Chris T

Chris T May 2013

...I was lost
Behind the garden
Where words grow
High and green
Where the trees
Bear fruit to books
Where the old man
And the child sat
To drink tea
Where the animals
Sang and debated
In their insane way
Where the river
Flowed the poets
Rhymes and voice
Where the sky
Drew cloudy art
Where rain fell
Cold and relaxed
Where the wind
Whispered our fate
Where we smoked
and ate side the fire
Somewhere along
This journey
I was lost...

Writing and reading. The only two friends that'll never betray us. I was lost, I am lost, and I refuse to be found. What about you?

Chris T Apr 2013

13th Street Puzzle

I waited for hours
On that stool
Watching the ghosts
Pass come and go
Arriving upright
And quiet
Leaving dizzy
And loud
So loud
As if
Trying to shout
So that the cruelness
Of their days get scared
And not come back again
I ordered for myself
A drink
And another
Trying to decipher
This puzzle
They didn’t drink
For fun
For enjoyment
They drank
Same as I
To ****
Sadness
Loneliness
I sat on that stool
For so long
The specters
Unrecognizable
Blurry faces
Buried in mugs
And glasses
Bodies tied in coats
Workman's suits
Smeared makeup
They stank
Of dead dreams
Here’s to
You
Me
And another round
Please
Cheers
Fellow ghosts o' 13thSt.

Chris T Apr 2013

The Painting Is Unconventional

Failing to comprehend
The idea painted
In colors gray and white
Dull and sad
Not a smile
Among it
The picture spoke
In foreign tongues
Flashing its surreal
Blood
A chalice was brought
So that it'd flow
And then ‘d drink
Absorbing the
Terrifying truths
Scattered upon
The canvas yard

Chris T Apr 2013

To _______

What was it
But melting candles
As they burn through
The loud silence of the night
A flame dancing the waltz
With the voice of the wind
As it sang their melody
And we watched
The melting candles
Our eyes meeting
Wine stung kisses
And wet bed and sheets
Cool, so cool to the touch,
Skin golden, a treasure,
The memories quick to flee
Another lost
What was it

This is an old one. Like 2010. Could use a new title... suggestions?

Chris T Apr 2013

Ship On Black Cloud Sea

A ship floating on a sea
A sea of black clouds
Wave after wave of darkness
And the ship sails on
No salt stings the air
No seagulls sing high
The taste of bitter death
Or rather not death but life
Death seems sweet
A sweet thing to live for
Live to die
Live to sail
To sail on the black clouds
To sail on the ship
To thrash about the waves
Waves continue the slam
It won’t sink
We’ll make it
To the port
I see the lighthouse
Sitting above that spike
That sharp tooth of a hill
Lighting the way
Sail on
Sail on

I'm not so sure about this one but they say that the best poetry is spontaneous.
I guess it is.

Chris T Apr 2013

Circus!

It's a circus
Without the tent,
Without the colors,
Without the fun.
A mad circus.
And the carnies and the freaks,
That's you and me and them,
my friend.
To whom do we perform to?
Ask yourself that!

I don't know.
This popped into my head when I was writing a Facebook status.
Imagine that!
Not bad in my opinion...
I do need a better title,
suggestions would be nice.

Chris T Apr 2013

Flower (10w)

The
last
flower
in our
garden bloomed
yesterday.

It’s smiling.

I never do the 10 word thing.
This is my first try.
What do y'all think?