christhamF

christhamF Jan 2016

You're not in my computer,

But you are on my screen,

So if I type that I love you

You know what I mean.

You're not in my house,

But you are in my room,

So if I type that I hold you,

It's to brighten my gloom.

You're not in my garden,

But you are in my flowers,

So if I type that I watch you,

It's for hours and hours.

You're not in my radio,

But you are in my song,

So if I type that I need you,

It's because we belong.

You're not in my body,

But you are in my whole,

So if I type that I want you,

You are holding my soul.

christhamF Oct 2011

Winds wisp

Within a mere winds wisp
from the henge,
It stands, majestic.
Built by calloused hands,
Of stone pillar, carved
By centuries of raging Usk,
to rise above Isca Silurum.
The cambion desires and dreams,
Realised by this last enchantment.

Within a mere winds wisp
from the henge,
It falls, forlorn.
Razed by calloused hands,
To jealous rocks, wasted
By centuries of cooling Usk,
to lay beside Isca Silurum.
Staring at catherderal skies
over nights of firefly summer.

Two jacks, used.
I forgive my Camelot.

christhamF Jul 2011

Last of a kind.

Hard river you never smile at me,
but I don't cry,
two thousand hearts held back a tear,
but I don't try.
You always play my game,
never hear the loud voices
of ritual and ridicule.
never even bothered to look for him,
Given up hope of seeing
the soothing hell fires.
It was a cold, dull morning,
But there must have been a warning.
Wrong time on the clock,
That's the trouble
when they tick but never tock.
They can use their hands
for other work,
Grab at the throat
with spasmodic ****.
The last of a kind,
scarred by being trapped
Life-rock for some, Alarming ignorance,
Obsession will come, Sweet sensation.

© christhamF Jul. '11

christhamF Jul 2011

Fallen Fantasy II

Everything I heard amazed me,

The treasure fleet's sixty two ships,

commanded by a powerful ******.

　

Gone, he was captured,

he was castrated,

three jewels, from a dying Prince.

　

The Cheng ** had sailed from Malaku Island;

sight of flags, sound of bells,

guided them to Calicut.

　

Deny the social scientist,

cultural baggage prevails,

abstract freedom, kindling of change.

　

Moaning monsoon winds linger,

the allure of sparkling moons wax,

and dormant black seas swell.

　

The noble adventure of death begins,

where the legacy of leadership ends,

and stars trust him with their thoughts.

© christhamF 2011

I appreciate you reading this ....

christhamF Jul 2011

Fallen Fantasy

Everything I saw amazed me,

I had become the reluctant crusader,

sifting through mud and mail.

　

Gone, without the grimace,

sore eyes saw

real money from a dying hand.

　

The Cheng ** had sailed to Malaku Island;

amidst stacked stone columns,

questions linger with dinosaurs gone.

　

All that is left for you

will be artillery & rhetoric,

my thrill to the world.

　

Take my Princess down,

she won't wait while comfort wanes,

and dormant creatures rise.

　

The priceless adventure of youth begins

where the legacy of leadership ends,

and stars trust her with their fantasies.

© christhamF 2010

thank you for reading this..... I hope it said something to you.

christhamF Oct 2010

Always sides.

Only the broken know they’re pieces

Of a giant mosaic.

Therefore the whole think they’re masters

Of a recreation.

Only the losers know they’re soldiers

Of a giant battle.

Therefore the winners think they’re generals

Of a war-game.

christhamF Oct 2010

Demise

Just to see the drawing of yours,

Of yours, for what it means

Can stand for everything beyond

The outstretched hand offered now

Before the Sun.

Just to see the baby of you,

Of you, for what you are

Can be bought by the power

Of powdered trees and refined ore

Beneath the Sun.

Just to see the baby of you,

Of you, for what you need

Can easily be sadly missed

With the increased weight

Beside the Sun.

Just to see the demise of you,

Of you, for what may be

Can be a lifetime coming

And a heartbeat passing

‘Neath the Sun.

Just to bear the cross of you,

Of you, for where it stands

Represents a fire of love

Burnt from ashes of you

In the Sun.