Midnight madness

 

 

 

Shes lifes greatest secret,

Magic like we once dreamed of in books.

A freind like the one we always wanted growing up.

Shes the missing particle that completes our understanding of the universe.

Shes the most beauful word in any written language,

Understood by a few, but admired by all others.

Shes the pattern behind every beautiful compilation of pixels on a screen.

Shes the first song I hear and the last words to drift inti my head before I rest.

Shes a small moment between the wind and the rain.

When nature leaves you alone for a breif moment as if to say

"Hey, its ok for now. Just enjoy this chance of weightlessness"

Then plunges you back into streams of water that makes you feel alive.

If only for the moment.

Shes the rainbows end, A beautiful image

 just out of arms reach until she can dissapear

Reforming elsewhere to remove the sadness of others.

Shes lifes greatest secret and the world may not love her as well as it should,

Yet in a small part of the universe, on a rock that wont stop spinning,

Someone will always love her, maybe not in the way that he can ever admit.

But in a way that makes sure she is always loved and thought of.

Even if she never knows it.

 

 

Edward Ramsden

 

3/6/2004

 

Midnight madness, Years go

Run

 

 

Why cant i find my reason to run,

Why must i take part in this endless chase

Theres no finish line, just a differant stopping point for every person

Can i run a but further than you.

you stopped a few feet ago

and i'm not allowed to go back.

Why couldnt we have stopped together

and take on what lies beyond.

I hear its really nice to share with someone

the moment when your both ready to stop running

I know now that id never have to tell you the truth

That for me, stopping in the same place as someone as awesome as you

Is as scary as any nightmare, is more hopless that the sad mans dreams,

Is as unnatural to this world as all of the worldsd hate combined

I will never see the gardens with sun lit rose petals,

Ill never see the smile on your face when you reach real happiness.

Ill only see something I could never be,

Yet everyday I wish i could be.

The cause of your smile and never of your frown.

 

Edward Ramsden

 

21/03/13

 

"Its there written in the playground,

Loves kiss, hate or ignore"

Was it worth it?

Will 4 Months Be The Penultimate Final Stop?
Will every Repeat Read The Same?
Thanks And Goodbye, No Its Not Your Fault,
It’s Me Cant U see I’m Not Yours,
So Ill Walk Away so you can Joke,
And I Wont Be offended By Your Ridicule,
Save me The Tears, Force me The Fears
And Now I’m All Alone In silence,
Hearing Your Words Over And Over…
It’s Over, No More, The End.
Where Did All Decency Go,
Have No one The Compassion For A Viking Funeral,
The last Salute To The Unknown Soldier.
Ill Write Your Number Down And Hide It,
Delete Your Messages On My Phone And Keep The Ones in My head,
And Ill Accept Your Decision Because I Care.
But Inside Its Just Another Reason To Stop…

 

Edward Ramsden

 

For Robyn Fawthrope

Who stole my heart. 

 

11/04/2006

Return

Stars Shining in the Sky of Night
Old Sun Waxes No More On Fair Grass
That in the Winter Scored
From Green To Gold
The Leaves Transform Into Shadowed Memories Of Old
That from the Dawning Winter Pass
Will Bring New Life To Old Wounds
That in The night Glimmer With The Shape Of Seasons To Come.
Never More Seek To heal such wounds
I Speak Of Love Once More
Or Should Thou Say Pain Once More
For is only through Pain That We Make Sense Of Love
And Make Merry Of Its Joy
Only Do We So With The Sword
Of Pass Do we turn To Watch The Torrid River Run
And In Sky Once More We Watch Upon The Stars
And In Our Minds…We Dream Of Forgotten Past
To Sun Caress the Land And Destroy All Dreams Within
And Reality Faces The Last Stand Of Joy


Never To Be returned….

Edward Ramsden

7/12/2003

 

An attempts at nonscence poetry, Edward Lear inspired.

No Suprise

How could the world I’ve cherished so much,
Be ten feet underground,
I’m cold and alone with not so much as a smile,
No ones here to be found,
I stand alone on the edge of compassion,
In winds that don’t exist,
Staring at a grave so vast, that it steals your breath,
As it sparkles in the dusty mist,
Yesterday’s papers are the same as today,
Just nothing that you can do,
Except watch as they rot in the gutter of life,
Its heartbreaking I know but its true.
So we keep on looking for a world that isn’t there,
Hopeing for a sign of god
But this is the edge of compassion my friend,
And there’s nothing there….How Odd?

Edward Ramsden

7/2/05

 

Like so many, sad at the state of the world.

 

This was my secret statement.

Hugs

There’s no smirk on your face,
I can see your lament,
I hear voices that mock,
No time to repent.
Iv said im rueful, cant you see.
There’s just nothing left for you and me,
Im walking a boulevard that has No End,
Iv Lost My way And Am Scared to Death.
The Crying is Over And Realisation hits home,
Were walking our own paths, were Really Alone.
But ill still hold your hand, when the night is cold,
If u need someone hug, im quite Good im Told.
I Do Love you I promise.
Its Just Too Dark To See,
That Loves A Lie, Our Dreams Are Broken,
And You’re Just To Good For Me.

 

Edward Ramsden

5/5/2006

 

Guess what this one is about. I used letters instead of words at this point in my poetry.

For example."If u need someone to hug"

A Reason

I’m 21 For Fucks Sake,

I don’t know what to be,

I’m Just wandering the country looking for an answer,

knowing it wont come to me,

People Say Don’t Worry,

You Create Your Soul Over Time,

Just Relax and watch The Clouds Go By

And Everything Will Be Fine.

The Clouds are all the same now,

 I recognise every one,

I Can tell you The Meaning Of Life For Sure,

But Not Where It Begun.

I Can Sooth Aching Muscles

And Make Other People Laugh,

I’m Not A Comedian, I have To Many Flaws

But wouldn’t stop if given the chance.

Iv tried the drugs and swallowed the following hours

From drop to line to toke,

From Everyday Spent With perfect company

Still Laughing at the same old jokes.

Nothings the same, I wish I could stop,

This line is so god damb long,

I just hope that one day some will give me name.

And a reason to hang on.

Edward Ramsden

 

21/07/2006

 Another failed attempt and life and love