if aproval's all we're looking for,
why do i want nothing more,
than to slink along the shore,
(just this once, just this once more)
incontrast life is such a bore
and love is just what i adore
disapproval i'll ignore
just to slink along the shore
the glory hides what we abhor
we live and laugh to our galore
and party every passing hour
I'd rather slink along the shore
Oh so why do i want noting more?
yet why do i want nothing more?!
than to slink along the shore!
please let us slink along the shore
26th may 2011, 11:53 -completed Aug 16th 2011
Thursday 26 May 2011
Sunday 22 May 2011
nightime falls
the darkest hour
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
the darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
as night time falls the fools do best
to sleep, be safe, in homes own nest
close self to fear, where danger lurks
shut out those which may cause hurt
nightime moves swiflty, the cloth covers all
as the dangerous time,doesn't leap, but falls
the life inhabits, changes from one to other
the freedom it permits, under this darkest of covers
the darkest hour
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
that darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
night comes freely,engulfs all forms
the holes in the fabric riped and torn
the light shines through, it rights the night
embrasing the wrong, shows the true right
the night grants freedom, for those unwilling to miss
the fresh given cover for that disgraced daytime kss
the snake skins fall off,the feathers come out
while in day time they cower, at night the SHOUT
the darkest hour
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
the darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
May 22 2011
( Im not sure if this is finished yet -but for now im leaving it as this)
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
the darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
as night time falls the fools do best
to sleep, be safe, in homes own nest
close self to fear, where danger lurks
shut out those which may cause hurt
nightime moves swiflty, the cloth covers all
as the dangerous time,doesn't leap, but falls
the life inhabits, changes from one to other
the freedom it permits, under this darkest of covers
the darkest hour
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
that darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
night comes freely,engulfs all forms
the holes in the fabric riped and torn
the light shines through, it rights the night
embrasing the wrong, shows the true right
the night grants freedom, for those unwilling to miss
the fresh given cover for that disgraced daytime kss
the snake skins fall off,the feathers come out
while in day time they cower, at night the SHOUT
the darkest hour
the witching hour
when the scourge of the earth do meet?
the darkest hour
that dangerous hour
unknown deep beneath our feet
May 22 2011
( Im not sure if this is finished yet -but for now im leaving it as this)
On a Clear day?
On a clear day you can see for miles
the fresh air washes away denial
all the fog is lifted from your brain
you breathe in life from the passing rain
on a Clear day you can think for hours
you can sit and muse amongst the flowers
you can focus on many single thoughts
and see the purpose of all hours wrought
on a clear Day you can hear all sounds
you can hear the breath of all of those around
you can hear the whispering of the trees
and just in one "tick" bring ideas to their knees
on a clear day all clarity of sight and mind Combine,
realization as you leave the world behind
the rolling hills their views unfold
whispering winds theirs storys to be told
but on a clear day you can See for miles
not everything you hear and see is smiles
the worlds light and its darkness now you do face
the full depths of all the human race
on a clear day there Is clarity
in all the things we wish we did not see,
whilst to search for truth is how we all are bound,
could we be happy once all truth is found?
may 22nd 2011
the fresh air washes away denial
all the fog is lifted from your brain
you breathe in life from the passing rain
on a Clear day you can think for hours
you can sit and muse amongst the flowers
you can focus on many single thoughts
and see the purpose of all hours wrought
on a clear Day you can hear all sounds
you can hear the breath of all of those around
you can hear the whispering of the trees
and just in one "tick" bring ideas to their knees
on a clear day all clarity of sight and mind Combine,
realization as you leave the world behind
the rolling hills their views unfold
whispering winds theirs storys to be told
but on a clear day you can See for miles
not everything you hear and see is smiles
the worlds light and its darkness now you do face
the full depths of all the human race
on a clear day there Is clarity
in all the things we wish we did not see,
whilst to search for truth is how we all are bound,
could we be happy once all truth is found?
may 22nd 2011
Friday 6 May 2011
wait for me, don’t wait for me
(inspired out of funerals. and own impending death's.)
Rain. Please wait for me
Like you waited for my granddad
Sun, don’t wait for me
Or rather be there, stop me wishing you had.
Joy, don’t wait for me
Don’t wait for them to end their mourning
Race towards them!
Sorrow, don’t wait for me
Wait for them, come only when they are ready
But don’t wait for me
Flowers, WAIT for me
Just a moment until I reach your bloom
Worms.. don’t wait for me
I shall find you much too soon
Laugh
Laughter wait with them
Let foolishness and frivovilty rain on the saddest days
Love! Wait with them! Remain ever in them.
Life. Wait with me. Just a moment more
Death – I have waited for thee
And am ready
You need not wait
For me
Computer Suit
No awquard conversations
No standing in the rain
Just you and a few others
On a computer game
Everyone is equal
Everyone the same
Just talking of who won when
Wanting a rematch or just to play
Hiding behind a screen
All on the edge of your seat
It just feels so safe
In the computer suit
22/5/07
No standing in the rain
Just you and a few others
On a computer game
Everyone is equal
Everyone the same
Just talking of who won when
Wanting a rematch or just to play
Hiding behind a screen
All on the edge of your seat
It just feels so safe
In the computer suit
22/5/07
The Platform
Impossible to forget
Stopping at a forbidden station
On the express
The heat was high
And had begun as with summer, Hot
The steam from the train
Was thick like the heat waves
Silence
The platforms emptiness
No-one, nowhere
Just a single sign
With the platforms name
Trees
Some animals and hay
But one bird sang
With the memory of many more
Hidden, off in the distance
Stopping at a forbidden station
On the express
The heat was high
And had begun as with summer, Hot
The steam from the train
Was thick like the heat waves
Silence
The platforms emptiness
No-one, nowhere
Just a single sign
With the platforms name
Trees
Some animals and hay
But one bird sang
With the memory of many more
Hidden, off in the distance
The Dregs lie Forgotten
We drink our drinks
We finnish our tea
We sit and talk
But the dregs lie forgotten
We work our way up
We make our money
We help our friends
But the dregs lie forgotten
We drain our cooking
We eat our food
We feel content
But the dregs lie forgotten
(feb 28 2011)
We finnish our tea
We sit and talk
But the dregs lie forgotten
We work our way up
We make our money
We help our friends
But the dregs lie forgotten
We drain our cooking
We eat our food
We feel content
But the dregs lie forgotten
(feb 28 2011)
Let Me Remember Your Face
When I meet, love and lose you
Let me remember your face.
Let me not remember your name,or the names given to you
Or the labels you fought against
Just let me remember your face
When mine close
Let me remember your eyes
Let me remember their beauty that shall always survive
The lies that they could never tell
Never hide
Please let me remember your eyes
When you’re not by me
Let me remember your smile
Let me remember the light it casts across the room
The joy it ignites inside of me
Let me remember your smile
When it beats and stops beating
Let me remember your heart
Let let me remember its strengh to forgive and trust
The hope its always passed along
Me and my friends will think of your heart
When I can no longer hear your voice
Let me remember your words
Let me remember your soft kind words,that filled the night
The belief they always instaled
Remember, and capture in my head your words
When the truth and lies come out
Let me remember your secrets
Let me remember your ability to confide,with confidence in me
The beauty of love and longing you showed
Your trust is shown in the secrets I wont forget
When the world is dark and bleak without you
Let me remember your love
Let me remember your entirety of being,the whole beautiful essance
The lovely ghost I wish to haunt me
Face,that face, is the face I love
Just Please Let Me Remember Your Face
Let me remember your face.
Let me not remember your name,or the names given to you
Or the labels you fought against
Just let me remember your face
When mine close
Let me remember your eyes
Let me remember their beauty that shall always survive
The lies that they could never tell
Never hide
Please let me remember your eyes
When you’re not by me
Let me remember your smile
Let me remember the light it casts across the room
The joy it ignites inside of me
Let me remember your smile
When it beats and stops beating
Let me remember your heart
Let let me remember its strengh to forgive and trust
The hope its always passed along
Me and my friends will think of your heart
When I can no longer hear your voice
Let me remember your words
Let me remember your soft kind words,that filled the night
The belief they always instaled
Remember, and capture in my head your words
When the truth and lies come out
Let me remember your secrets
Let me remember your ability to confide,with confidence in me
The beauty of love and longing you showed
Your trust is shown in the secrets I wont forget
When the world is dark and bleak without you
Let me remember your love
Let me remember your entirety of being,the whole beautiful essance
The lovely ghost I wish to haunt me
Face,that face, is the face I love
Just Please Let Me Remember Your Face
… and the animals run wild
The rhinos ran through my living room
The chimps threw a party in my bed room
The spiders walked across my work
The dog ate it when he went bezerk
The ducks swam in my bathroom sink
The frogs, well they just left their stink
The cat, my stairs became her throne
And this messy house
Is called
My home
The chimps threw a party in my bed room
The spiders walked across my work
The dog ate it when he went bezerk
The ducks swam in my bathroom sink
The frogs, well they just left their stink
The cat, my stairs became her throne
And this messy house
Is called
My home
Bug infestation…
Its you who makes me use this fountain pen
Make these chicken scratches again and again
You who wont let me adapt
Pens are pens and that’s a fact
That spider that crawled across my desk
Fell in the ink, and made this mess
Is called my brain talking with my hand
Using commands it cant understand
So PLEASE just get off my case
It’s just my handwriting
Its not the fate
Of the human race
Poem – a poem entitled poem
Do you want semantic field
Some storm clouds or some daffodils?
Or how about some metaphors
A man is a lion with his large paws?
Perhaps a few similies
Birds flapping like bees is sure to please
And well kept pace, or well kept time?
Myself I’d rather collect my thoughts
And write them down how I was taught
And paint the stars in my minds eye
Illiteration may help find pace
In this, my, poetic race
But do not analyse this, my smile
If you’re searching me
In you
Lies denial
Do you? A poem about hiding the truth.
Do you see the tears behind my smiles?
Can you hear the truth in my denial?
The choking of my voice as it sings?
The spikes and corners of all of my drawn rings?
Do you see the levels in my painting?
Do you see the alertness of my sleeping?
Do you see the sadness of my joy?
Do you see the shyness of my coy?
Do you see the fear through confidence?
The significance of in-consequence?
Can you hear the truth behind my lies?
Notice that I’m hidden or I hide?
Do you see reality in my acting?
Do you see the attention I prevent me attracting?
Do you see the knowledge in my ignorance?
Do you find sensibility in my feigned foolishness?
And do you see... me?
(February 16th 2011)(edited 16th august 2011)
Can you hear the truth in my denial?
The choking of my voice as it sings?
The spikes and corners of all of my drawn rings?
Do you see the levels in my painting?
Do you see the alertness of my sleeping?
Do you see the sadness of my joy?
Do you see the shyness of my coy?
Do you see the fear through confidence?
The significance of in-consequence?
Can you hear the truth behind my lies?
Notice that I’m hidden or I hide?
Do you see reality in my acting?
Do you see the attention I prevent me attracting?
Do you see the knowledge in my ignorance?
Do you find sensibility in my feigned foolishness?
And do you see... me?
(February 16th 2011)(edited 16th august 2011)
Upright
Meet me sitting,
upright – life bright
Do not slink away
This was always to come
So embrace me as I do you
Friend
(Inspired by “the book thief”)
From the perspective of death.
upright – life bright
Do not slink away
This was always to come
So embrace me as I do you
Friend
(Inspired by “the book thief”)
From the perspective of death.
Grim reaper/ Death bed
(Inspired by the idea of the grim reaper as death and Jon Donnes poems holy sonnet X)
I should like to be greeted by him
For he lives in legends
But could one so opposite to life be called living?
I should like to be greeted by him
That tall dark man
Better to be with him than alone when he is due
I should like to be greeted
Though the event causing our meet is feared
Thou art neither friend or foe
I should like
For if I’m not then the event be worse
A comfort in fate
I should like to be greated by him
Would your rather see him?
Or be
Alone
I should like to be greeted by him
For he lives in legends
But could one so opposite to life be called living?
I should like to be greeted by him
That tall dark man
Better to be with him than alone when he is due
I should like to be greeted
Though the event causing our meet is feared
Thou art neither friend or foe
I should like
For if I’m not then the event be worse
A comfort in fate
I should like to be greated by him
Would your rather see him?
Or be
Alone
I Remember You
( In memory of my granddad)
As the morning buds open
And shake the fresh new dew
And the new Birds tweet
I remember you
Each time that I succeed
When I’m caught from a fall
Each time I celebrate
I know you’ve seen it all
When I breathe the Air I love
Take in sights you didn’t know
And explore the world around
Its because I love you so.
Scientific wonders
l'amour,âme,l'esprit,corps
Becoming one
Merging two substances
Solid
Melding once more
Then separating
This simple science is simple no more
Blending
No longer superficial
The colour winds through
True
And unstopped
This simple science is simple no more
Binding
The creation of bonds
Chemistry
Acid and alkali
Salt plus water
And yet newly joined
Is it a science I can afford to risk
Fast
Swans move together
Following the true wind
But they stop.
A heart revealed between heads
This is the science I yearn for
Becoming one
Merging two substances
Solid
Melding once more
Then separating
This simple science is simple no more
Blending
No longer superficial
The colour winds through
True
And unstopped
This simple science is simple no more
Binding
The creation of bonds
Chemistry
Acid and alkali
Salt plus water
And yet newly joined
Is it a science I can afford to risk
Fast
Swans move together
Following the true wind
But they stop.
A heart revealed between heads
This is the science I yearn for
The Statue?
Motionless
He doesn’t move
Just stands watching and waiting
Looking out seeing and hearing
And knowing
All
A flicker
Movements below
A plot
He hears it and crys
For it against one who loves him
Yet he stands
Frozen
Begging the wind that he may help and fall
Begging the sun he might melt
Or the rains he may be washed away
And control direction
Yet he stays
Frozen
In time and place
Ey, in heart to
The wind lifts
Slowly
Painfully
But cannot maintain
Even when helped by sun or rain
And such a sight is rare to see
A Human statue frozen in misery
Authors note : this poem draws from a peculiar dream i had where i was a statue which managed to roll its self away to help people. i think its fair to say it also draws so influence from one of my fave storys as a child i believe was called"the happy prince" about a statue that gave away all its gold and jewls that made himso beautiful to help the poor he observed both near and far, asking even the birds to be his mesengers
He doesn’t move
Just stands watching and waiting
Looking out seeing and hearing
And knowing
All
A flicker
Movements below
A plot
He hears it and crys
For it against one who loves him
Yet he stands
Frozen
Begging the wind that he may help and fall
Begging the sun he might melt
Or the rains he may be washed away
And control direction
Yet he stays
Frozen
In time and place
Ey, in heart to
The wind lifts
Slowly
Painfully
But cannot maintain
Even when helped by sun or rain
And such a sight is rare to see
A Human statue frozen in misery
Authors note : this poem draws from a peculiar dream i had where i was a statue which managed to roll its self away to help people. i think its fair to say it also draws so influence from one of my fave storys as a child i believe was called"the happy prince" about a statue that gave away all its gold and jewls that made himso beautiful to help the poor he observed both near and far, asking even the birds to be his mesengers
Two Rings
The rings symbolise a joining
Two souls intertwining
To minds merging, becoming one
Identity not lost
Just closer to the one you love
The two together
Though there are subtle differences
In appearance, hobby, and interest
Which maintain balance
They will become one
Closer to the one they love
I give my blessing
To the two together
Wish both health and happiness
To each
Though corny, it’s true
Look after my gift to you
Together the ones in love
What to be/ a silent prayer
I was begotten, not created.
Had neither farther or mother
Nor a guiding hand.
Was neither shaped or cut,
Willed or wanted.
Just begotten not created.
If I had but created been,
Then a caring face I may have seen.
Or perhaps a masters command have known
But unlike a seed I was not sown.
A kind of joy I may have had,
To not be Begotten but created.
Spring to life, from the dust
To gain knowledge of my being.
T’was my great lust.
But now I ask you please,
If I am just begotton,
What should I be?
(Editted Feb 2nd 2012 )
(Editted Feb 2nd 2012 )
An Answer
My Child
Feel no pressure from others or me
You have freedom to choose what to be
Whilst the options are fast ,so feard
Just dip your toe and choose to be
That ever lasting question ”wht to be?”
Should instead be “who?”
For if you choose ,the choice is clear
Be no one, but you
So to thee I say
Cast these aspersions away
Be whatever you choose to be
But please be you
If for no-one else
But me.
intro to my poems
hey, so, here you are on my blog
one of two blogs i have.
this is here for the sake of sharing my poems, i just want to get them out there and see what you think of them.
my life's actions,books i read and many other things influence eachpoem.
if you want me to explain a poem i will, but for now i want to leave them to your imagination
hope you enjoy them as much as i enjoyed writing them
if i could id want to publish oneday - so watch out for the pseudonym of Esmerelda Darkeagle
thanks :)
one of two blogs i have.
this is here for the sake of sharing my poems, i just want to get them out there and see what you think of them.
my life's actions,books i read and many other things influence eachpoem.
if you want me to explain a poem i will, but for now i want to leave them to your imagination
hope you enjoy them as much as i enjoyed writing them
if i could id want to publish oneday - so watch out for the pseudonym of Esmerelda Darkeagle
thanks :)
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