We who cant stand the sun

 

 

 

I omit my graze, from where the sun shine reflects,

Keeping equal footing between each pacing step.

Desperate to get back to the comfort of the shade

Familar and warm, with little space for social demands.

Working hard to better myself for no one but me.

Keeping away from beutifuly lit, untouchables.

Each skill I aquire hopes to impress,

To move the branches of my tree and allow for a small shaft of sunlight

To illuminate my pride in the land where normally shadows lie.

Few notice and fewer keep focus

With turned heads and almost sorrowful sighs, the clouds return

Draggin you all into sharing my world

And you begin feel sorry for the poor boy, who could never stand the sun.

 

 

Edward Ramsden

 

20/04/2013

 

For the few that ran away when I became afraid,

I lay no blame on you

for only love and forgivness can exist in my world.

And you are always welcome 

Puddles

Here I go again.

Watching myself fall over you in front of you,

Desperate to cover the miriad of puddles, dead ahead.

Trying to save you from getting your feet wet,

Lifes terrain is random and jagged.

Littered with a million relfections of a beautiful blue sky.

All I see, is the rough brown horizen and your figure shinking.

I know why I still drop to my knees everytime you approach.

It's to save myself from having to spend the coming months,

Watching you go through the pain of drying all over again.

Id like to forgive myself and stand back up.

Then who would I be?

Giving up on the passion for love and freindship,

I use as scaffolding to keep my broken parts together.

That keeps me grounded in bitter tasting serendipity.

To become like you, willing to walk over someone to keep my feet dry.

My chest and body take longer to dry than your feet.

Yet I'll still be here to cover your path on your return.

I guess thats what makes me happy to be a puddle cover.

Smiling chin down in murky water, never seeing the full majesty of a baby blue sky

With my eyes fixed on the most beautful sunset and your figure as it shrinks.

Edward Ramsden

20/4/2013

Always giving, even when I have nothing left for myself.
I would rather the sadness be contained in my putrid vessel,
Than it ever afflict the ones I love.

Um, somethings going on.

I don't quite know how to tell you this,

I think I found god today.

I know what your thinking, religion or cult?

But in a completely different way.

Our god is no deity, created by faith.

A level 3 intelligence, a Omnipotent race.

A creator of life, on a much bigger scale,

He created our existence, with the ability to fail

He provided this planet and gave passive for life,

Watching Mountains persevere, through fire and ice. 

That we all have to power to become just like him.

Not through magic or the avoidance of sin.

Through the understanding that we, are all just ants on a hill

With unlimited potential for greatness, with a tendency to kill.

14 million other races, seems so far out of reach.

If we taught the whole planet, to stop preaching and teach.

He gave no rules, no directions to be.

Just a small chance of existence and let us be free,

There is no heaven, subsequently no hell.

Just one life to help the future become more than ourselves.

Some say religion is needed, some say it serves to teach.

God never wanted to segregate love, but let it spread it beyond our reach.

We can all become much more than ourselves,

Our arrogance holds us back.

Where love should be issued to so many in need,

Instead we choose to attack.

This race isn't over, but nothings for sure.

As we may destroy ourselves.

But if sanity wins and love is abundance.

Then maybe all will be well.

Edward Ramsden

18/04/13

Anybody Got Any tips on naming poems? Cause I'm stumped!

I invite shadows to lay where sun once stood

Yet I dont ask you to join me.

Your invisible facade intends to amuse

Only stands to vex and annoy me.

Your coat, two sided, with mistust I confide in.

Your happines was worth more than a million horizens

But when my face was the footing you needed to ascend 

You wrote epilouge endings, about moving on freinds

Leaving a part that no one else seems to miss.

Like holding a hand or sharing a kiss.

Your soo near the top but cant quite grab hold

Of the journeys finale, about to unfold.

Now shadows deny what other accept.

The cliches of life that you often wept.

You soon found a place for my brick in the wall,

Talented, giving, Handsom and tall

A freind with a benifit, a shadow cant provide.

Logic fails where emotions thrives.

Its so great you are happy

But I feel sad I'm no longer your thing.

As you dance out of shadows and into the sun light

A welcome the coming of spring

Edward Ramsden

16/04/2004

Great god this shit sucks.