Through My Rhymes - Volume 3 by Jesse Chamberlain
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JESSE CHAMBERLAIN
THROUGH MY RHYMES
VOLUME 3
PREFACE
Hello and Welcome to 'Through My Rhymes: Volume 3'. Please forgive me as this is the first ever preface I've ever written for any of my eBooks. Hopefully it won't be my last. If this is the first volume you are reading then I hope you will go back and read Volumes 1 & 2. For everyone else, I'd like to thank you for continuing on this journey with me through my poetry and works. I never really set out with a goal in mind when I started to write these eBooks. It was mainly a push that I honestly deserved by my mum and her partner. For those that don't know, I've been writing for many years and chose to keep them locked away in a draw and share on the very rare occasion. With 'Through My Rhymes', I wanted to openly express my writing and allow my personal feelings and experiences to dictate the works.
With Volume 3, I'm trying a more personal approach and as you will see with some of the works, I'm attempting to make an effort for you to understand the story behind the poem. I'm doing this so that you have a better understanding of how my mind works but also so that you don't necessarily take some of the words out of context. I'm trying to make this one more personal than the other 2 have been and may even go back over them with the same idea when I release all of them as a collection.
Every poem in this volume was written between April and July, 2013, and was mostly written travelling on the train to and from work. I'm planning on taking a small hiatus from my 'Through My Rhymes' series and focus on writing my children's book and erotic poems book. Once again I'd like to welcome you to volume 3 and hope you enjoy.
From,
Jesse Chamberlain
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Don't Forget (Chipping Norton)
I Should've Known (I'm Only Flesh and Bone)
Remain Patient
Work My Pen
Condition
How Many
Don't Judge a Book By Its Cover
Over In My Mind (Running)
Deeper (Than What's Written On The Page)
Until Next Rhyme
5 Years
Poppy Flower
Dream Chaser
I Want To Know What It Feels Like (One Day)
When Will I Write (To Change a Life)
World As One (WAO)
In A Dream
Concourse
Dragons and Tigers
Cry Dream (Part 2)
I Love Your (Racy)
The Greatest Love
Audio Letter
Kisses On The Window
What's Your Name?
I Hope That Your Man Treats You Right
Love Does As Love Does
Break Me (But Not My Heart)
Saturday, October 29th, 2011
I Love You
Not Around Enough
Emotional Attachment
I'm Sorry for Your Tears
Love Left... and Didn't Leave a Forwarding Address
No One (To Cuddle Up To)
Holding On (Too Long)
Where Do I Go From Here?
If She Wanted
Be With Me
Hope You Read Me
Let Your Love Be
Best For You (No Matter What You Do)
Fireworks
Stay (Don't Leave)
Hope In Heaven
A Woman's Wants First
Everyone Deserves to Have a Happily Ever After
Write For Me
When Words Aren't Enough (On a Page)
Amongst The Stars
Goodbye
Vow
Bonus Poems:
I Want (Greedy)
End of an Era
When I Write
Love Me In A Time Like This
Sometimes We Just Need Someone
Tissue
When We Grow Wings
Don't Forget (Chipping Norton)
I miss the little dip that use to be on Governor Macquarie Drive,
To me, I was almost home, but it was Chipping Norton saying hi,
An old friend pointed that out to me and I miss it when I drive by,
But like her it's a reminder that nothing lasts and so good bye.
She use to wonder about me when Chipping Norton was on the radio,
There was an accident on so and so road through their stereo,
I wonder if anyone thinks about me when they hear of Chipping Norton,
Been my home for the longest in my short life, and never to be forgotten.
Been up and down the eastern coast of Australia with my family,
Making and then having to leave friendships behind me,
Still think about some people I remember in my history,
The rest, I will just have to see faces and leave their names a mystery.
Born a Queenslander and that maroon is embedded in my veins,
The amount of bullying I took in NSW made me vow I would never change,
I took the shots and abuse for years and now it feels strange,
To be able to feel like the underdog remaining on top of what remains.
I've been across the Pacific and landed in the States for 2 years,
2 years where I seemed to find some direction and now the wheel I steer,
Almost like I could go anywhere now and know I have nothing to fear,
I owe going over to the US as being a catalyst for who I am here.
But coming home to Oz seemed time to carve out a life of my own,
So I may be 30 but mentally 20 like those first 10 I hadn't quite grown,
Not quite the man I should've been for the greatest loves that I've known,
And even though we no longer speak their numbers are still in my phone.
Chipping Norton has brought me love, life and responsibility,
Brought me closer to my friends and family,
Chipping Norton is my greatest highs and lowest lows,
Still waiting to see what I have coming in my today's and tomorrow's.
In My Mind: I wrote this thinking about my history and where I have been. I remember people often saying that you don't know who you are until you know where you've come from and this is a nod to that sentiment. The poem mainly acknowledges change and that is evident by the beginning acknowledging a dip in the road that used to exist before road works fixed it up. I know nothing lasts forever but that's not to say that you can't remember it forever. This is my way of remembering my past briefly but still remaining optimistic that I can move forward regardless of my past.
I Should've Known (I'm Only Flesh and Bone)
I'm nobody's hero and I'm no role model to follow,
To be like me on some days is for your soul to be hollow,
Hang my head just a little as its heavy with sorrow,
I'm nobody's hero and I'm no role model to follow.
It's in the depths of my soul that I draw from and write,
People all have their own vision and this is my sight,
Pen to the paper and I can soar higher than a flight,
But then be trapped under me like underground with no light.
Being human isn't complicated but in some ways it is,
That's a contradiction and confusing is what it is,
See some days I want to save the world and everywhere be known,
But there's nothing super about me and I'm just flesh and bone.
I should've known that I'm no more than flesh and bone,
Not sent here on a spaceship from some great unknown,
Not combined genetics in a lab, m
I'm just human and I'm no more than just flesh and bone.
In My Mind: This was an interesting one to write for me. It mixes with comic lore slightly in wanting to be more than what I am. Everybody wants to just be a little bit more special than the next and as much as I write, I know I will never be able to do something as remarkable as flying. Or even write something that could impact the world so greatly that it could change it for the better. This is me embracing my humanity and just knowing that it's ok not to be special.
Remain Patient
I keep writing till my mind becomes vacant,
Waiting till I write something great, I remain patient,
To take me to places where the sign reads vacant,
A new place, new time, new life for it I remain patient.
Sometimes writers block sets in and there's no inspiration,
I want to write but I'm having a word starvation,
It came to me so easily yesterday and today nada,
Feeling like a magician with a trick but today no voila.
Listening to songs that can change the feeling of the day,
Like you wanted a little sunshine and could blow the clouds away,
But sometimes the clouds clear and there's no thought to be had,
Nothing about the world, nothing about life, friends, family, mum or dad.
It was so easy just yesterday and can become frustrating,
Imagine how boring my life's commentary is with someone narrating,
Maybe I just need to remain patient and just take time contemplating,
But a break is something my pen is not use to tolerating.
I guess its time to just remain patient and wait for the next one,
Remain patient until the change and the sun rays will come,
Remain patient until the next dream, next thought awakened,
Time to rest for a day or two until the next one and remain patient.
In My Mind: I was suffering through a couple of days of writers block when I happened to put this one together. I just took a little more time and eventually the words found their way to me. I eventually enjoyed putting it together and it helped spawn a couple of more poems on the day.
Work My Pen
Watch me weave my words like a story teller,
Another prince looking for his Cinderella,
Another Leonard trying to get lucky and find a Penny,
Engine running on love and I'm far from empty.
Watch me work my pen up and whip into a frenzy,
Words are something, of which I have plenty,
Just need to strengthen my vocabulary,
I'll be smart and read a dictionary.
Promised I'll keep writing till my hand comes off like a Lannister,
Carve myself a new one made from a banister,
Mind mutated like ooze from a canister,
Time we had a president and not a prime minister.
Feel like my mind's been struck by lightning like I'm flying a kite,
Putting the shoes on so you can believe the hype,
Working my pen like I'm working through life,
But feeling like a turkey letting 3 great girls go are all my strikes.
My chance will come again and until then I'll keep rhyming,
Writing, uniting words until I bring it together on a beat,
I just want to make people happy to leave their seats,
Up on your feet, bringing the heat, until we fall asleep.
Watch me work my pen over and over again,
My mind, my heart, my dreams, you'll read all of them,
Watch me work my pen over and over again,
Writing, rhyming, for as long as I can.
In My Mind: I just wanted to try and be a little more creative when writing this one by referencing several television characters and even a shoe store. I know that a lot of my writing borders on doom and gloom as well as relationship material and I just wanted to try and break that mentality a little and stretch my mind with a bit of fun.
Condition
When my story was written it was said I'd have a condition,
I'd be given the ability to look, feel, talk, smell and listen,
All for me to swirl in my mind and interpret to be written,
The condition would be the gift given that'd make me different.
To think in my mind about where I'd like to be,
Then focus on anything and write for you to see,
Write for you to feel and sense a little about me,
This is where somewhere, with someone I'll make connectivity.
I wonder if I have a cure when the right one reaches me,
Takes my hand and removes the pen for all eternity,
The ink in my veins turns to words for your ears,
To tell you everything so our love never disappears.
When I dream of fields with flowers waist high,
Run my hands over the delicate petals as I walk by,
The sun on my face and the sky's in my eyes,
Forever the truth is yours and never any lies.
One petal falls when I pick it for the answer to a question,
Carefully running my finger delicately over each selection,
Will she love me when our dreams cross and come to fruition?
When she holds me close and cures me of my condition.
How Many
How many other people are writing like me?
Looking out their window wondering what could be,
Looking for their place in this society,
While writing their story or books of poetry.
How many other people feel lost like me?
Looking in other peoples eyes wondering what could be,
Looking for their love and piece of harmony,
To come together and strive for every opportunity.
How many other people want to be loved like me?
Looking at other couples and how they look so happy,
Walking hand in hand with love all over their faces,
While others are still looking and maybe in the wrong places.
How many other people are dreaming like me?
About all of the what was, what is or what could be,
Staring at the TV or movie wishing that could be me,
Expressing within ourselves, our own creativity.
How many other people want to lose weight like me?
Not entirely happy with their pot belly,
Wanting to live like me for all of eternity,
Wanting to make a better you and a better me.
In My Mind: This poem is a little closer to my heart than it might seem. I tend to fall quite hard after a relationship ends and this poem came as a result of some personal reflection and soul searching. We all have questions that we wish we could have answered and I wrote this with that in mind but also encountering that lonely feeling. Hoping that I am not going to be the only one.
Don't Judge a Book By Its Cover
The water runs over my hair and down the back of my neck,
Run my hands through my hair which I tend to neglect,
Only shampoo and never condition isn't because I forget,
Is it something later in life that I may come to regret?
It's a small matter on whether or not I should gel my hair,
Magazines and social media tell me I should be aware,
That I'm constantly judged and to me that doesn't seem fair,
I should be accepted for me anytime and anywhere.
I was teased at work and bullied for something as small as gel,
It seems pathetic and at the same time incredible,
That I should get under their skin when I'm comfortable,
Yet I'm the one who thinks I've gone just a little bit mental.
You don't know me like I don't know you,
So don't judge me on what you see in front of you,
I could be what you are missi
That you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
Don't judge a book by its cover as some may never recover,
Youth turning to drugs and suicide before they've had time to uncover,
What life could be but more importantly who they could be,
So don't judge someone or else it may end up a tragedy.
People wearing clothes inside out with colour in their hair,
Spiked, brushed over, mohawk with piercings everywhere,
We are who we are and all who be, want to be,
I could be the greatest person if just given the opportunity.
We are all together for a time on this earth,
Don't be a bully and just prove your worth,
Tell someone you love them and here when they hurt,
Don't judge and just live because we all become dirt.
You don't know me like I don't know you,
So don't judge me on what you see in front of you,
I could be what you are missing if you'd only discover,
That you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
Over In My Mind (Running)
There's a lesson I will learn the hard way one day,
And that lesson will be that sometimes you shouldn't run away,
Sometimes I'll see a sign that I should do something different,
So I don't feel change that becomes so significant.
I cried watching my father try and leave his hospital bed,
On my 25th birthday, 18 days later he would be dead,
When I stood all alone by the hearse after the ceremony,
I prayed someone would come over to console me, but it didn't.
Not until my mate Kim gave me a hug did I break down into a glob,
Remember drinking so much at the wake and screaming why over a log,
It was Peter then who gave me a hug while I again became a glob,
If I was never destined to get back up then that day was the job.