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Chris Ellison Jan 2013
Don't follow
Don't lead
Proceed

If you have never done something, do it.
Who's holding you back from the way you act?
Your Dad, Girlfriend, Boyfriend or Mother?
Uncle, Aunt, Sister or Brother?
Friends?

No, you are holing back.
All you do is talk about skills you lack.
If you took all your skills and put them in a stack,
It could get you to the moon, then back.
Stop bein so whack

Because you are human.
All you mean to do is learn and adapt.
So go back to your roots.
There's nothing wrong with that.

You'll realize your physical body is the trick in fact.
And that's scary at first, but for better or for worse
You shed the veil, the forgotten curse.
This is an event one cannot rehearse.
Chris Ellison Mar 2012
When it is open,
you can see.
Everything here
is meant to be.

The sad,
mad,
happy,
glad.

Experiences to be had.

Loving,
losing,
begging,
choosing.

When you know that,
it goes easy.
No queasy,
unsettled stomach
mixed with a broken heart.

No wishing to restart,
because it's all a part.
With one start.

So, don't diminish before the finish.
Don't get cocky after a scrimmage.
Don't get mad because you have to do the dishes.
Don't be sad your friends sleeping with the fishes.

The life you have,
has it's own salve.

It may take one thousand lives for you,
but you can help you through.
As long as you keep it open.
I'm not jokin'.

If you can't open it,
be with it.
Learn it,
understand it.

The mind is insane,
like an open flame to propane.

My desire is to spread knowledge,
like wild fire.

Mine is open.
Peaceful?
Serene?
Beautiful?
No.

Just content,
unbent.
And ready for anything.
Chris Ellison Mar 2012
Hungry.
but all I have is cigarettes,
so I smoke.

Exhausted from all this walking.
I sit down,
hand out.

Do you have any spare change?
"No, sorry."
Everyone answers the same.

Strive
(but for what?)
(you're no body)
Just a homeless man

A pillow would be nice.
But I would have no where to keep it?
My life is like a secret.

Another cigarette.
(only 2 left)
(need to make them last)

Stomach is knotted
(better find food)
I know the town,
there is a store close by.

"Hello sir, how are you?"
Fine, thanks.

I walk around the store.
The smell of food,
cancels the hunger.

But just in case,
I stole a candy bar.

I sit down to eat,
and smoke another cigarette.
Put my hand out.

(the people here are generous)
I got twenty dollars here once.
Bought three packs of cigarettes,
and a lighter.

A five dollar bill,
falls into frame.

I look around,
no one near.
It must be a sign.
Somebody is telling me to wake up, inside.

There's that candy bar.
Oh so good.
Finish it off with a cigarette.

Then I will buy another pack.
Chris Ellison Apr 2011
Wind, rushing
Up and down the body
Hair, like wildfire
Hands, held together
Struggling for warmth

I feel the wind
In between my toes
like rushing water through a canyon
Feeling smaller with every gust
Eroding

My body
Shivering
Muscles spasm uncontrollably
I need clothes
I need shelter

The bone chilling air comes over me once more
I have no more hope
No more drive
I stop
And let the snow fall
Chris Ellison Jan 2011
Here I am

Once again
Better than I was before

I'm tired of being walked all over
I'm tired of being treated like a floor

It is time to get up
Time to open a new door

Everyday is different for you
Never making up your mind

My mind had been set
My love, you can no longer find

I will always miss you dearly
And keep you close inside my heart

But, I think it's for the better
If we head back to the start

I do not wish for pain
for the time we are apart

Seperation makes the heart grow fonder
Chris Ellison
Chris Ellison Jan 2011
I so desperately crawl
Somewhere safe

Where I can rest

This pain I felt in my chest
So ordinary
It almost tells me
Life is hard

So I crawled down a forever winding road

A road so long,
the only end is a hole

So I ventured into that hole

It became my home

I loved it down there
laughing everyday
loving everyday
not a care in the world

But, then I had realized
That this was no longer
A nice place

Something happened,
that I cannot even explain

I wanted to leave my home
Forever

It was no longer a safe place

Not for my body
Not for my mind

But, everytime I went to get out of that hole I called home
Something pushed me back in

Then
light as bright as a new mornings sun,
handed me a rope

This rope screamed my name,
So loud I was frightened to grab a hold

I was elevated from this hole

Into the world I was missing

This sun was so nice to me
Always wanting me to do good things

Helping me move through in a positive way

The sun transformed into a woman
I loved this woman

She always listened
and cared

I became in love with this woman so quickly
I scared myself

I was so afraid of this emotion I felt
I didn't speak

I just did whatever the woman wanted

I was found by a lover that was not only my way out of the darkness, but it was a lover who needed and still needs help out of their own darkness.
Chris Ellison
Chris Ellison Jan 2011
Laughter
Adventure
Fun
and Games

We all knew each other
And also each of our names

We played so well together
Didn't get bored when we were together

Everything always ended in a laugh



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Now we don't know each other
We barely speak to each other

That laughter
Those games
That fun
And adventure
is now circling down the drain

Now when we are near one another
We are not sane

Everything ends up in tears
Chris Ellison
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