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Sergi Dutronc Jan 2015
Name of the morning
Wrongfully you left us
With a poor grey mourning
Stopping your brusque journey

Now the wind sing: I won’t blow anymore
As much as there is nothing, nowhere
To swing or caress
As long as there is no worth in this glade

And I avail these words
To beg the wind to swept
The warmest yearned breeze
To dry all the mourned tears  

Tonight, between Aphrodite and Ares
A new Goddess takes ambrosia
While I still shake off the grave-soil
From my shoes and the shovel

YOU are the most beautiful and youthful Goddess Olympus has ever welcomed
Sergi Dutronc Jan 2015
I once knew a groovy child
And I thought he would save my life
But he stabbed me with words that vilify
Any feeling like a defeat-knife

I once loved a person that could not love
All the things I did to fix it were in vain
So I can only live in a constant pain
In the end life caress us with a heavy cane

Usually, I addressed to people with a polite bow
Until an ugly old man came dragging a plow
He stated: only if you vow you can bow  
I avowed: only a bough should vow

Rejections, I have had too many
But still not enough, I'm only twenty
You can kick me down to the grave
I'm ready to dance with the fray

I know soon I'll go down with my last yawn
I'm not sorry for the things I've done and pound
And no, you won't miss me when I'm gone
And I really feel sorry for the stunned nun  

I want to rest and do nothing
It's the only thing I do quite well
I want to rest and do nothing
It sounds like a farewell
Jan 2015 · 1.2k
Unhealthy Love
Sergi Dutronc Jan 2015
A locked door to my sanity
Lily-like I opened my heart
And even I shot my vanity
As a Lover and sentinel
Rushed by a sightless sentiment

Unhealthy desires
A locked door to your sanity
As the Lover and the sentinel
Rushed by a dreadful sentiment
Under the pressure of the hatred-tentacle

We could eclipse the sun with our presence
While we were waving our pleasance

There is a beauty in this
But you know the price
A dolorous cry in the name of libertine
A sonorous cry in the name of love
A savory cry in the name of life
Jan 2015 · 508
Unspoiled Love
Sergi Dutronc Jan 2015
We shared something more
Than a Christian name
You and your pretty white skin
You and youth and your twin

Last night an Angel
Came to play my game
And ruthlessly showed me
What our lives could have been

You and your pretty white skin
Meet me at the toilets!

What a life would have been
If that fustian sunny morning
I would have not listen the warning

I won't tell anyone
Meet me, meet me
And please me!

Last night, I dreamt about you
You were by my side at my bed
How I purely and eagerly wish
This would have been our grey debt

Lull me, Lull me to rest

Maybe outside this prison
We could have been more than -

The ashes of all the cigarettes I have smoked
Are burying me down straight to death
While I think of you and me
Eternally resting in bed

Oh how I remember the fustian morning
That we played truant again
And instinctively you begged
Come, come to the toilets

As your legs slightly shouted
I won't tell anybody
Meet me, meet me at the toilets
And don't be late!

But what could a clumsy,
Ugly and bashful young boy do
How the hell would I know it
Where the hell could I go

Meet me, meet me at the toilets
And please me!

Playing ***** games on my enshrined mind
I will never be a man
Playing tricks on my tidy mind
Sadly I will NEVER be thine

Find me, find me
And -

I do believe you always knew my secret
I do believe all men keep a secret,
Don't you?

I wish I could meet you
I wish I could take you

And please remember,
You were the first
You were the first
Youthfully yours
Sergi Dutronc Jan 2015
Try to embellish your poetry
Try to embellish your life
But how can someone beautify
The misery of life

The implication will bring desperation
And then separation

Hence, I drunk dragged upstairs
To the safety of your cell
I still don't know if it was fair
Nor if I can bear to repress this flair

Oh do you care?
Do you care?

Now we only feel pain
In vain was my intent
I just tried to surprise you
"Is that the best you can do?"

There is blood in your clothes
But not in your bland veins
There is blood in your hands
But not your banned heart

Not anymore, my *dear
Jan 2015 · 809
I Never
Sergi Dutronc Jan 2015
I never had a lover
Because I am too shy

I never had a lover
Because I never wanted one

I have never fired a gun
Because I never had the chance

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