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Chris Fernandez May 2018
The Absolute Truths of a Sonderer; a project of homelessness and homefoundness.

1. Everything we see or do is an influence
Everything we hear or say is an influence.
We must define good & bad influence, and create accordingly.

2. Our personas exist in four dimensions
At home, at work, in transience, and as digital
All require boundaries, development and love.

3. Everyone is a dreamer, aspiring in their own way.
Share your dreams through demonstration & action.
Don't sacrifice your dream in pursuit of another's

4. Celebrate the diversity of identities people can be
Enrichen your worldview with another's definition of home.
Be weary of mindsets locked to race, gender or nationality.

5. Find comedy in the world's tragedies
Deliver comfort in moments of distress
For happiness isn't opposite of sadness, but rather encompasses it.

6. There is yet to be a human whose mental health stands invincible.
Permitting another to speak may be all the health they need
Acknowledge battle scars do not lie solely on the flesh

7. Wasting your ears is as criminal as wasting words
Seek knowledge, in whatever form, when a listener.
Express love, in whatever form, when a speaker

8. One man's trash may genuinely be another's treasure
Discard people or ideas when their weight grows disproportionate.
All will be reclaimed, repurposed, and reloved.

9. Our vices grant infinite patience for stupidity,
Spirits that steal from the future to consume the present moment
Their intended use will rarely match their outcomes

10. Your value is to be as treasured as your survival
Whether celebrated or beaten, ignored or adored
It is yours alone to define, and yours alone to defend.

I love you all,
Mar 2018 · 182
The Stare
Chris Fernandez Mar 2018
Entrancing, It begins with a glimmer,
Lightning, Striking, through her icy blue eyes,
Breathing in the mystique of her figure
Winks, whispers, and curves on me mesmerize

Her gaze a challenge, her smirk invites dare
Tangled in tango, flirtatious and fun,
My heart cannot stop envisage her bare
Adventure physique, discover someone

****, we’d wrestle, declare our rules of love
Ever-hungry beasts, feast skins with bite marks
Strapped, captured, released, embraced pulls, hard shove
One cataclysmic explosion of sparks

Ideas fill my mind, with your spell-binding stare
But fantasy is lost when those eyes drift elsewhere
Jan 2017 · 308
Letter to Steve's Boss
Chris Fernandez Jan 2017
I struggled these months to write poetry in your name,
Yet the moment you disappear, feelings rushed and writing came,
I lay at night through torture, wondering how we got here,
Succumbing myself through silly regrets, or fragile fears

Truth is I am heartbroken, in a way not felt before,
When the girl that you loved happens to live on next door,
So forgive me for silence; it helps bring me peace,
Time mends all pains, I will make this suffering cease

And as your eyes torment my dreams,
your laugh may be missing from all of these memes,
Your care, done up hair, dead-on stare through me beams,
And I appreciated every moment, as distant as I can seem.

I do wish the best for you, you're someone who deserves all,
But there's a reason they say that with love you must fall,
I made the mistake of sinking for a softball star
The lesson I've learned now is that they hit very hard,

Thank you for being a one of a kind,
And if we don't talk, I hope you don't mind,
I'll get over you, another love I will find,
Praise be to the girl, who once i'd call mine.
Jan 2017 · 790
Work in Progress
Chris Fernandez Jan 2017
How do you love yourself? Here's a place I've found to start
Take your dreams, ideas, worries, wrap them neatly into your heart,
Package away with care, insert directly into your chest,
Shoulder on armour, from any danger keep it apart.

Carry yourself through school, stay weary of gold stars
For teachers glares will tear, red pens cut deep becoming scars
Hold through education; if you must, make it automation
Discovering who you are, from Kindergarten to Registrars

Hang on till graduation, receive that paper degree,
Hunger for learning and self-awareness; ignore the loans and fees,
Know that you know nothing, wipe your eyes and stand tall,
The adult world calls, bring forth your reality
Nov 2016 · 478
Letters to a Lighthouse
Chris Fernandez Nov 2016
So unexpected, guide me through your thought,
As a scheme, so clean, has me under your charm
Faceless beauty, her spirit leaves me caught,
I'll dance along, darling, arm within arm

Antique photos create vivid discourse,
Formatted light brings man closer to muse,
Letting robots paint, through unexplained force,
Gifts of design, our sight shall not abuse

To select one tint, I'd say Aurora,
Like those hair colours painted emerald,
mixed shades of turquoise, the cosmos' flora.
Stumbled upon, speaks an angels herald

Now, I pose, toward your curious mind
What songs, or prose, keep stresses left behind?

Appeared a riddle,
Buried treasure teasing clues,
Reveal your secrets

--

Count the stars while counting your steps, my girl,
Skipping careless upon the edge of the world,
If you were to slip, in my arms you would curl,
or lift me up to sit and watch the waves whirl

Diving with diction, planned like mystery fiction,
Gossip through senses, our voices breed intrigue,
To some, this constriction, would be cause for friction
But we're something special, within our own league

Vast skies painted in pastels mesmerize,
Warm sphere's embrace souls, leaving nothing to guess,
Astonished, you leave me, how we synchronize,
an unwonted psyche I dream to undress

Mix Vagabond, Stadium Love, Get Jiggy,
stirred with Colt 45, Spektor, and Kanye,
One part, don't worry, Two parts, be happy,
Pour upon the strawberry swings of coldplay.

Such careful words, the tension's in this game,
Would we break it, if I were to ask your name?

Queen, rule just and pure,
spark mischief behind barred doors,
Toy soldiers, march forth
--

Village folk decried such madness, those two,
Vaulting barb wire fences, and shabby rusted Fords
Vexing stray hippos, mired in the peacock's blue
Vanishing across great plains, slick tundra, broad fjords

Crooked cobblestones carve patience and plight
Crazed concrete jungles echo no amnesty
Captive Pigeons left captivated by flight
Cheer on escapees who soar past reality

Illusions of reflections spur pleasure,
Incite subtle coaxing, come over for a bite,
Impressed as may be, we care not spoil treasure
Instead conspiring deeper, until it's...just right

Blood ne'er shed freely,
Exhaust all human power,
Claim your Victory.
--

Without a doubt, you've penned one of your greats,
The way your words flow, how it illustrates,
Fingers left speechless, your story asphyxiates,
and to think, this is only one of your unimaginable traits,

So I'll be the first to spoil the rhyme,
I'm sure you'll learn to forgive me in time,
But with an inbox cluttered with junk and grime,
it's fast-coming apparent I'm chatting with a dime,

Curious souls are we, so let's fill up the canvas
Fingerpaint and oils; no drafting, sort-of planless,
Maybe we could do with the other one's madness,
so let me propose an idea; it shouldn't leave you anxious,

Lets find an evening where your heart may be free,
So that we may join together for a lovely cuppa' tea.

Breaking news just in!
Winter echos behind us,
Spring forward once more.
The waters lay murky,
Bright lights hold us afloat a while longer,
The festivals just in sight
Nov 2015 · 490
Untitled
Chris Fernandez Nov 2015
News flash; Must dash.

Alert Bulletin, Networks dial in

Database updating, Query refreshing

Analytics fluctuating, Hits, Clicks, Subscriptions

Trending full swing, #Harbinge

Attention demanding, bittersweet pinging,

Swipe, select,

open link,

accept,

my story I’ve made for you.
With respects to the Nigerian Prince who's transferring me $10bn.

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