................................................................. 20

Domino ............................................................................................. 21

Your Personal Hooligan ................................................................ 22

Short Circuit ..................................................................................... 23

Why Are You So Sad? ................................................................. 24

Sentenced Guilty ........................................................................... 25

When Words Are Over, Part Two ................................................. 26

Acid Mind ......................................................................................... 27

Black Is The Colour Of My Belief .................................................. 28

In My Artist’s Hands ..................................................................... 30

Out Of Context ................................................................................ 31

Sweet Nothings ............................................................................... 32

Sushi For Two .................................................................................. 33

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The Devil’s Kiss ............................................................................... 34

Kiss (My Ass) Good-bye And Hit The Road .................................. 35

Depths .............................................................................................. 36

I Hope You Understand ............................................................ 37

Summer Son .................................................................................... 38

Ultrasound ........................................................................................ 39

Yellow Colour Drowse ................................................................... 40

Summer Memento ......................................................................... 41

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Editor: Nadya Emanouilova Copyright on Front Cover Photo: Eliza Witte (c) 1977

Front Cover Design: Eliza Witte (c) 2019

Back Cover Design: Eliza Witte (c) 2019

Technical Support:

Stanislav Petkov

2019

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