Espen Stenersrod – Point of No return


This weeks poem is picked from my poetry collection last year called “A lifecycle in Nihighnigma” http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GJVAHY8/ref=cm_sw_su_dp

The poem is called “Point of No return” and represent the world in its last weeks of battle for existence

Point of no return

As I stand there I realize the stares
I see the grey men and Halflings
Joint together in a beautiful bond
Almost like the white ribbon finally tied to something
The rhythm of their march is so rhythmic
Yet awfully penetrating at the same time
As they move out of sync
Lifeless
Somewhat forward
I see the loss of progression in each step
The lack of goals
Lust and will for catharsis
Creates a heavy mist in front of them
If Aristotle ever existed here
He would have laughed
Then cried
This is past and future in a joint crash with the present
NOW
Where actions seem helpless to the mass
And the only hope to cling to for the few
This is the last battle
They are all going to die
As they fight under the moon
To reunite with their sun
I bow down to the horizon
And speak to dawn
Ready
Light
Paradigm

Espen

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Espen Stenersrød – Undergrowth ( Piano and Poetry)


MesAyah:

Let us paint the colour of the soil

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Another Poem accompanied by the Zimmerman Piano is out, today’s Poem is a more naturalistic poem called Undergrowth

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Undergrowth
By: Espen Stenersrod

Hiding in the realms of their fathers
Underneath the massive feathers of green
Listening as they speak through the sound waves
Accompanied only by the wind

They both respect and fear their fathers
During storms they hide their faces beneath their palms
The baritone voice of the men
Conquer the silence in them all

They sit there and listen to the tales
From a place they can not imagine their own
Undergrowth of the underworld
Where they are all connected through the stones

Hiding in the realms of their fathers
Underneath the massive feathers of green
They interpret the wind from its sources
Gain knowledge from the trees of the king

Undergrowth of a scenery,

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Espen Stenersrød – Undergrowth ( Piano and Poetry)


Another Poem accompanied by the Zimmerman Piano is out, today’s Poem is a more naturalistic poem called Undergrowth

Be sure to subscribe and add a comment if you like the video


Undergrowth
By: Espen Stenersrod

Hiding in the realms of their fathers
Underneath the massive feathers of green
Listening as they speak through the sound waves
Accompanied only by the wind

They both respect and fear their fathers
During storms they hide their faces beneath their palms
The baritone voice of the men
Conquer the silence in them all

They sit there and listen to the tales
From a place they can not imagine their own
Undergrowth of the underworld
Where they are all connected through the stones

Hiding in the realms of their fathers
Underneath the massive feathers of green
They interpret the wind from its sources
Gain knowledge from the trees of the king

Undergrowth of a scenery,
unimaginable to the young soul
Grown from the bottom of the mountain
They paint the color of the soil

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Espen Stenersrød – Planted the Seed ( Piano + Poem)


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35,000 have watched it in 6 days. Have you watched it yet?

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Dear All

I have once again teamed up with my Zimmermann and recorded a video of one of my poems. This time it is the poem Planted the seed from day 211 of the 365 daily challenge. Hope you enjoy this as well.

“Planted the seed”
By: Espen Stenersrød, Oslo, Norway

She carried her eyes of gold
Her helping hands were automated
A fire burning low in her heart
Warm carrier of no regrets

Her kindred soul held no firm grip over her kindness
Jealousy was present in her cause
Worn on her left arm
She swore to reject the dream

So she planted a seed
A seed that would exceed beneath belief
grow inside and feed on her kind heart
She named the seed, need

In between the hands of need
She planted weeds
To represent lust, longing and deadly dreams
To demolish the kind and sweet

She looked…

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Espen Stenersrod – Dantes´ Heaven and Hell


This weeks second poem. I am breathing fresh air into one of my really old poems called “Dantes´ Heaven and Hell”.
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Dantes´ Heaven and Hell
By: Espen Stenersrød, Oslo Norway

Through the first circle
Limbo carried on the shoulders of lust
caught in flames of the written word
All knowledge fades In light of the individual seeker
blown between the states of nothing and needless
endless answers blowing in the wind
swallowed by the gates of hell
thrown to the icy cold
monster of selfishness
holding the sword named sensuality
to fight the king of greed
touched by angels in order to redeem himself
Destroyed by the wrath and anger
he faces what soon will kill his being
silent whispers in his ear
the lie
that his soul will die
with him
and he is doomed for eternal violence
forced on by titans and giants
Eon judge his fraud
Selene sentence him for the act of treachery
left to burn
inside the bars of the nine circles
Left alone to search
through

Visit to the moon
Pact between man and good
drawn in the surface of a moon rock
the sphere of the inconsistent
soon ambitious enough to search
beyond what is seen with the naked eye
pales in comparison to the greater force
through the morning star
he finds the message of love
and holds on to its presence
until it reappears at night
to learn the lesson
of the second circle of hell
Love beyond lust
beyond the damned flower
that seduced the man
to follow greed
The sun appears
and knowledge clears the sky
paints it with wisdom
illumination of the world
sharer of the right words
creation of the warrior of faith
willing to die on his spear
following the directions
in the words of the wise
leaving faith hope and love
only in the hands of the angels

from the sevens sins
through the gates of salvation
the idea was carried by the soul

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Espen Stenersrød – Planted the Seed ( Piano + Poem)


Dear All

I have once again teamed up with my Zimmermann and recorded a video of one of my poems. This time it is the poem Planted the seed from day 211 of the 365 daily challenge. Hope you enjoy this as well.

“Planted the seed”
By: Espen Stenersrød, Oslo, Norway

She carried her eyes of gold
Her helping hands were automated
A fire burning low in her heart
Warm carrier of no regrets

Her kindred soul held no firm grip over her kindness
Jealousy was present in her cause
Worn on her left arm
She swore to reject the dream

So she planted a seed
A seed that would exceed beneath belief
grow inside and feed on her kind heart
She named the seed, need

In between the hands of need
She planted weeds
To represent lust, longing and deadly dreams
To demolish the kind and sweet

She looked into the eyes of gold
That had turned black as oil and dry as charcoal
Nothing left, but dead expressions
As the lady carried out a stale smile

Looking into those eyes of dead
The kindred soul exhaled
The empty stare
Left nothing in her
So she told about her affairs

She told about the seed of need
And all the weeds that intertwined
The lady answered with a nod

I knew she replied
Knowledge nodded in her eyes
I needed to see how far you would go
Before I could save your gold

We all act good
Mostly bad
I had to loose my gold to show you that
But inside us all lies all the gold
To save us from us all

Have peace
Die restfully
Our kindness is our dreams
So please, look into my eyes
When I tell you, you were always in my sleep

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Espen Stenersrød – Lost (poem and piano)


Another one of my piano and poetry evenings are over

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Lost

He carried the labor of five generations on his shoulders
Their struggle embedded in his palms
scarred by the light
his eyes danced rapidly in a saccadic dance movement
desperate for a rest
From the invisible hand
pulling him back on the assembly line

Hopes of relief
hopes of breaking the pattern
The want and need of achievement
Captivated in chains
by both past and present
his heart holds the future
His mind refuses to let go of the fear

In the mirror he sees a reflection he can not hold
A resembled picture of his old man
It is him
the misty blue eyes
the greyish hair
that used to be worn with pride

Time is running out
is this what he has become
He wants to paint a picture from his conscience
the future will remember
word by word

But all he sees is the reflection of his old man
the fear
the tired limbs
the bent head
looking for the next opening

The string is still there to hold
so he ties it to his heart
to be remembered that he is still alive

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