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...but people study
  not see you as you are
  in closest scrutiny
  with thoughts remote and far
What we can be depends on the extent of our vision and imagination- we have to reach out beyond our self to realise our full potential.
 Nov 2020 Chris Balase
Mitch Prax
I do not belong
to a person nor a place
nor to anything

6:16 PM
7/11/20
 Nov 2020 Chris Balase
E
Tranquility
 Nov 2020 Chris Balase
E
Lay by the purple meadow sea,
where eternal dreams may be,
only in time will it flourish in me,
In a rural life, where my last breath should be
the day I waited
on the curb

it was your turn
to have me

I had no watch
I could not tell time

to stop moving
so it passed

and when the
street lights came on

she decided it was
time to get me

she held my hand
and squeezed

trying to mend
my broken heart
I knew more
  of dad's past life
  not from anyone
  but through his eyes
I want my love back,
I would still walk
with my love
in this park
and by the lake.

I want my love back,
I would still swim
in the water
like a duck
in the dusk.

I want my love back,
I would still wake
me up with love
for a morning walk
on the sidewalk.

I want my love back,
I would still talk
to my love
without any balk
and keep it dark!
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Whatever you do,
I have so much respect for you.
This year may be a bit harder,
but you’re awesome for keeping it together.
It’s okay to get tired even with simple things.
Rest and then keep going.
Year 2020 is chaotic for everyone. Hope you become kinder to everyone you encounter.
 Oct 2020 Chris Balase
Astral
Poetry
 Oct 2020 Chris Balase
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 Oct 2020 Chris Balase
KHY
Rejected
 Oct 2020 Chris Balase
KHY
You’ve infected that part of me
that cries when I’m alone
Now my tears are iron chains
that block me from the sun
I feel none
I feel none
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