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May 2013 · 1.9k
Hopes, Not Expectations
Chris Thomas May 2013
I used to think I knew the route,
The path our lives would take.
Just sit back, enjoy the ride,
Of predetermined fate.

I hoped we'd last forever,
I knew we'd make it last,
But one thing after another,
We could not stand steadfast.

I'd love to give us one more shot,
A chance for happiness.
Every little fault we had,
We’d defuse and then discuss.

There’s one thing still that worries me,
Just where would we settle down?
A world apart from East to West,
Could love turn this around?
May 2013 · 983
I Do My Dreaming In The Day
Chris Thomas May 2013
As soon as I fall fast asleep,
I wake up the next morning.
The whole night gone in the blink of an eye,
as the new day is dawning.

I do my dreaming in the day,
since they don't come at night.
I forge brand new realities,
where my dreams can take flight.

They say that I can't concentrate,
when they see me drifting off,
but my imagination helps me,
think outside the box.

I get such wild ideas,
the tangents I could take...
I just wish they would come at night,
to give my mind a break.
May 2013 · 1.5k
M5:5 v.2.0
Chris Thomas May 2013
It is not the meek than shall inherit the New Earth,
But the popular and the bold.
Big Brother's hand-picked champions
Have a new place to grow old.

The people's elected ambassadors,
Sent for science, for progress, for hope.
For entertainment, for the future,
For knowledge to elope.

To start anew in a cosmic haze,
Under an electric eye's gaze.
May 2013 · 964
From Green and Blue to Red
Chris Thomas May 2013
Goodbye this world of blue and green,
and its four corners I've not seen,
good people far and in between,
still searching for forgotten dreams.

Goodbye my family and friends,
unwittingly repeating trends,
the childish banter never ends,
when leaders fail to make amends.

Goodbye the things that I will miss,
the scent of grass, a loved one's kiss,
I choose to cross the great abyss,
with memories to reminisce.

So goodbye Earth before you're dead,
I'll leave this land for pastures red,
with hopes and dreams that fill my head,
I'll start a new life there instead.
Apr 2013 · 750
ballad of a house cat
Chris Thomas Apr 2013
Sitting by the window,
Staring at the sky,
Life's not much fun for house cats,
Forever stuck inside.

Little birds up in the trees,
Look like a tasty treat,
I see friends and enemies,
Ill never get to meet.

Giants seem to come and go,
Through things that they call doors,
They make them work with things called hands,
I'm stuck here with these paws.

One day I'll break out of here,
I'll make a dash and hide,
Life's not much fun for house cats,
Forever stuck inside.
Mar 2013 · 1.4k
What could we be?
Chris Thomas Mar 2013
If I was granted just one wish,
for how we'd spend our lives,
I'd have to give it so much thought,
till perfect plans arrive.

We could be lovers on the wing,
soaring through the air,
but I think flight is overrated,
there's lots more we could share.

We could be swingers in the trees,
laughing with the chimps.
I'm sure we'd be entertained,
but there's so much more to glimpse.

We could see the great savannah,
stampeding cross the plains,
being one with mother nature,
but I'm sure we'd be drained.

I think we're more like little otters,
splashing playfully.
Holding hands we rock to sleep,
we'll never drift at sea.
Mar 2013 · 823
A Forest of Possibilities
Chris Thomas Mar 2013
Will I be a treasure chest?
Or will I be a boat?
Will I be a creaky door,
where someone hangs their coat?

I could be a camp-fire,
shining bright for all,
but I still have some growing to do...
One day I'll be tall.
Mar 2013 · 1.4k
Sedimentary Battlements
Chris Thomas Mar 2013
The storm rages on,
an endless cycle.
Territory won and lost daily,
doomed to repeat.

Relentless waves of attack,
pounding upon steadfast walls
lined with tiny timbers,
encrusted in golden pebble-dash,  
the armour of Poseidon's minions
on display as grim defiance.

The tides of battle turn constantly,
but with each assault the fortress falters.
Foamy charges batter and breach,
tearing down the walls,
melting into nothing.

With just sand, sticks and shells left,
strewn over the battlefield,
the war is over...
Until, the next summer's day
Feb 2013 · 765
I miss dreaming
Chris Thomas Feb 2013
Must I lay and wait here scheming,
While the world can drift off dreaming,
Of days filled with love and feeling.
I just glare up at the ceiling.

How I wish I could be sleeping,  
The clock ticks on, still time keeping.
Cars outside, horns are beeping,
Exasperated, almost weeping.

All the helplessness I'm feeling,
Devoid of reason and of meaning.
Oh I'd find it so appealing,
If I could just lay here dreaming.
Feb 2013 · 683
If Only I Could
Chris Thomas Feb 2013
If I could reach you one more time,
I'd tell you all is forgiven.

If I could see you one more time,
Your beauty would not be lost on me.

If I could hold you one more time,
I'd never let go.

If I could love you one more time,
Our flame would never go out.

If I could trust you one more time,
My frozen heart would melt.

If only I could...
Feb 2013 · 925
Piracy
Chris Thomas Feb 2013
Thats right, I took it!
Take it back if you want to,
I'll wait as you try.
Chris Thomas Feb 2013
For the drone that flies
quickest, fastest, straight and true,
the queen bee cares not
Feb 2013 · 813
Good Old Rum
Chris Thomas Feb 2013
i ask mySelf why,
but hAVe no answErs, just ***.
now i reMembEr.
Feb 2013 · 1.0k
Origami
Chris Thomas Feb 2013
Folded precision,
from plain page to final form,
At last, I take flight
Feb 2013 · 436
Sad Fairy Tanka
Chris Thomas Feb 2013
Let not one tree fall,
The fairy whispered to me.
I tried but I failed.
She never came back to me.
No matter how much I begged.
Feb 2013 · 685
How The World Works
Chris Thomas Feb 2013
When the hot sunlight meets the shadows of the night,
When the sea foam kisses and lingers on the sandy shore,
When the dry leaves lay with the sodden grass below,
I smile to myself, because it's how the world works.

When the darkest clouds throw down their rainy assault,
When the icy wind brings chills and steals hope,
When the last tree gnarls,  and dies alone,
I smile to myself, because it's how the world works.

When the eyes of the masses are opened and enlightened,
When the thoughts that turn to words are turned to deeds,
When the deeds of one may benefit all,
I laugh to myself, because I've changed the world.
Feb 2013 · 940
Steps
Chris Thomas Feb 2013
The many steps a man must take
can make one feel so weary,
but when he finds his feet in place
they'll take him on a journey.

Step by step they lead the way,
an adventure so profound,
but as you try to reach the stars
keep them planted on the ground.

'cross beaches, woods and mountain paths,
the routes we all must take,
we follow to our destiny,
but we decide our fate.

— The End —