This place, inside, where all my feelings keep.
That lies somewhere between my heart and soul.
Should I, the guardian of my fortress seek,
Protection from those, who would see them stole.
So many times have you this bastion breeched,
With scant regard for all the dangers posed.
That my hopes and dreams should not be reached,
By eyes that only wish my heart exposed.
These inmates with their liberty restrained.
That strive against their shackles and their chains.
Am I their jailor too cautious to be blamed,
To free them no matter what their claims.
And if freeing them should reveal my heart,
I might be also freed.. my life to start
wandering in thoughts.
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love
Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love
A courier of peace; a coupon of hope
Your cost; though I’ve been made alien
Your fruitfulness I heartily grope;
But the lashed back in servitude asks, “WHEN”?
A befitting vestment on servitude
A plague in the metropolis;
Like the Gulliver in Lilliput;
Amass not; thou in bit she seeks
Though thou enjoyed none methinks
‘Cos denied is she, much she denies ye
But let that which we sought be unclink
An ointment on our contuse; we pr’ythee
But should denial tend your way;
At wrath, me be spared; I pray.
This poem has been deleted due to possible publication.
Evil is fierce, always lying in lurk,
Fighting Man's opportunity to sow,
Infinite value, a souls greatest perk,
All of us need Love and freedom to grow.
The economy and democracy,
A tease in a tie or king with a crown,
The Goddess of truth as authority,
Love expands your mind, fear will shut it down.
Artificial walls, which cannot be seen,
Erected by the beast of many names,
Keep your mind clear and let your heart stay keen,
Spirit will fly unrestricted by frames.
The Earth is our home and balance the key,
A sovereign man will truly be free.
Comments are Welcome.
How old people take medicine over the years.
they feel different live in tension and fears.
what is good flavour to live always in tears?
they are irritated and abusive in some hears.
but still they inspire jump in the forward gears.
they worried to draw a will for their next kin.
still they scroll numbers to play lottery to win.
they occupied to grab money they think its not sin.
they love holidays and luxuries, living for fun,
they are not scrap don't throw them in a bin.
Drinking alcohol is harmful they do as fashionable style,
don't eat much red flash but they do, take advice in a file,
don't walk hard n't good for heart but they walk another mile.
they know death has dreams they love happy ending smile.
I wonder what your thinking, in your country far away
And what on earth possesses you to threaten mine today
You allow your people to starve, munitions they are first
While daily people starve to death and many die of thirst
Your father and grandfather should have taught you how to care
Instead they shared their legacy of treating people unfair
Many live in work camps with three generations or more
Simply because they disagreed, so now all must chore
You live in style above the rest, have people who adore
But deep down, I believe that each person longs for more
You teach hatred and despise my country each and every day
For freedom and free choice would take yours away
Your people follow in fear, like robots in a line
I wonder how long they will conform or will it be your time
More and more try to escape, or die instead of live
In a country such as yours that takes much more than it gives
Each building,statue, memorial you have to tell a tale
Of twisted truths and travesties instead they often fail
For freedom is what's needed in the country you call home
Grow food instead of opium,and leave the people alone
You have the power in your hands to change what was past
Hurry please before it's too late you must do it fast
Do not start a war in which more people will die
Because your father and grandfather started it with a lie.
October 03, 2006
Incredible as it may be,
And as brilliant as it is,
You are uniquely a wiz.
Looks like you and me.
In the winds and free.
It’s hers and it’s his.
Those two took a quiz.
Together those two see.
Dancing on the Moon,
Or singing to the Sun.
Their love is too soon.
And their life just begun.
They are in a full bloomed blossom,
And those two together are awesome!
You gotta tell me,
The secret you hold,
Gotta tell me,
All of the untold.
Raise off your knee,
Give your soul what it needs,
Off your knee,
And plant the seed.
Fight against the pain,
Break the chain,
Against the pain,
Run through the rain.
Cover your eyes,
Don't recognize the lies.
With golden locks and fancy frocks,
She looks just like Faye Dunaway.
She's like a fox, smug as she rocks
That retro scarf and wool beret.
I bet she'd even rob a bank
With sultry smiles and cunning ease.
I'm sure she'd only fire blanks--
A natural and eternal tease.
And in this modern day and age,
She doesn't even have a Clyde.
The only star to walk this stage,
She needs no man to grace her side.
With independence as her creed,
She makes a bonnie gal indeed.
To banish my violent games
Is to banish your writing pens
I may fantasize in gunfire flames
As you've written of now and then's
I have killed a billion bytes and bits
You have made a billion many bored
But the bytes and bits are not life lists
And the pen is mightier than the sword
Actual time of occurrence is killed
Not the people of angry games or rhyme
Complete devastation when drinks are spilled
Satisfaction from both fulfilling time
Unlikeness of a poem I'll leave it be
Unlikeness of a game you leave it be
(I'm not sure if this is a true sonnet poem, I am not a poet, I just started getting into poetry (reading mostly)so I can enhance my ability to write lyrics to my music ... feel free to critique,this is my 1st poem I have ever attempted to write properly.. (Im gonna need all the help I can get ! )
What happens to those words we never say?
Many times words are left on tip of tongue
for some love is the hardest word to say
forgotten like thoughts and songs never sung
yet our minds remember it all so clear
instead of words we remained silent
as maturity grows erases fear
a few not said words may be violent
being able to speak truly a gift
words of kindness comes and goes straight from heart
a few kind words can give spirits a lift
and some words can tear someone’s heart apart
keep in mind actions speak louder than words
reach for those flowers instead of those swords
We Will Not Comply
I never thought I’d live to see the day
When children would be taught that God is dead,
The flag we love, someone would take away,
Or leaders in corruption share a bed.
It matters not to me who ridicules;
I am American, I will rebel.
I’ll keep my God, my guns, my right to use
Free speech the truth to tell.
We never thought to live in tyranny—
Just to stand for truth could mean your life;
We need to recognize we are not free—
We will not save our country without strife.
Will we rise and claim our liberty
Or take the lies and bow to slavery?
Set me free Lord set me free,
Take this evil I lay with away.
Take this torture turn it astray.
Walk with me just let me be.
Look inside my heart to see,
Erase my mind as I do pray.
Renew my spirit all in a day.
Sign me up for a high decree.
Leave all this as dust in the wind,
Scatter past present and future,
I will not falter nor will I bend,
Send it all away with no suture.
Set me free Lord, take this madness and put it in its place.
I must warn you it wears a mask to cover up its ugly face.
(R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich
Ahoy listen to the sounds of bird song
the screaming of the gulls way out to sea
let your mind drift to distant times and long
for freer times when you were a gypsy
Now bound by love you left the road behind
no longer travelling by caravan
your life now is not free but confined
you sit hoping waiting for the mailman
A fiery wanton beauty you once were
you no longer know who you have become
remembering past times as fast they blur
to their memories you have to succumb
Wanton gypsy dance with me by firelight
pleasure me as we dally in moonlight
December 18, 2012
Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach
Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate
Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new
The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?
Right the message through out the halls,
Scream it at the top of your lungs.
Through the echo we hear the call,
And because of our braveness it overcomes.
I don't wanna believe the message,
But it seeps through and thickens my blood.
Like heavy baggage,
It pulls me with the flood.
But while I'm gone,
Keep spreading the words,
Keep singing the same song,
Until they're all cured.
The sentences colder than hypothermia,
That infects worse than septicemia.
He was fiery black and fast as the wind
and dominated his herd tenderly
yet he had ties, silken cords, him to bind
to her that graced his life preciously
He would greet her with a joyous nicker
as he galloped down the slope and whirled
she gave apples from basket of wicker
then he would spin and away he hurled
This magnificent stallion gave his trust
to her alone, her of soft hands and voice
who gave him freedom which was only just
the other people turned his soul to ice
They gave each other much love and respect
freedom was the gift they could both expect
You are the brave.
That is something to be proud of.
You enlisted with ideology of what has to come.
Your days are not by day.
You prepare for tomorrow.
No matter what branch you chose you climb to limb.
To set high above the enemy with the ally
To defeat why you deployed
To conquer peace and to cease war
You will be heroes.
You will be the Wall.
You be the strength that conquers all.
Your mastery of defense and skills, as militant, has withstood the cause.
I welcome you home with open arms and rejoice when you reenter the workforce.
PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014 @ 12:30 A.M. EST!
FROM AN ABUSED LADY
I've known our end is here for sometime now,
but your sweet talking ways led my heart on
to think we'd overcome it all somehow
avoiding what is plain, our love is gone.
So now the truth, and cold reality,
comes to my mind, as sure as do your lies.
And I must put aside what you tell me
but not the truth that's in your lying eyes.
How you could beg my love then go your way
into anothers arms, I shouldn't know,
now time is gone when I'd have more to say
and so I'll simply bid you now to go.
And if your fits of rage leave one more mark,
your future will be bleak, and cold, and dark.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet.
Reaching, crawling, from deep within my dark,
Emerging from an almost endless night.
So thirsty in a land so dry and stark,
But I see the waves, I can see the light.
As I taste the salty blue, my soul stirs.
Reflections of a peace that I once knew,
A calling I can't deny, it allures,
For through these blue skies, I once freely flew.
Cool water awakens my sleeping soul,
Soothing my burns from a journey of pain.
Living so alone, has taken its toll,
Where love is only for personal gain.
A world without air, a world without breathe,
Will be forever home until my death.
Count thy Blessings
Count thy blessings, name them one by one
Compose thyself as pythons do on their preys
Ignite thy spirit to the rising sun
Rejoice with thy hands for points of thy being.
Compose thy songs with a theme of pure praise
Shout a Holy name thee deemed worthwhile
Wine and dine in the hollow of thy soul-
A resourceful asset for impulses,
For pints of freedom worth warm worthy toast
And radiant of clustered wings like birds.
If by chance thee spot ways to noble course
Count it to thy pride by abstracting lines.
Behold how cute to have survived the game
Count thy blessings aloud one by one.
Inspired by ilene Bauer’s poem ‘Pursuit’
Pursuit of happiness
I read a little poem today
I smiled at what the words did say
About pursuit of happiness
Some politician’s words I guess!!
No need to pursue happiness
With joy the power did you, bless
Put your attention deep within
Then watch the happiness begin
It is not people, wealth nor toys
That bless you with this endless joy
It’s in your soul, just coax it out
You must find out what loves about.
Don’t pursue it, just let it in
Find love, and let your life begin.
23 July 2014 @ 0630hrs.
Overly kind _little slow in study
Unskilled in sports; not beautiful was she
He came into life when anybody
Would have made a marriage match not just he
Becoming acquainted at church was their way
He flashed freedom before her youthful eyes
In love she speedily fell that warm spring day
Before she thought or even could realize
She boldly and in secret whispering
Displayed the ring that she now proudly wore
Soon she would be a bride to be longing
For his soon return from his duty tour
Marriage offered change_some for good_
Some for difficulty_ freedom though misunderstood____
Her father said no,
But her eyes screamed yes.
Her body was the kind,
That needed no rest.
What is forbidden,
I desire most.
Especially a woman
With curves to boast.
I saw in her eyes,
Her wild intention.
For me to fulfill
With all my attention.
Later that night,
Guided by moon light
& the smell of perfume,
I crept through the shadows
& found her room.
A pebble or two
Found her attention.
The moment she saw me,
She knew my intention.
So I helped her down
From her window sill.
Her hand was shivering
From the chill & the thrill.
She followed me back
To my secret garden,
Where we made love senselessly
I beg your pardon.
She felt like a virgin
In need of my touch.
Her thighs held my waist
In the tightest clutch.
Daddy’s little girl
Was a girl no more.
In public, a woman
In private, a whore
Her legs were shaking
Beside my ears.
In ecstasy, screaming
Pleasure through tears.
After her climax
She whispered to me,
"Never mind my tears,
They are not of sorrow."
"I know my dear,
Same time tomorrow?"
Gun Play in the Meat Locker
At the bottom in the Mexican bay rests a 22 calibre pistol,
it is in a box and the box is in a plastic bag that moves
with the tide; the gun was mine I had bought it in Galveston.
I had been obsessed with firearms lately, needed a shooter
but didn´t want to buy one bulky cannon difficult to hide,
it was easy to purchase came in a box six bullets included.
Back on board and with trembling hands I placed the gun
inside the frozen carcass of a sheep and tried to sleep.
Night in the bay of Mexico I took the pistol up on the deck
and said. ”bang, bang you are dead. Put the gun back in
Its box and the box in a plastic bag and threw it overboard.
It was a beautiful night and I was free of my obsession with
firearms they make me nervous and I´m satisfied to know
I was not born to be a gunslinger called Morgan Kane.
Breezes brush through the window caressingly,
soft fanning wings powdering my skin;
night's black velvet pricked only by the porch light's glow.
Alone, I feel no fear. Gliding the dark, my twin
has turned gossamer wings toward my tiny light-
metamorphosed--a radiant night creature.
I breathlessly await like culminating event,
faith strengthened by this moth miracle of nature.
Heaven's windows are always flung wide open;
the porches blaze in one eternal, flaming light.
Souls released from dull cocoon entrapments
wing into endless day free of sin's blight.
Life's thin film is splitting, revealing the heart;
spirit wings unfurl, lift and upward start.
November 2, 2014
Chopped II contest
TRESPASSERS SHOULD BE SHOT
Your own computer, where they should not go,
'tis your own place, your Heaven or your Hell
All sacred are the words they should not know,
Nor spy upon, some things you'd never tell.
The scum of life know secrets to the lock,
They play among your bits, yes ev'ry byte.
And troubled nights, not sleeping like a rock
You'll laugh it off, as just imagined plight.
But know you well, conspiracies they thrive,
from cyberspace, they bring you false alarm,
Intimidation keeps their cause alive
Their snooping's meant to bring you naught but harm.
If you've uneasy feeling someone's there
Then know you well, they're with us ev'rywhere.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Emirabitur- Shall Admire
There you are the wind of my lone chamber
When I set to keep all mine from ember
And drop where constructs are most eminent,
Where meditativeness is prominent.
Long lost be me, if not for lunar moon
Descend light that fights random hours of groan.
I will for sure unveil silence abode
Where monstrous would have forsaken off-board.
Let’s believe I have found and learnt the muse
The muse which unimpaired and un-abuse;
And fetch, outstretch, inform and un-slumber,
That which eyes will see and bless good comment:
Less of déjà vu and more of neo-pan,
That the rooftops will sit and grant accord.
Friday February 28, 2014
I’m sorry my dear heroes for our shame
For mothers’ empty tears that now go by
For curses braved so cowards sit and cry
For surely there is someone else to blame
I’m sorry that your glory became lie
That freedom was an easy thought to tame
That while you fought our leaders played a game
That all the hopes of yesterdays now cry
Like flocks of sheep to terror in we cave
To eyes and ears that watch us everyday
Arrested cause our clothes hint misbehave
Our children searched in streets they used to play
Those dreams of liberties whose cost were grave
Are freedoms we now lightly give away
Hope is the torch which keeps darkness at bay
a solitary beacon to show us the way
Hope is the magic that greets the new day
and should be the last thing that we give away
Hope is the dream that will come tomorrow
not a simmering mask underneath your sorrow.
Hope is the sparkle when tears fill you eyes
strengthens hellos and softens goodbyes.
So add hope to all that you have planned
cos sometimes roses do grow on sand.......
When I first came to Algarve I thought I had
to blend in I went to British bars and met
expats, who had never been to a Portuguese
restaurant, yet spent time whining about
the country they lived in now and the country
they had left. Undeterred I tried to fit in and
bought second hand golf clubs and became
a member of a nine hole golf course.
I found the so called sport tedious, but was
intrigued by what is called the rough where I
found bird nests, rabbits and beautiful flowers.
“**** the nature follow the ball,” an irate Brit
shouted at me. In the mood of fitting in, I did
that, but l let my membership payment laps.
She walks amid our dream of brick and stone
dreamt yesterday, then made for time to share,
the spirit of our past, she walks alone,
but she will touch your hand if you are there.
Past cobbler's dens, and Printers Alleyway,
down by The Tannery, the five and dime,
and bakers who arose before the day,
she's known them all, through pages of our time.
And she can sing you dreams from songs forgot;
they made our nation cling to unity;
in lessons sweet, in times where we had not
enough of blood who made our dream to be.
She walks, she is our dream of Liberty,
to welcome those who died to keep us free.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
What are you? You are joy and peace and grace,
But beyond, to the utmost, you are love.
Only love could have lifted me above
The endless toiling of my wretched pace
And cradled me within a resting place,
Where I am held as hand in glove,
A covering of peace but more of love.
My soul arrives with one glance at your face.
We have no need of barter or exchange;
T is true your heart is mine and mine is thine.
There is no broader scope, no field or range
Wherein there lies more freedom than is mine
In being wholly yours. Think it not strange,
For love's true freedom does securely bind.
Written By: D. Collins 10/28/14
There are a lot of people who’ve been married for years.
Then, suddenly find themselves in a world of fears.
The world has evolved while they were at home.
It’s a different story when that marriage is gone.
They soon feel free, and start hitting the streets.
Naïve to predators that are in it for “me”.
They refer to “dating” as if they are nineteen.
But, the world has evolved to being ruthless and mean.
Everyone is hungry, and everyone is a “mark”.
Evolution stepped in to get at all o’ ya'll.
After marriage know the world isn't the same.
Know that people you date are trying to upgrade.
Think “mark” before romance and you’ll have it solved.
Absorb this crash course on how the world evolved.
HERE THEY PARTAKE
HERE THEY UNDERTAKE
THE POPULACE FOR CLAIMED CHANGE
BUT NO VALUABLE RANGE
THE UNDERTAKERS OFTEN MASQUERADE
THE MASQUERADES PARADE
IN-ADVANCE WILL IN WILL
THE WILL UNVEILS SELF-INTERESTS
FOR YOUTH NO JOB INVESTS
FOR POPULACE NO DINNING TABLE
FOR GERINIANS MALADIES INCURABLE
V.I.P GERINIANS ARE EQUAL
IN GERINIA ALL ARE NOT EQUAL
Determining which bridges to burn
As I stand tall, after the tables have turned
Thoughts fall, and burn fires through the floor
Igniting loose ends to the ties that you tore
No more smiles to be forced, I abhor
Stares, as you watch me trip through wrong doors
Longing for answers to mistakes that were born
Sought through the battles, watching faults go to war
Casualties bore, buried without any mourn
Move forward, and see my flames grow warmer
And I step closer now, narrowing the border
Feel the fever, the fury, the scorching inferno
Harbor the horror, and realize, now your cornered
Left with the look in my eyes, as I combust the disorder.
Sometimes we are blind
And do not see that USA
Is much more than
Washington and partisan Politics.
In Kansas they do not care
About Washington they work
Hard and like their ribs and
Drink lots of beer.
America is a great place where
You can enjoy life to the fullest
People give a damn about politics
They leave that to Washington.
Americans don´t know why they are
Hated abroad they watch Fox News
And do not read about killer drones
Falling somewhere far away
America is the peoples Paradise
The innocence of good will, providing
You are not poor and do not
Ask too many awkward questions.
The death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all not one can ever see.
It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.
Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's little left the heart would like to do.
Our works are numbered to our final breath
and rest is not until it's done in death.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
Someone was coming to look at my house,
it is for sale, they should be here at three.
Not being used to people I took 5 milligram
Valium… they didn´t arrive at three, I took
a pill of ten milligram.
Now I was totally relaxed, made coffee and
asked myself why should have to wait.
for people who can´t keep time. I felt a bit
drowsy and fell asleep, heard knocking on
my door but didn´t bother to open.
Spiders web hang from the beams and my
dog who has been dead for ten years still is
on a carpet in the hall. Would be buyers will
only come in to complain, who needs that.
Silence in the aid of future sin
what dreams display the ripple's we can't win
with silence sit thee in the arms of peace
entraped your vission ripple's on the screen
a mind absorbing knowledge as it comes
swampted in thoughts the artist and the queen
you the statue written in the night
with love encassing silence by your side
we do not need the words of little praise
we do not need to loudness of the day
we do not need the biased song of love
we don't abuse the time that we might shave
we simply sit in love without a care
enjoying moments of our simple lives.
The Swans of Bleu Pond
We loved there in Vienna one spring day
as boating on the mirror of Bleu Pond
we thought true love had surely come our way
though time for love for us had scarcely dawned;
your ruby smile was such a joy to see
and won my heart so quick I couldn't think
but when you touched my hand, there could't be
more love than what you made my soul to drink.
And when the swans came by, your finger tips
were on my mouth, I thought that I could die
until I tasted of your passioned lips
that brought me back from where swans never fly.
That summer's now a pleasant memory
the swan song of a love not meant to be.
Our muted friends, you said would never sing
for they're not free to fly, and be their own,
you said our love was that same shackled thing
so beautiful, yet freedom's never known,
and you would just as soon to early die
than clip the wings of love you had for me
and so the love we had, just you and I
was only meant for us to set it free;
and I, in love with love, and in my youth
let loose my heart to soar with swans above
who sought divining ways to search out truth
complying with the need for knowing love.
they still sail on Bleu Pond reminding me
of what was never mine, and I set free.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Here they partake
Here they undertake
The populace for claimed change
But no valuable range
The undertakers often masquerade
The masquerades parade
In-advance will in will
The will unveils self-interests
For youth no job invests
For populace no dining table
For Gerinians maladies incurable
V.I.P Gerinians are equal
In Gerinian all are not equal
A citizen of state and country sir
My words have seemed to print a haenous sculpture
Somehow thy cabinet wishes to stir
My work a threat on citizens to rupture
What guilt doth thee believe that I have writ
To clean the minds of men with skin of mine
Informing them with pride to light their wit
Perceived by thee treason of ghastly fine
How dare thy handcuff flesh that fought thy war
And sentence me imprisonment the same
Shall I confess liberty is a whore
Thus I a pawn inside the "Shepards" game
Thou hath freedom, and with thy freedom mold
Yet thee of lesser God's doth freedom scold
You belong in silhouette to the dream’s theft
And weft with paid desire, look all adoring
At the man who’s made your life bereft
Of actual household dreams, he says it’s boring
Fresh linen, dimity and damask blue
Would be my veil, too, for daring
To ask: did it happen to you too?
And: when did your sorrow go past caring?
Don’t try to leave this room without an answer
Or you’ll turn back – the swathe of silk
In my eyes - you see, at heart a dancer
Each night I come home with the doorstep milk -
In the big bad world to be a cinch in style,
In the good small world to be a bright tear trickling.
by Rosemarie Rowley
IN MEMORY OF HER 2008
Blindfolding Justice, lest the blind might see,
what tyrany's been passed down countless years
by those who make the claim, nobility
are all the ties that bind through death and tears.
What manner of a man stands up to these
annointed to the reign passed down by name?
No archer known to anyone who sees,
could suffer all, lest freedom is his flame.
Do endings end it all, or just begin
the pure of thought, that life is meant to please?
Though he was dragged and naked for his sin,
are kings not lost, and fallen to their knees?
And yet, their holding on is all life shows,
Through centuries royalty still comes and goes.
© ron Arbuthnot
To those who keep the seas free
They place themselves board tiny boats at sea,
floating alone, hoping for savior's mast.
Their homes overran by threshing V.C.
We approached, fearful faces were made fast.
Their hungry eyes looking upward for trust,
one by one we hauled them aboard, swing and hoist.
There were women, children, and old men, we must!
A tent city constructed, their tears moist.
We sank their boat when they were safe aboard.
Grenades to the hull and below she sank.
We sailed them to Hong Kong, for free room and board.
Leaving them, we knew for freedom they thank.
People seek out freedom from oppression.
My shipmates and I survive a lesson.