acesmile Offline

45 Single Male from Vancouver       36
   
Hi, Smart English guy. Lived in Canada for 4 years

queenexkenyss
queenexkenyss:
dear so please to get your message today when i come to the coffee shop, and i really want to know you as i have always desire some one matured and straight and honest out from greece ever since i came to live with my mum here, and please feel free to call my cell anytime as i dont come here so much to the coffee shop computer and i dont have any in my home or phone. my cell is +306972149191 soon
3 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile changed his profile picture: 8 years ago Report
4
cyanoticsafe 5 years ago Report
0
acesmile
acesmile:


Lana Del Rey - Video Games Live
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile: I've been working out a lot recently, virtually every day.. Weights, cardio, Karate, Jiu Jitsu, even went to my first hot yoga today. wow doesn't it make you sweat? bodyweight is now under 170 lbs & fat % around 19%. Although I still have a couple of niggling injuries, I am probably as fit as I've ever been..
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile to stav1985: Hi Stav, nice profile. Its been a while since I've been in Greece. Your pictures really bring back some great memories. What a beautiful place...
7 years ago Report Link
0
(Post deleted by stav1985 7 years ago)
acesmile
acesmile: What is the difference between a Bison & a Buffalo? You can't wash your hands in a Buffalo!
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile: Alfred Noyes (1880-1958)
The Highwayman

PART ONE

I

THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

II

He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

III

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

IV

And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—

V

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

VI

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.



PART TWO

I

He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
Marching—marching—
King George's men came matching, up to the old inn-door.

II

They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

III

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

IV

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

V

The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain .

VI

Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!

VII

Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.

VIII

He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

IX

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

* * * * * *

X

And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

XI

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile:


Emmanual - Chris Botti with Lucia Micarelli
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile:


The Who - Baba O'Riley..... OMG
7 years ago Report Link
1
donna39
donna39: Love that song
7 years ago Report
0
acesmile
acesmile:


Alphaville - Forever Young
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile:


Serena Ryder - Stompa
7 years ago Report Link
1
acesmile
acesmile:


A great thought provoking ad for the Guardian Newspapaer UK Cannes-Lions Award winner
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile:


Carlton Draught Beer ad
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile:


Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile:


Rolling Stones - Gimme Shelter live .... classic
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile:


The Heavy - How do you like me now
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile:


Ed Sheeran - Drunk
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile: I realised I was dyslexic when I went to a toga party dressed as a GOAT.
7 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile: What do you call a monkey in a minefield?

A baboom
7 years ago Report Link
1
chooseylvr 7 years ago Report
0
chooseylvr
chooseylvr: I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and i surround every place. What am I?

The letter e. End, timE, spacE, Every placE.
7 years ago Report
1
acesmile
acesmile:


Aerosmith - Dream on
7 years ago Report Link
1
acesmile
acesmile to jojocalgary: Great profile...what the hell??
8 years ago Report Link
0
jojocalgary
jojocalgary: yeah what the hell¿?
8 years ago Report
0
acesmile
acesmile:


Last of the Mohicans - Promentary.... No matter what happens or how long it takes, I will find you?
8 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile:


Florence & the machine - You got the love
8 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile:


Circles - Digitalism
8 years ago Report Link
0
acesmile
acesmile: In Red Deer, Alberta....there's snow......oh no......... way to early
8 years ago Report Link
0
yanes
yanes: Oh really, I am really afraiding I hope all snow will fall until I come
8 years ago Report
1
More