Sulla Punta Della Lama

Maria,
Perdonami,
Il sangue di cui il tuo corpo era tanto geloso,
é adesso un regalo al pavimento.
Le mie azione non saranno chiare,
come il ghiaccio ghiacciato.
Ma io spero,
che la lezione puo essere insegnata
all'uomo che tiene ancora la sua tazza di thé piena.
I verró
in futuro in questa sala,
con la stessa spada che aprí 
la tua anima.
Ma in quel futuro  tempo,
tu mi starai sorridendo dal Paradiso,
mentre io visito l'Inferno.

Alex

On the Edge of The Blade

Maria,
Forgive me,
The blood your body seems to be fond of,
is now a gift to the floor.
My actions won't be clear,
like frozen ice.
But I hope,
that the lesson can also be taught
to the man holding his full cup of tea.
I shall be
back in these halls
with the same sword that opened
your soul.
But in those times,
you will be smiling from Heaven
while I visit Hell.

Alex

Lying Into The Truth

Once my mum asked if I ate the cookies,
But the words my mouth pronounced,
tasted sweeter than ever. 
What was that it?
A bite from the forbidden fruit?
I must say those again,
and as questions were thrown to my soul,
sweeter tasted my words said.
As years stood on my shoulders,
a deeper hole
I dug into Hell.


Edward Jemes
     

The Question

The rose I picked,
The poem I composed,

But will she say yes?

Will another Knight taker her soul?

Skipping I go,

Towards the school,

Smiles chasing me and joy filling my veins,

But will she even be here?

Will her perfume even fill the rooms?

There I see her,

Beauty at its finest,

Surrounded by her companions,

But her standing out like diamonds,

But will I have the courage to walk to her?

Will my feet even point to her divine direction?

No time to lose, 

The question I shall give,

Her answer will definitely be 

What I have dreamed about.

Would you like to go to the prom as my Damsel?

No.

I win.

Edward Jemes

The Rabbit

The Rabbit fell in the hole
with its body as a whole.
There shall be no end to its destiny,
While this expert looks at me with scrutiny.
Maybe I have lost what cannot be lost,
Certainly my beloved lady didn't post.
Worries fill my mind,
And I hope the answers I shall find.
Why isn't my love taken as given?
This makes my face sadden.
The tears forms and the lips curves, 
But I shall hold my nerves.
Poor Rabbit!


Edward Jemes

?Why!

?Why is there a question Why?

!The Answer does not shine my eye!

?Maybe the book got it wrong?

!My knowledge shall fall along!

?Do I need such torment?

!Please, somebody hear my lament!

?Will I hear the siren with its tempting voice?

!I hope I have another choice!

Edward Jemes

Rain Falling on My Feet

Sweet water,
                           dropping from
Heaven.
                   Salty in its nature,
Purifying in actions.
                                           While my head thinks about the goddess that
I cannot ever conquer
                                                steps echo and sends harmonic despair in puv.
Cloudy seems my futurE
                                                   and dark seems my Past.
At least,
                 The confort of rain can bless my
preSent


Edward Jemes
                       

The Art Of Making Love

Seriously, in Britain, people are very different from Italians (well...d'oh!) and many girls are almost the same (for the exception of one), in a society where there is a gentle struggle for popularity, coolness and center of attention I wonder to what happened to the long lost race of Gentlemen that Britain once used to have. As an Italian, I was fascinated by the characteristics of a Lone Wolf. The individual who doesn't adhere to groups, likes to disappear at unexpected times as he is always busy trying to find his own identity and doesn't know what might happen next. He is not panicking about the future nor does he regret the past, He keeps walking, eating, sleeping, absorbing knowledge, flirting without success with all the females and breathing souls. This is The Italian Lone Wolf; The children of the mighty race that once conquered most of the known world.

One thing I found myself difficult to be able to peek on a woman's soul. It is very easy to have sex, but once my uncle Roberto said "It is easy to grow a flower but it is almost impossible to comprehend the beauty of it: the petals, the stem, the pollen..beauty at the most complex". It is very easy to have sex, but what is to make love? So I decided to write a poem for this subject that I am a virgin of:

While Love Makes Me

Making Love isn't about trains entering tunnels.
It is a sweet sin to be shared with another heart. 
It's about the tingling feeling as eroticism slides downs our necks,
While the lips savour each other's taste with haste.
The hands explore new lands,
filled with gold and milk.
While the eyes spy within
The ears listen to the forbidden 
Secrets of the Soul.
The air fills with passion,
While the spear is thrust,
The words are sung.
While moans are whispered,
The meaning of
Life is
Exposed.
Edward Jemes

What This Blog is about...

No, not a blonde joke. Actually here is one. How does a blonde turn the lights on after sex? By opening the door. Not funny.
I created this blog, with my fingers tips, that are controlled by my brain, which is itself functions thanks to the laws of electromagnetism, to ponder about the great questions that have infected mankind. Like: Is there a God? Is there Justice? Is there Free Will? Is there food in my fridge? I hope there is.
Philosophy is an ancient art, probably not even art, hard to define by itself.
It was a practice of the ones that have a lot of time, and don't regard about life, as the common man said, not understanding the work the great philosophers that have done to barricade the doors against ignorance. But for me is not not a practice.

It is rather the "medicine" for the soul (does it exist? I hope mine goes to Purgatory). It could be ignored, like in the way you can turn down medicine prescribed by your local doctors (who nowdays don't seem to care about the patient's identity but rather  see them just as a bag of symptoms to be cured), philosophy has an amazing power over one's life. It can take it down or even give it a new significance.
Once a wise man said " philosophy is not something to master, but rather something to free from."
I have no idea of what the means. but the food in the fridge is waiting for me.
E.Jemes