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I traveled this life once in search of my treasure
For anything easy which could give me pleasure
My choices were many
A buck or a penny
They all wanted something
My life or my money
Their eyes were all jaded
In faces soon faded
Though now I remember
In early September
The voice in the crowd
The warning out loud
A wizened old crone
Yells: “You’ll be alone.”
The message was wasted, I just could not hear
The din of the music left no room for fear.

I traveled this life then in beauty surrounded
In places where sunshine and nature abounded
The feeling of wonder
Undimmed by the thunder
And flashes of lightning
From clouds to down under
I ran through the rain
Ignoring all pain
My youth was my own
Now soaked to the bone
As if in a play
With nothing to say
The words of a bird
Which I never heard
The colors were muted I felt quite insane
Now heedless and breathless I missed the refrain.

I traveled this life then to see many places
The dull and the dreary with beautiful faces
But if you would dare
To sample the fare
You heeded the warning
To always beware
Of laughter familiar
And manner peculiar
The one who would sleep
Was not yours to keep
Just keep moving on
The show is now gone
No Jack, Jill, or Joan
Once more you’re alone
The bed sheets were wrinkled, and no four-leafed clover—
As aimless I wondered “How could it be over?”

I wandered through life, Pacific, Atlantic
The message I missed oblivious and frantic
I paid no attention
Eschewed all convention
While others still blaming
With dark condescension
Within me the flame
Was seeking to blame
A cadre of gents
With dollars and cents
Whose zero sum game
Of fortune and fame
Had thwarted my laughter
From now ever-after
In vain had I hoped to hear on the phone
The answer I sought while living alone.

I anchored a lifetime in hopes for a cause
And fearlessly battled for years without pause
Great rallies attended
At times apprehended
Thought nothing of giving
The cause I defended
I sought to inspire
Uncover the liar
The world never heeded
What I knew it needed
And yet, to the end
I learned not to bend
So true in my quest
Rejecting the rest
I battled with others till they fell away
As each found a reason why they couldn’t stay.

I traveled a life where my friendships I’d borrow
As happiness faded I turned now to sorrow
But in a reflection
A dream of perfection
Once more I was smiling
Now steeped in affection
The treasure I found
Through reason unbound
Defying all logic
The secret was magick
How could I have known
Why I was alone
Still trying to reach
The star from the beach?
My love bore a flower so radiant and free
It unchained all the hearts who had sought it in me.

J. Sandy
 Mar 2013 Chris Thomas
Julia
It's silly really
Sifting through picture
After picture
Just trying to find
The perfect image
To sum me up.
I don't even know
What it is that I'm
So desperately seeking after.
I've forgotten my purpose,
And doomed myself to choose
An image, not of me,
But of something else
Because honestly,
Using an image of myself is
technically me,
But I'm so much more than an image.
Sometimes I think
It would be better
To choose a random object,
Than a mere reflection of the hypocrite inside.
 Mar 2013 Chris Thomas
mûre
These gasps of light
are the gaps in tonight
these downward globes
of ivory snow.

The world didn't end.
The world
didn't.

My bones lie aching here
writing for love
in this borrowed new year.

I know not whom
I hold most dear
How do I face
The world didn't end...
*another new year?
 Mar 2013 Chris Thomas
mûre
Underneath all of the sea
silver pennies lie
in the echoes of wishes
that fasten me to the sand
dreaming beneath the blanket
of a manta ray, exhaling bubbles
to the astronomy of jellyfish
as I'm rocked in the crush of all the earth's gravity
cradled deeply
within the songs of whales
twenty thousand leagues below the stars.
 Mar 2013 Chris Thomas
Marian
Welcome to Fairyland!
Come dream the hours away,
Then dance with me and the Fairies across the cool sand,
And find the beauty in every day!

Come with me to Fairyland,
Where the Fairies will dance with me and you,
Be sunshine across the warm summer sand;
But I promise your days here will never be blue.

Walk with me to Fairyland,
Where days will never fly,
Where time is not just a grain of sand;
And where dreams and wishes will never die.


*~Marian~
 Mar 2013 Chris Thomas
brooke
I wish i had
the capacity
for affection.
(c) Brooke Otto
I am the rocks, and you are the ocean
Over and over again
Relentlessly
You rush up to meet me
And I am helpless
I cannot turn away
I could tell you its pointless
But I am hopeless and cannot speak
I would not blame you for giving up
You pool in my shallow places
Leaving bits of yourself behind
As you rush out again
You are not leaving, you are gathering strength
And you will never stop trying to smooth out
All my rough edges
~
I am the shore, and you are the waves
With a sound like wings
You come closer
The world holds its breath
Because that is how you affect people
They will all gape, amazed that you do not stay
You rush back out again
They will all gasp
They will be surprised when you return
But I know better
Like I’ve always known
I’ve memorized your rhythms enough
To know they’re eclectic
Your lyrics waltz around a strange, dark truth
Your melody squeaks like a rocking chair
And your bass line drops
Like a ship on ten foot waves
~
I am the land, and you are the sea
Cloudless sky and choppy waters
Fight in your eyes
Here is the place where the sky meets the ocean
There is the feeling I get at the edge of the world
And you are not the calm before the storm
Or the devastation scattered after
You are the still place inside of me while it rages
And you are always there
Even on the worst nights of winter
When everyone else heads for the mountains
I find you
Throwing yourself at the rocks over and over
Desperate to tell me your last secret
Whispering that summer will come again
I got to find me a drink.
It’s been fighting my gut for quite some time now.
I got to find me a drink.
I can feel it clawing up my throat.
I got to find me a drink.
It’s too soon, but it’s rattling my voice box.
I got to find me a drink.
It’s begging to be released.
Shouted.
Absorbed.
I got to find me a drink.
I can feel it creeping along my tongue.
I got to find me a drink.
Every day, it crashes against the back of my teeth.
I got to find me a drink.
I’m not thirsty.
I’m choking.
& Lord knows, love never goes down easy.
 Feb 2013 Chris Thomas
Marian
Where pirates used to hunt for gold and burried treasures under the ocean
where waves dash against the beach of time where time is infinite and forever
where time never fades
where palm trees hang their lacy green leaves which provide shade
for all who sit upon this beach and few people live in this tropical paradise
but I sit here on the sandy beach and could forever
seashells all around me lie on this tropical beach
and I am just so content to watch the waves washing against the shore
and I gaze up to the rocky island cliffs which hold the beautiful
lacy palm trees which are my favourite of all
and hibiscus flowers are soaking in the beauty of the bright sun
little fishes beneath the ocean where pink coral and sea-green seaweed grow
while the sunrays hit below the ocean
little mossy pebbles and gems are beneath the pretty ocean
dolphins hop and dive back under the deep blue ocean
there they run and hide to escape the cruel teeth of sharks

*~Marian~
 Feb 2013 Chris Thomas
Marian
Fairies live in the Enchanted Forests
Where breezes cool their beautiful faces
A forest where there are never tourists
Where Fairies are dressed in pretty laces
Where sunrays shine across the Forest path
So picturesque, beautiful, and divine
Have you seen this place? No one ever hath
Except me and the Fairies of Sunshine
This is where the beautiful Fairies dance
Forever and into eternity
Where breezes blow and in one quick sweet glance
They fly away where I cannot them see
Tonight they'll be singing a lullaby
And the Moon will watch from the deep blue sky

*~Marian~
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