“Forget Me” by Esmond Ng © copyright 11/12/05

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“Forget Me” by Esmond Ng © copyright 11/12/05
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Forget you?
Why should I?
For to me you the most pleasant;
Of all my memories present.

Forget you?
And the reason being?
Not that hopes of rekindled feelings hold,
Just as a dear friend I hope still own.

They say:
“Friends are friends forever.”
Ain’t that the way supposed it be?
Then why I feel ostracized and such enmity?

I still do cry out Heavenly One,
Not for Love to come my way.
But for happiness your way,
And all that you wish for to stay.

I may have mistakes made,
Along this lonely path swayed.
But I am just man to err,
Not an excuse but forgiveness please I pray.

At the end of my days,
I still hope to have this memory engraved.
That maybe sweet thoughts of you,
Can keep my beliefs sane.

Oh no, I haven’t changed.
I still believe, I still do keep;
That someday true Love cometh,
This never smooth road runneth.

Then I ask once again.
“Forget me”, “Why?” I say.
For all this searching while for,
A perfect memory I’ve found that day.

Moving On

I spent the whole of last morning reading through my own posts from the very beginning. After that, a natural question to myself was: “How is it that I can write so strongly about one person, then within a few months write so absolutely again about another?”

Then I realized it. Whether on a conscious or sub-conscious level, I was trying to move on. Seconds past, minutes fly and days elapse. Time waits for no one. Being a nostalgic person, I don’t like that one bit. I like the past, I like memories. But I just can’t help it. As they say: “Life goes on.”

Everyone has their strong traits. Everyone is special in their own ways. This is something I always advocate. “No one is good at nothing!” True, I may have fallen for others. True, I may have tried again and perhaps again. But every each one of them have unique memories for me. Some allocated with more weight, others less. Nothing is fair. That’s for sure since all eternity.

Sometimes in retrospect, I remember certain picture frames of different people. Some are very much more hurting than the others. It’s freaking immense for me I admit, but the seconds still tick. I’m battered, bleeding and bruised. I’m tired and forlorn. I can’t deny me. The one that still weighs the most, I miss you loads.

My canoe once capsized and I found myself swimming for help. I swam for a long time only to comprehend I was on the same spot. The currents in the sea were keeping me stuck on the same spot! I struggled in frenzy but still, I was in the same spot. I wonder if I can let go. Let the currents carry me. Would I be somewhere else? Would the currents lead me to shore or wash me deeper into trouble? Tell me then. Can I still hold on to my fantasy forever? I know I would like to. Fate have pity on me please.

“Sometimes the harder you try to move on, the easier it is for you to remain status quo.” ~ © Esmond Ng 10/12/05

“The Sixth Sense” by Esmond Ng © copyright 08/12/05

“The Sixth Sense” by Esmond Ng © copyright 08/12/05
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The first being you my eyes see,
That such is sense sweet of sight.
That Love they say blind is,
Nay I say for you not their visions find.

Secondly the serene sound of Thee,
Voice as choir concordant pleasing.
That all who chance hear of such music,
Shall no longer stray but choose near stay it.

Third my nose will first recognize,
That scent of fresh on Thy skin fine.
Which lingers as flowers in Spring,
Luscious I remember will always seem.

That fourth sense of touch never can forget,
The sensations when skins they match.
Cause hearts to beat uncontrollably,
And breaths hastened to the beats.

Only once did our lips meet,
Yet this fifth feeling is forever engraved deep.
The taste of innocent lips,
The pervading taste of Love’s reach.

Such are five senses commonly said,
But one more true that is the sixth.
That the one truth from the heart Love speaks,
Is the one which overrules all the preceding.

Missing You & "Esmond's very own quote for December"

Yes. It’s one of those nights I can’t fall into slumber again. What’s keeping me up? Thoughts of a dear friend. I still miss you; your every movement and smile. Your every memory that lingers in my mind. Your calls, the nights we shared and the promises we made. Every little thing baby. Love you still.

Esmond’s very own quote for December:
“They always say we long for things we can’t get. But sometimes, what we really miss are the things we once had.” ~ © Esmond Ng 09/12/05