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Chris Nov 2015
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It is on these days
when my heart longs,
wandering down lonely paths
bordered by indecision

When thoughts drift
on empty breezes,
lost in northern wishes
rustling empty leaves falling

As sunset lingers
staring from distant horizons
in clouded thoughts
at the end of the day

While moonlight shimmers,
once a glow anticipated
are now an annoying light
blinding happiness

And my world darkens
behind drawn curtains
in a desolate room
sadly decorated in silence
Missing her.
Chris Nov 2015


*Yours is the love
that does live in my heart
It is the glue
when my world falls apart

Provides the sun
as the clouds come to call
Lifts me right up
if I stumble and fall

Lightens my load
when it's too much to bear
When I am lonely
it tells me you're there

If I am crying
it dries all my tears
When I am frightened
it chases my fears

Gives me the strength
when I'm fragile and weak
Shows me the way
if the path I do seek

Brings out my smile
every time I am blue
I hope my love
does the same thing for you
Chris Nov 2015
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Gently we lie
under cosmic glowing shimmers
Satin and sheen
on this moonlit night divine

Feeling the touch
of your skin as soft as whispers
Tasting your lips
sweet as wild cherry wine

Here in your eyes
I see heaven's smile reflecting
Deeply I breathe
in the essence of your sighs

Drenched in your flesh
with the heat of passion flowing
Two silhouettes
beneath dark November skies

Lost in this night
as the universe is blushing
Glistened desire,
falling star dust from above

Holding you tight
on this evening of forever
Sharing our dreams,
perfect moments spent in love


~
Chris Nov 2015
~  


Inspired wishes
Lingering view
Only one thought
Visions of you
Everyday dreaming  
Yearning your kiss
Offering whispers
Unending bliss




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I wrote this sitting in the
Endodontists chair today, thinking of someone special, while waiting
for the novocain to take hold
to have a root canal done.
Chris Nov 2015
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*A face and a hand in a grand illustration,
still in the corner I hide
Formed of this feel and its lengthened frustration,
longing to come but inside

Thoughts that I bear, like a weight ever growing,
changing my whole point of view
Staring the crowd it is who I am knowing,
given the old and the new

Moving a bit, to evade their detection,
what would the words seem to say
Scared and amiss and in fear of rejection,
cast but the hours away

A shrug of my shoulders, the look on my face,
all as an act and a dream
For I have fallen this road to retrace,
loneliness now starts the theme

When in the distance I hear as I’m falling,
voices I tend to believe
Giving me guidance, so long I’ve been calling,
waiting this time to receive  

Take what you want, it can't wait any longer,
nothing to lose but regret
Tell her your feelings and watch it grow stronger,
jump in, get both your feet wet

I heeded their message and ended the crying,
reached for her out of the blue
Showed her a love that was endless, undying,
proving to always be true

Now with her hand on these future endeavors,
placing our pen at the start
Words on the page we are writing together,
verses of love from the heart
Chris Nov 2015
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No one knows what goes
on behind the kitchen door
You can guess and assume,
ask questions, seek answers
or sling accusations
hoping the batter will stick
But there are reasons
some choose to slip
behind a disguise
of safe netting

Perhaps scars
of the past are not
that appealing when the
mirror is faced
reflecting bad memories
or maybe threats falling
like the sky on that
little chicken’s head
are taken seriously

It could be shadows
lingering behind foggy curtains
cryptic fingers reaching,
manhandling innocence
or something as simple
as shyness fluttering
like a soft breeze
sending chills on a
warm summer day

Maybe artistic endeavors,
creative images circled
on a recipe card to bring a smile
or those who were
falsely accused hiding from
a jury of peering eyes
that leaned towards
the popular side
of the truth

Or sadly to throw stones,
spit venom
from a forked tongue,
troll from beneath
a fairytale bridge
(Three Billy Goat’s Gruff)
built on jealousy
and rickety thoughts

Anyway…
people are people,
reasons are reasons
It takes all kinds
to make a stew
that has all of the flavors
to create a poetic feast
even if we don’t know each
ingredient by its correct name
Who are we to judge? People are people, we are all different. We all have different problems and fears.
Chris Nov 2015
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It matters not the time or place,
the hour or the year
The many obstacles you face
of endless mounting fear

Troubles that do plague your mind
nor shadows where you weep
Hidden truths you often find
in memories locked deep

Secrets that can eat away
so very hard to share
Mirrors that reflect the pain
in eyes afraid to stare

Whenever sorrow grips your hand
and tries to pull you through
The words I hope you understand,
“I’m always here for you”
True friends are always friends no matter what…no matter what
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