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Nov 15 · 110
in Tongues
Chandler Ames Nov 15
if tongues were a weapon
and harsh words a crime
everyone would be fully armed
but serving their sentence for life
Nov 15 · 27
Chandler Ames Nov 15
steps intentional
he's headed your way
take heed!
when he arrives
be certain there's nothing left to do
except greet him
Nov 15 · 15
Chandler Ames Nov 15
Who is my Father?
I should like to know
Forget your Father
He wants to sift your soul

Who is my Enemy?
I should like to know
Meet your Enemy
He wants to bring you home

Meet my Enemy?
How can this be?
Follow Him home
He will be your family

You started a war
You cannot win
Wave the white flag
Be embraced
Be adopted
Nov 15 · 66
Chandler Ames Nov 15
My Friend has called to me
His words have reached my ear

My neighbors speak to me
They beg to keep me near

My pack is heavy, full o' hope
My sword is ready, swift and sure

I enter Mirkwood
I leave my neighbors behind

I walk among darkness
Ready to give my life

The enemies strike
I recall my Friend - I flee and flight

I run through Mirkwood
Alas, I see the light!

Across the River Running
My Friend greets me from afar

Headlong into the River Running
I gasp as my Friend brings me on the shore

I lost my pack in the River Running
But it makes my Friend's embrace sweeter evermore!
Mar 4 · 37
Family Tree
Need gives birth to Desire
Desire hides behind her mother
Appreciation decays to Addiction
Until Appetite refuses Satiation
Dependency’s family tree
Can be quite controlling
Mar 2 · 31
Hot Sand
the barefooted blind man complains
about the hot sand under his feet
when all he wants is water
of the oasis a few steps away
and he turns from his guide

journeys are many moments
that take trust, patience, and grace
Chandler Ames Feb 26
bully and beast
tummy and tongue
circus trainers thankful
that they tame lions
Feb 26 · 744
Stubborn Sparrow
Chandler Ames Feb 26
out there somewhere
exists a world where no task remains
straight and narrow
nest for each sparrow

waves steady fill e'ery shore
fill my eyes with chore
ah, close to sleep
still scattered sheep

go on and slumber
go on and fold your hands
drink your wine in remembrance
but forget about the broken bread
dogs will eat those falling crumbs that the baker loves
scattered sheep become the choicest meat
but hired hands never weep over flocks and fleece
lost to dogs on another's land

quite the comedy that the sparrow learns to fly
pushed out o' nest at the most convenient time
quite the travesty that a shepherd must leave the 99
in chase of what was forced out the 'fold.

ocean waves turn from tasks to tears
as understanding fills the years
my brother suffers, my neighbor dies
as the fragrance of my Father's love
turns to rot and stench and sty
but the birdbath's baptism is too wet
so i'll go on a crooked wretch

out there somewhere
exists a world where one less task remains
trust and treasure
nest for one more feather
and while i don't know where it lie
i know which way to fly
but i never liked migrations
more than the bed where i'll die
Dec 2019 · 143
The Drunk
Chandler Ames Dec 2019
I grew up a little boy
With a mom and a specter
Looking for food
Looking for love
By 13 I hadn’t learned yet to read
My friends and I ran the streets
Looking for blood
Looking for love
By 17 I was on my own
My friends shot, and shots became my friend
Looking to numb
Looking for love
By 25 I was a father of three
My kids dependent on me, and I went to drink
Looking to run
Looking for love
By 40 I didn’t remember anything
Woke up in Jail, again, and needing to think
Looking to God
Looking for love
By 50 I’m still on the street
By 50 I still have to drink
A man stopped by to greet
He asked me some questions
Gave me some food
And I cried
He came back, and was angry that after two days, I still hadn’t changed
But it was 50 years that made me this way
The man went home
Looked in the mirror
And saw that he was a drunk like me
Unable to change on his own
And where he had met another with hate
He was met with love
And he hated himself for it.
Why do we hate ourselves?
Jul 2019 · 240
Little Light of Mine
Chandler Ames Jul 2019
I think I know what I believe
Then I don't
I do know what I don't believe
Everyone else knows what I believe
More than me
They see how I live
Jun 2019 · 174
Chandler Ames Jun 2019
chasing a ghost
looking behind the curtains of belief
in the closets of statements
chasing a ghost
checking the cabinets of actions
down the stairs to the heart
I see the ghosts
and I **** them with judgment
in the name of perfection
I see the people
******! I’m a murderer!
making more ghosts to chase
keeping me lonely forever
Jun 2019 · 212
Chandler Ames Jun 2019
what good is the strongest motor
if the boat is sailed into the rocks
thus, what good is our desire
if it motivates us to destruction
humanity, all hedonist and epicurean
every pleasure exists, to man, in a closed palm
as fists **** the butterflies of pleasure
in an attempt to make permanent
what is by nature fleeting
let go
open your hand
admire and enjoy
Jun 2019 · 262
Proper Approach
Chandler Ames Jun 2019
Tarry too much, her mind eluded
Hasty in lust, her desire excluded
Faithful with trust, well and proven
Love is such, balance in movement
May 2019 · 236
the Irony of Fear
Chandler Ames May 2019
ironies tethered to existence
all is dissonance
when gripped tight
grown men cry
over loss of life
that could ne’er be kept from the start
nor ever belonged to them
May 2019 · 286
The Gap
Chandler Ames May 2019
I can’t wait until I’m                      content.

                                  in the heavens
May 2019 · 386
The Bloodiest Battlefield
Chandler Ames May 2019
the pen is still mightier than the sword
the keyboard yet superior to the grenade
and the internet is the bloodiest battlefield
upon which my eyes have ever gazed
May 2019 · 554
Chandler Ames May 2019
.                 every time
               I                  write
          I                            l­ive
       I                 Me               act
           it                         looks
              like                this
                    ­    help
May 2019 · 286
Chandler Ames May 2019
it              doesn't      
      make                                sense      to
put                space          between       my
            words           so                       why
do                   we             live         this          
       way                instead        of

abiding, living together in community
May 2019 · 198
Chandler Ames May 2019
on top
of others
and pretend
to be squished
so that you don't
feel guilt or shame
knowing others must
bear your heavy weight
while you stay comfortable
To you, the poor in unison say,
May 2019 · 284
Chandler Ames May 2019
.                                            Word and Truth
                                        in, of, for, with
                                   yet, you're here
                              nobody around                      
.                       difficulty, doubt
                    feel like home
              doesn't always
          meet with G-d
     the stairs to
Climbing up
May 2019 · 927
Geocentric Universe
Chandler Ames May 2019
in the geocentric universe
spontaneous combustion
contagious leprosy
the atlantic leads to india
blood-letting heals
along with lobotomy                          
indulgences will save souls                                           (hi, i am Truth)
when they fall off the edge
of this world of loud and
commonly held beliefs
women shouldn't think      
and racism doesn't exist      
welcome to where we live
If you’re reading from a phone, this poem must be read in landscape (not portrait)
May 2019 · 176
Humble Servant
Chandler Ames May 2019
Dear G-d
I want to be great
Your humble servant
please make me
Your shining example
in this wicked world
i want to be Your leader
To be on the top
To be at Your right hand
G-d, do You hear my prayer?
Why am I all the way

down here?
May 2019 · 286
Chandler Ames May 2019
I don't apologize
when I misspeak
Misspeak is
my language
to hide
from truths that will
bring visions
of justice to light
in the world
so i misspeak
slowly, my cons c i e n c e
s e p a r  a    t    e      s
a d    th n      d i s a p  e a
Apr 2019 · 99
Let's Do Another
Chandler Ames Apr 2019
How do you solve a puzzle
When you don't know how many pieces
10 pieces can create a pretty picture
But doesn't reflect the thousand-piece jigsaw
We're missing so many pieces
Any conclusion is a jump
How could you know if it's finished
Yet we're still just children
Forcing the parts to fit
Celebrating the completion
Celebrating the picture
So proud
So proud
In walks our Father and Mother and Love
To tell us not quite
And we don't believe them
Because how could they be right?
They don't see this picture the way I do
It's done and it's beautiful
Let's do another

And so it goes
Justice is served
I'm glad that they got
Exactly what they deserved
Let's do another

— The End —