Pride

Tearing through the jungle,
the plains and the seas.
The mightiest of creatures battle here.

Sneaking up so softly,
without sight or sound.
The highest of the creature prepare to pounce.

Wrestling down their pray,
holding down the fort.
The greatest strength to gain submission given.

Ecstasy of the kill,
the mutual release from stress.
Offering a quick death and not to linger.

Esme ~ 31st Dec 2011
(edited 2nd Jan 2012)

My moon beam

sunlight
star shines
they beam out from you.

moon glows
it shows
the love you want to too.

heart beats
i'll meet
my dreamer one day soon



~ esme - To the ones I love~  21st Dec

no regrets

no regrets
regrets are for what you didn't do
when you know you wanted to

run into the wind screaming
don't walk silently
Run through fields and be an airplane
then stop and stare intently at the view
I have no regrets
as they're for what I didn't do

Why live with regrets?
opportunity knocks rare enough
staring intently doesn't get you there
walk while singing
jump on the bed
buy a bouncier one if it breaks
I shall not have regrets
I know what I want to do

if the moment arises
and you knew long ago you'd like to try
Why the hell not?
best friends only exist through chances
as do life's best experiences
Jump into waterfalls
look at the beautiful girl
if she see's, maybe shes looking at you too
I outcast regrets
if I can, I SHALL DO!!!

25th nov 2011

that girl

we talked
only for a minute or to
and all i wanted to do
was stay and talk some more

made me smile when we met
told you where id be
in a week, hope you'll find me
or if not i find you sooner

27/11/11

Theatre masks

smooth, unblemished,unbroken
heated and cooled,no token
or hint to show the change
of painters thoughts rearranged.

yet the mask breaks
and cracks when paint is applied
the more is seen
the more you try to hide

add the purples, blues and greens
and all the more go in-between,
as the brushstroke grows  defined
more visible the cracks and lines.
up close you cannot hope
to hide from the microscope
 the defects that lie in the masks
but from distance? Safe AT LAST!
those who do not want or wish to see
or are blind to all bar their "me",
think the purple just the same
as its earlier,brighter shade.

but on again the mask is put
before to take another look,
actors posture alters here
a new persona pulls you near

but do not think it does not lack
fractures , breaks,blemish or cracks
to see the truth,now there's the task,
of the face behind, that theater mask.



Esme~ November 30th 201

Knowledge is Power

Do you know me?
I think not
for you believe my lies
or you dont yet believe
I tell them in wanting solitude
Yet I do not.

Do you hear me?
I think not
I speak of my hearts song
yet you ignore
its melancholy
melody

Do you see me?
Again I sadly say no.
I am smiling on this outer shell
But look closely and you will see cracks
Would you see through
the their source too?

Do you feel me?
Perhaps you do
I am of bone and sinew
But i fold and crumble under this weight
I bruise deeply inside.

(13/11/11 20:16)

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Esme

push me pull you

(poem one of my songs collection, yes i have a tune for this too)

push me
pull you

push me away
ill pull me to you
run out, today
ill chase as i do

pushme
pullyou

push me like you want to
ill pull you back right here
you want me gone, so
i want you near

Push me
Pull you

push from the hurt
ill pull you to my love
hide from the dark inside
but that just means you've seen the light

Push me
Pull you
Push for me
Pull for you


27th 11 2011 1:58 pm

Puzzle Pieces

I drown in my sorrow
I cannot swim
I cannot see
I do not hear

I choke on my emotions
I cannot speak
Not cry for help
I do not breathe

I crumble from my heart break
I cannot hold
I cannot control
I do not piece myself together

Falling apart at the seems
No one to turn to
No one to see me
Yet still you catch me my love

(14th nov 2011 -19:59)

Torrent

Swell builds
The dam breaks
The flood pours fourth
Blackens itself
Takes form the world
Seeps through all the cracks
Covering its source
As the bough breaks
And Sorrow flows forward


(13/11/11 20:05)

how can you measure beauty?

how can you measure beauty
measure with the likeness of the sun
or look towards the feature
one that has just begun

when I see your smile
I don't know what to do
with your ever lasting love
Roses are almost as beautiful as you

The clear streams running water
the bubble of babbling brook
a sound I cannot measure
or take in with just one look

the White and wild mountains
hold but a cusp of your beauty
and lasting is your laughter
and my love now that you're with me


(roses are almost as beautiful as you - Poem inspired by this line as said to me by a dear friend whom I love greatly.)

break down the doors

break down the doors
chase my sorrow away
no isn't an answer
so don't leave it this way

call until the phone explodes,
don't believe that no one is home,
I wont come out, so barge right in
come fix a soul that is hurting.

I chased u down
forgot my shoes
over pain or loss
I chose you

 so where are you now?

Jar of hearts/ Cupid

Creator of pain
Collector of love

The voices they scream
Questioning your name

The hunts joyful beginning
The woeful cry at its death

The clarion call to march
The falling as love passes by

 That poisoned arrow nosed
Target held and set

The painful lovers hit
The feelings you forcefully beget.

Esme - 13 nov 2:52 pm

Let my tears fall

Let my tears fall
Drip.Drop.
Run down my face
Take with them my pain
Let my tears fall

Let my tears fall
Splish. Splosh.
Rivers from my soul
Words in liquid form
Let my tears fall

Let my tears fall
Tip.Tap
Hearts song singing loud
For all to hear
Let my tears fall

Let my tears fall arround
Let them take away my pain
Let them call to you for help
So that I'm not drowned but saved!
Let my tears fall


(13th Nov 2011, 19:53 )

Swimming

Surface hope surrendered
But more lies deep within
I shall not hope to wait
Lest I hear your name

13/11/11

Silence within, Silence without

Seeking time alone,
The thoughts of one to gather.
No better place to be,
Than surrounded by unknown other.

My thoughts my own,
As are my dreams.
My hopes and love to make the seams.

Uncertain path,
Unruely fate.
Unknown to me,
I'll Gladly wait.

My Hearts Song

I dont know who you are,
But I know that I love you.
I dont know where you are,
But I will when I find you.

I dont know what you love,
But yet I'll love you still.
I know that I'm heart sick,
And wont leve you when you're ill.


When I meet and re-meet again,
My love grow ever strong.
When we stay until the end,
It's inspite of what whent wrong.

As we love each other soon,
We will love until the end.
As we sing of how we swoon,
I know I've found my best friend.

if i could

if i could cry a thousand tears
a thousand rivers
 to adhear
a thousand sand spec's
for a thousand seas
 a millions stars
'twene you and me.
if i could yell a thousand sounds
a thousand voices you could hear.


if i
 if i could
o if only i could cry
 a voice to reach across the sky
 a voice so you knew u wern't alone
 a voice so loud to call you home


if i could you'd find yourself with me
 a thousand lives
 a thousand thoughts,
 voices and deaths,
 you'd know the tears
 that i have wept.

if
if i
 if i could hear your voice right now
 i know the way to show you how
 the way to show and make you feel
 the way to tell you what is real

but if i could let you know the truth
 and scream from the utmost roof
if only i could let you see
 the deaths you bring alive in me


the words the song to treat me right,
to bring along this lonely fight


if only i knew how to express
 the words that show, but who knows best?
 my friend she stands in this room
she see me wright and speak of doom
 but if i could live life and love and learn
 and get all and more but in return
then my life id feel
and have for all time
so i could speak, love without out ryhme
or reason

if i could
but i can't
so i shan't
and i shall stand alone until my tears fall.
 because right now
 they wont come at all.
 so i wait
 for the "if i could's"
 'cos i would.

but i cant. so i shan't.

so i shan't.






Esme - aug 20th 2011

A Lover's thoughts

sitting here and wondering
where your are,what you're doing?

they come like buses
but i'm glad you were first
its not second the best,
nor first the worst

when you return
ill sit and stare
whilst you're gone
im jelous of there

Oh beautious truth
oh happiest me
the joy that comes
in becoming

"We"

live, love, learn

i love the life that i was set
to meet the tasks that i have met

to run in fields 'n' scream and shout
to love my life n run about.


its all good.


I'm sure the smile lies on my face
but just what lies behind?


so i hide?...


i start the chase to sees who minds,
 and do not morn, those left behind

they did not run.


esme
 - aug 20th

molding clay

Authors note :I wasn't sure whether i should leave in the final paragraph. so try reading it without, and then with, and see which you think is better- drop me a comment bellow. enjoy!

molding clay

it is thrown down.
light brown,an un-touched mass.
then pinched,
then prodded,
then cut,
then molded.
formed a shape
through whispers it grew,
eyes to see,
hands to do.
through images, and space to breathe
it moved alone,for others to see
and then again
creator came
and poked and prodded anew.
it ripped and tore
not trying to hurt,yet stil breaking into.
the winds they blew,
the seas they roared,
      the mass held its own.


but through the mold,and shaping done,
all it wanted was its thoughts left alone.

A shape to choose,a path to weave.
footprints in the sand to leave.
a life to live,
some love to give,
become puppet without string.
as always,
as planned.


the mass yelled to creator,
yelled in confused agony.
to know just what to do.
"don't try to control me
 don't tell me what to do.
'cos the more you keep on trying,
the more i'm hating you."

alone the mass struck out
defying those openly seeking to control,
but could never quite remember
What inspired it for this role.

the subtle softer winds,
shaped stronger than the gales.
but those harsh forces of nature,
made a resolve to never fail.

the morning breeze that passes
each changing shaping day
created me a person
that once was molding clay

Esme
Aug 28th 2011


References
this poem draws inspiration from  the poem "foot prints in the sand" by Mary Stevenson, 1936,Margaret Fishback Powers, 1964 and Carolyn Carty, 1963
and panic at the discos song " memories" line

eddited for spelling and structure june 30th 2013

aphrodities temple

the world is falling and crumbling arround me
 my once pillar i drew too close then threw away
nolonger holds the roof and holds my heart safe
i am raw, and thus i crumple to die beneath the ruins

Curves

watching the curves that follow true
I sit and stare and look right through
one image stands, another seen
one thought is placed, one made on screen

I paint a landscape but not as it's shown
I draw not what I see, yet sketch what I know
each millimeter is committed to mind
new turns and edges yet for me to find

exploring new lands,new roads I must speak
racing forward for what i charge to seek
the boarder of spaces, the space between thought
the land upon legends, this love I have caught



Esme
Tue 23rd August 2011

and afterthought /
posible extra line:

with the old one left behind

Best Friends forever?

did you give up on me?
should i give up on you?
what thing tore us asunder?
what creature rent us in-two?

the friends that we once shared
pasts times,arguments repaired
did you stop calling me?
did i stop calling you?

new relationships that formed
moved each form each minds eye
who was it that stopped?
who that no-longer tried?

in  minds memory shall be
the you ,the us,the we
untill again to look for me
or i yearn for the "we"



29/07/11 (para 1)
18th Aug 2011 (para 2-4)
Esme

Times passing moments/Sands of time

I'm not affraid of tomorrow,
'cos tomorrow never comes,
I'm not afraid of yesterday,
Yesterday's been and gone,
Today doesnt scare me either,
'cos its slowly drifting away
And whilst this moment scares me,
It's here I want to stay

Esme -  Tue 16th August 2011

Dream World

It's back to life, back to reality,
and if I'm honest i enjoyed my taste of fantasy

Esme 27th may 2011

the world over,its you

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

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)

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

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

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

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)

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

… 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

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)

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.

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 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

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 

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 )

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.

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