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Chris Balase Jun 18
Though my hands falter, and memory fades, though silence mocks what time once praised— still I press on, a nameless mason, laying truths I carved from shame.

I raise no banner, claim no throne, but whisper into winds unknown: “If not for glory, then for grace, that one may rise from this same place.”

Let ashes speak where tongues fall still, and let these stones outlast my will. For in the dusk of spent desire, a single spark can birth a fire.

So let these hands, though bruised and worn, etch quiet hope in break of morn. Not for acclaim, nor out of pride, but so one day, someone might find—

among the ashes, amid the dust, a trace of love, a seed of trust. That though I faltered, I still gave, and from these ruins, left something brave.
Chris Balase Jun 2024
I
I shared with them
My fears
And they used them against me

They spat
on my face
Because I'm different

They don't see
That I am losing this
War that has been waging
In my soul for years...

So I
Now I
Will be alone.

Like a dying beast
Forever burdened
After its use
Has been abused

Like a worn-out tool
Remembering
Its usefulness to the world

So I
Now I
Will tread this alone.
Chris Balase May 2024
Please understand
that I'll do what I can
to move away from you, and...
to forget you while I can

so please, understand
Chris Balase May 2024
God, your eyes
Slivering, tempting, unrefined
Luring my senses behind.
  
  God, your eyes.
Chris Balase May 2024
I've prayed for you
a million times
before I laid
my eyes unto yours

I've dreamt of this
for a thousand summers
before your sunshine
shone deep unto my abyss
Chris Balase Aug 2023
Thank you for saving this poor old soul
tired and trembling on my knees
dazed and puked from spinning around
trapped in a cycle was me

In an untimely manner in this unlikely world
you came and brought life and glee
now we spend each day with promises held
there's now hope in thine eyes I see

Thank you for saving this poor old soul
thank you for saving me
Chris Balase Feb 2023
The soup was cold
The veggies were bland
The meat, mediocre
The dessert was placed
    in a paper cup.


But my heart is full
Because I am spending this special day with you.

I love you
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