Even at my age,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Languishing among towering clouds,
A lofty empire, lost kingdoms,
Perhaps a strange magical realm,
Thriving with dwarves and giants,
Maidens in towers awaiting rescue,
Where lone horse warriors wander,
Maybe observing us, far below.

Must be a poetic creative thing,
Or simply the child deep within,
Viewing through the eyes of the man,
Dreaming ancient days of long ago,
When the child yearned to be grown,
To know all there is to know,
Never appreciating escapism,
The chance to drift within time,
Ponder upon distant, aerial, worlds.

Or maybe I’m just a dreamer,
That and nothing more, hmm,
Telling myself, I am a poet,
A procrastinating creative spirit,
In love with the trappings of art,
The child asleep within wisdom,
Languishing among towering clouds,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Even at my age.

©Paul M Chafer 2015

Pictures of dead people I know
are smiling and are so full of life
hanging on my wall
reminding me
to seize this day,
because it's not cliche,
and it won't come again.

In sheets and stone
presently wrapped up
nice and tightly tucked in:

A close embrace
of the earth

Play mountain- with the
hill a slide- the slide
a hill and the swing

Drawn up on all corners:
the equating shift
of gravity and the
aesthetic

All day,
everyday,
people try
desperately
to tell us
who they are
and we
ignore them
because
we want them
to be someone
else.

~ mce

If honesty is with everyone and in everything ,then                                         It's called clear dishonesty ...                                                                                 Honesty tells itself                                                                                                  By itself ...                                                                                                                 We can not mix both                                                                                               Honesty and dishonesty                                                                                        Anytime,anywhere,and everywhere                                                                   Simply because they are both                                                                               Like parallel lines that never meet                                                                      Even if they try anytime ...

10 months
43 and a half weeks
305 days
7,320 hours
439,200 minutes
26,352,000 seconds

I've been sleeping in your shirts for 10 months
I've spent 43 and a half weeks missing your touch
I've visited your grave 305 days straight
I've played your last voicemail 7,320 times
I've survived 439,200 minutes without you
And I can remember all 26,352,000 seconds since you left