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Chris Fortune Apr 2016
My internet has been all jacked up
Can only get on thirty seconds at a time
I'm about to the point where I am fed up
About to call and give a piece of my mind

I pay every month to get service around here
And lately it has been unsatisfactory
It has been so choppy and hasn't been clear
It's really been making my temper refractory

But maybe it has to do with the stormy weather
It has been raining around here the past few days
But I still wish that the connection would come together
I am really tired of the way this connection plays

Maybe it's a sign that I should take a break for awhile
And to step outside and breathe in the fresh air
It's been way too long and I have forgotten how to smile
If I wouldn't have shaved my head I'd be pulling out my hair
Chris Fortune Apr 2016
Never be lonely because you're never alone.
Everything happens for a greater reason.
Very many have suffered from a broken home.
Even the best of things come out of season.
Realize that there is purpose behind the pain.
Bringing out the direction that I can't explain.
Evolving and molding into a brand new form.
Love wins over all and brings on reform.
Only the lonely know how it feels to go through this.
Never deny the purpose and reason that we all exist.
Elements of the universe coexist for a greater plan.
Leaving salvation in the palm of your hands.
Yes it is written and the line is drawn in the sand.
  Apr 2016 Chris Fortune
Isabelle
This morning will be a different one, for he will meet a girl
With an auburn eyes, a winsome smile and a hair that is curl
Strange she is, but in a beautiful kind of strange

The boy will stop and stare, will be lost in her haunting sad eyes
She will not notice, and will never knew, that cupid has
shot the boys young heart

The boy found a reason to go out every morning
To see her again, he was hoping
For her smile becomes the sun that brightens his day

He will sit from afar, and with an admiring eyes, just watch her
She paints, she reads, and sometimes plays with her dog's fur
He will silently watch and enjoy the beautiful scenario

It goes for almost a week
"I must be crazy, why do I stalk this chic?"
But he doesn't know the answer

All he know is, the girl brings peace to his heart
Her eyes and smiles are a piece of a pure art
and her laughs are a song to his ears

He could not explain it, watching her makes him happy
and sends a warm chill to his heart, very fancy
"I need to know her name"

The next day, the boy waited in vain
But the girl never came
"I'll wait again tomorrow"

It's been a week, but she never showed up again
In his chest a sadness and pain
Could not accept, she looked for the girl

He found out that the girl loves to paint
But the smell of the chemical will cause her to faint
That's why she sneaks out and do it once in a while

He found out that the girl loves reading
But her eyes failed her, every letters are dancing
That's why she sneaks out and pretends to read

He also found out that her hair was just a wig
And her red lipstick was to hide her pale lips
And finally he found out her name








With a sound of a breaking heart
He reads her name
*On her graveyard
Church folks, needs educating of forgiveness.
As much as many loves to speak it.
Ministers constantly got to teach it.

A former prisoner visit church for forgiveness to find saints criticizing him.
A woman of ill means visit church and rumors instantly level about her reputation.

Who are we to judge?

We, who think we are better than others?
Has yet to comprehend the message of Jesus love for us.

A minister's falls from grace of the church for the world invaded him with lust.
Now, whom among us?
Is so perfect?

And we wonder?
Why the sinners judges us?
Chris Fortune Apr 2016
From the banks of the Brazos to downtown Dallas.
I play my guitar until my fingers are calloused.
Just to take that drive with my stringbox loaded up.
To get people to listen and for myself to open up.

If I didn't have music I wouldn't be who I am.
My life would be empty and stuck in a jam.
Everything would be a fog and would be melancholy.
To not have this outlet would be my greatest folly.

I thank God for giving me my musical abilities.
I have to tear down the wall to show my qualites.
I have to take time alone to practice and rehearse.
To memorize every chord and memorize every verse.

I drive up to Dallas and the streets of downtown.
Business as usual and there are suits all around.
Not the competition like you see down in Austin.
I would be noticed and the folks would get to talkin'.

From the banks of the Brazos to downtown Dallas.
That's where I will take all of my soulful rhymes.
The music has been slow but I am at square one.
And I will not stop until the music is done.
Chris Fortune Apr 2016
I have to push you away so I can feel the pain.
I don't wanna do this, it drives me insane.
There are some things I just can't explain.
I don't know why I have to live in vain.

I know the pain will not last forever.
Healing takes time, my heart was severed.
It's been many moons, the feelings have weathered.
To stay away from you would make me feel better.

Being with you has made me learn about life.
Don't give too much, they'll take it for granted.
At the end of this tunnel I know there's a light.
The light that leads my life is shining so bright.

I do not regret anything that happened.
Everything that happened is God's master plan.
Maybe he seen that you weren't for me.
But I will always love you, I need to be free.

Carrying the weight has made me much stronger.
Making me feel like my heart is brand new.
Ready for new love, fresh from the start.
But don't go too fast, don't rush the heart.

It tears me up for us to be apart.
But I'm a better man, to play a new part.
I learned about love, and how to let it show.
Be the best you can be, and just let her know.

Don't show it too much, they'll push you away.
That's what happened to me on a rainy February day.
But always reassure them that they're admired.
The fire burns steady, and will never grow tired.

But I will be the best that I can be.
Like me with her, when things were young and free.
And love someone who won't throw it away, just as she did.
And live a happy life, the way that it used to be.
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