esmondng on January 29th, 2012
(07 Feb 2006 – 29 Jan 2010)
Birth from pain, peace.
Stricken with hurt, relief.
Springs of disarray, order now.
Away torments, new hopes bring.
Love from us, to her unreservedly, remembering.
esmondng on January 1st, 2012
So I’ve been told, a forest of Rainbows.
One of which to canter through, outstretched,
My arms would I its colored branches catch?
And perhaps its palette tinct would all my lows.
Or would I choose instead to amble,
Perceive each seven as if deliberate in order?
Feel every warmth of every hue with my eyes shut gently,
My head slowly, circularly rolls, onto my back, resting.
I may not know where I at within,
This forest but would I care at all this place in, better.
For I can smile at here the indelible memories,
Perchance its cast of blushes would in future bring me more.
esmondng on December 15th, 2011
It’s been an awful long time since last engaged we,
But that doesn’t mean our friendship to any less.
Still remember I thee as that lovely girl I first eyed,
Oh what joy, youthful infatuations from my past.
Thank you for creating that pivotal point in my Life,
And a juncture that I visit every now every then.
Say so today as I would have back then,
Ay, thy cherry lips and skin fair as palely ice.
Nae man can tether time or tide,
All’s gone are but memories which I treasure hold tight.
Irrevocably, my days more colored for met I you,
So fate and fortune decreed I met thee in my time.
esmondng on December 1st, 2011
(07 Feb 2006 – 29 Jan 2010)
The memories you left, created treasures more King,
The pain we embrace, we rejoice for meaning we did.
Our tears, they bridge a stairway for us to reach,
Your wings around us surely, when hear we rustle of winds.
esmondng on November 8th, 2011
I am antithetic not from Autumn leaves,
When my season arrives, too I wilt, fall and fade.
But I have felt the magic of Spring and warmth of Summer,
And through Winter I will remember Thee.
esmondng on October 23rd, 2011
It breaks yet it mends.
It distresses while it soothes.
It evokes pain but dishes comfort.
It I love to hate and hate to love.
esmondng on October 22nd, 2011
I am but flesh and meek,
Make my weakness perfect in Thee.
My strength I call out to,
The author and finisher of my faith,
Uphold me, uphold me.
Amen.
esmondng on October 21st, 2011
Would stand and see as pleased,
Beyond the wall of mountains sat,
There a scene took daily of,
Would it be something, that?
Eyes on Me (from Final Fantasy VIII)
esmondng on October 20th, 2011
How it ends who’s to know?
It as bleak as those in May.
But if I choose I might I may,
To end in hands holding I pray.
For my Life all long searched,
Such a fairy end I’d gladly take.
And Thou if believeth what we said,
Then this end may I with Thee make?
Long-Married Couple Gordon Yeager And Norma Yeager Pass Away Holding Hands
esmondng on October 19th, 2011
There can be no sadder than these notes,
For all the sad they were too once the glad.
On every change I feel my breath hard to catch,
And with each blown, my eyes they well with them.
A Time For Us – Nino Rota, 1969
esmondng on October 9th, 2011
They say Lovers’ hearts are connected,
Do you concur with they?
That one would feel the other’s pain,
Do you are you the same?
For this now shattering falling apart each worse than the last,
With every new day’s curse exponentially crushed.
Ceteris paribus but yet the air I feel thinning,
And how my breathing’s choking my own breathing.
In my silent screams I jerk sometimes looking up to see,
Nothing but what blur a person drowning might glimpse.
Beneath the salty sea of tears my head would downwards quiver,
Forms but another sea of which for me to go under.
I look into the mirror but all is your face in it,
And it hurts for me to see you in such manner.
But it’s my own crinkled lips and clatter of teeth that’s here,
My convulsions you go through too I wonder?
I love you and you said,
Each time I said you’d miss a beat.
How can something so right be so wrong,
That you’ll bear for me to give away?
You have on my chest rested and heard,
That it beats for you too surely.
And in my embrace you have felt,
The world of you in me.
How am I supposed to live without you,
When you take the reason my heart beats away?
How am I supposed to live,
If my world would cease without you to exist?
This whole ballad was written drenched,
And I can hardly see what was penned.
But every word was coughed out,
Amidst the breaths I tried to catch.
There is hardly any more beautiful,
Than waves that return.
To kiss the very shore it loves,
After each it’s sent away.
I know that at times things may beyond me be,
And none I can do but wish you smiles and better than me.
But if we are as magically linked as we both agreed,
My Queen, surely you can feel this.
Surely you can feel this.
esmondng on October 7th, 2011
I screamed but I heard no yells,
I drowned but yet I breathe,
I burned but even hell not wants me,
I died but then I live.
esmondng on September 3rd, 2011
You won’t see me cry,
For all I ever wanted was smiles by your side.
You won’t see me cry,
As I appear must to be glad you’re glad.
You won’t see me cry,
For the burden is mine alone to bear.
You won’t see me cry,
So sure I know you can live your best.
esmondng on July 11th, 2011
I dithered entire the week,
On how the weekend’s play would play.
For it’s been years since we lipped last,
Of the things we both same’d.
I dreamt a dream of you thrice,
I glimpsed a glimpse of the day next.
Was I really so aflutter of it all,
Or did I for this longed too elongate?
It finally came; awed I remain,
On circumstances, on how we can still relate.
Some things will remain some things,
And some friends we’ll surely see again.
Over food we did masticate,
By the waters we did exchange.
Charmed, the way connected we,
Seems not like time estranged.
The twists and turns we together saw,
The night’s song a little short we complained.
Our chariot was lengthy the wait,
But a little longer I secretly wished away.
No matter multiday had things some changed,
No matter how we both aged grace.
But for all it seemed on Saturday,
It seemed we stilled in ways we stayed.
esmondng on March 2nd, 2011
When you left,
All you did was say why.
Of what you can’t give,
And how the uphill justifies.
When you left,
All you did was pack, go.
With each memory you bagged,
You baggage’d some of mine also.
When you left,
All you did was take chunks of me.
You carried on with such ease,
Away along such that I incomplete,
I hurt, and I in pain,
Did not why you not ask instead?
Of how it till day this aches,
My Heart in parts did you take.
Why when you left,
All you did was leave?
Did not you know I would skip beats?
For bits of me you foreign’d abroad;
There I be, you I long.
esmondng on February 28th, 2011
When the night is in night,
And the dark becomes dark.
Then when its silence begin to ring,
There my ears for you be.
Tale upon rain,
And story upon storms.
Tell and tears bring to the weary,
My shoulders for you lean.
And with it winds,
Cold to the bone chilling.
If nothing warms this world seems,
Come and into my embrace me.
When it feels rather burdened,
And beyond floods they weigh in.
Should your feet crumble fall,
You unto me I shall carry.
For when all these dissipate,
With you I will be left standing.
For you when lost, in pitch sky I was,
Compassing for you always; a light shining.
esmondng on February 24th, 2011
Just on Monday I was reminded,
For a storey away close; Of you.
Just Today in chat my friend and I of,
Memories fond; our once’d treasured, Loved.
Today totally caught me off guard unexpected,
This Wednesday of news bad but in night appeared,
After Time had sailed you far along that River of Life,
Never thought I again would that memory in Real’s light.
You know you look the same no different from first,
When first I with at Harbor’s Front with you.
You look exactly how I remembered countless of times,
When we first dotted those stars on our only starred sky.
Perhaps a little weathered but still you,
Cherry-lipped and fair maiden’d skin I had in 05 described.
Perhaps a little jaded but still you to I,
Sunny eyed which warmed my chilled barefooted beach night.
And if you be reading this on this night I write,
Kid not I myself but still u and I same mind’d.
For those lavender moments we held close to mind,
A friend, could I ask for perhaps a coffee again sometime?
esmondng on February 15th, 2011
One of my favorite celebrations,
One that makes Love, to me alive.
The one which fairies my idealistic Life,
The one which longs my Heart so desire.
And yet again Love cruels my truest affection,
To the You I thought finally found the other.
Yet the beats do not strike as intended,
The Hearts somewhat I perhaps mistaken.
Was it folly of me to give once more,
I fall in too easily and Frank says too fast.
In Love She could have misinterpreted,
Maybe too hard for her Heart to fully grasp.
So what make of I this Love declaration sad?
Now once more drowneth I in self-pity distress.
But for all my friends whom their Loves have met,
This day for everyone else Valentines glad.
esmondng on January 23rd, 2011
To me Love is but to Love,
Nothing less than which suffices the word.
To me Love is surely to give,
Unconditionally to put the other as first.
When sit I in still of night ponder,
Why of all do I miss Thee every unengaged?
Of my waking moments does do doeth,
That you fill my mind of you and your images.
Nothing else matters,
For you am I yours only should you ask given.
I am everything I choose for you be,
If only you see what I see.
But this night I sit again yet rethinketh,
What be I to you then I wonder.
Would I be to you what you be to me?
Would I be first everything just like my Love to me?
For you not to me what I to you,
Always had put in first place my heart true.
I believed once, I did,
I believed in you and me.
esmondng on January 23rd, 2011
You’re tired yet you go for your draining games,
You’re tired yet you wine away before your next early workday.
You’re busy yet you with friends have time for travel & merry,
You’re busy yet your actions oft tell a different story.
I understand fully yet I cannot help feeling dismayed,
That while you’re tired you have energy left but not for me,
That while you’re busy you have time for all others but not meet me,
I comprehend fully that you wish when the above you do makes you happy,
But if I were you I’ll give everything just to next to you be.
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