Chris: Poems

The Muse

Chris Aug 2019

The Muse

The daily upset
The nightly unrest

A muse abused

Regret set in stone I feel alone..
I can't feel me as reopened are my wounds

Life in shambles I tread high waters through kindness' brambles, its hate from fate, its love from hate, its truth I can't debate..

A muse abused aptly used..

Taking solace in this night..
To survive the daily heart-hurt fight..

#sad

The Poet

Chris Dec 2019

The Poet

For a poet words are a tool. One of power, of love, of fear, of weakness, strength, and enlightenment. They are the method that runs a poet's own soul.

They hold the power of a heart for a poet to wield. A poet can expose, or shield, observe, morph sentiments at will, stay strong or yield.

But oneself is the truest victim in the abyss of a poets' mind..

Many live apart, amiss, at best stressed, always looking for light while filled with fright tired of fights.. Tired of walking emotional miles, they tread waters of commotion, heart decaying from life's erosion, yet still so outspoken, awoken yet dead, happy but we cry in our beds..

Some cannot live typically so cryptically we write, we fight, wrong or right anything to survive our past-ridden nights, over and over..

We write..
And..
We write..

We just want to feel ok

#sad

The Poet's Mirror

Chris Sep 2020

The Poet's Mirror

Make the silence glass
Shatter it fast
It matters for the empty
This world we must outlast
To be more than a mirror
Existing to appear here
A goal forged in fear
Mere realization to help the tears
The ones like rain
Invisible Pain

Thunder and lightning
Fire so frightening

Oh, storm from my ceiling
Household walls so concealing
My will may wane
But I am slowly healing..

I will not fall..

Shattered the surface
Underneath found a truth

Mirror of fate
There is no debate

I made this reflection
To change what I hate

#sad #hope #determination

The Quail

Chris Aug 2020

The Quail

Porch in the midday sunlight
Birds fly
These little dudes currently walking
All fun no time for talking

Single-file behind Mama Quail
All the while head bobbers bob

So goofy

On the saddest days
The world still has its ways

Smiled in midday sunlight
My memory, The Quail, and I

Nostalgia..
Sadness defied
Hope defined

Simple and corny
Just fine by me..

I am too serious
Too often

Thank you, Quail..

... Goofy little dudes

#fun #happy #nostalgia

This Is Me Now

Chris Sep 2019

This Is Me Now

I was a mistake. It was a hell of a ride but I had to halt had too much at stake. Guess its just fate my days in dreaming with nights awake. As if I was well studied to my weak points they applied pressure. A fitting gesture to a man with his past emotionally bloodied this made my heart a fissure I was stresscased at my core's base so daily I grew more smiles hiding my real face. I gave trust but for my heart the world held a bloodlust. It chased me down, twisted my mind around to accept this pressure it was as if my pain people treasured.

I was peoples most common devilish delight.. A young man with potential.. Yes I had chances.. But evil of human hearts is intelligent and kept attacking my innocence so when I see people I'm sick of all of this and I stare blank into the distance..

Relentless my brain became in my attacks of anxiety so slow I changed sick I had no chance and fell to the ground stars all around as they circled me quick they were slick with words to fit their own benefit they were ****** to this day I'm ticked man I'm ******* I was so blind, I'm infuriated at how you all left me behind your lives ever foward my mind stuck in rewind I was lost memories and lost light I just could never find.

So I live bumbed, sore, torn and numbed by **** that used pressure ******* when to my love they applied their thumb until of me nothing was left but what the world calls a man.

My childhood gone. Stolen by my love and by time..

Drowning in expecations.

This is me now.. Broken back but I still walk. No desire to speak yet I still talk.

No strength even to crawl..

But I still walk.. I still walk..

My God I still walk..

And it never stops..

I realize it is a dark poem.. I have been experimenting with wordplay.. This is a little out of my norm but I want to become more skilled.. I am a self-taught poet so I suppose this poem is my "experiment" as well as a viewpoint on society and its dark side. I am trying to broaden my poetry and its forms.

#sad

Time

Chris Feb 2020

Time

Time...

A fine line
Walked on by some, run on by others

Stood still upon by the wise and the fools

Different reasons
Different views

Seasons pass
Feelings brew

Billions of people
Just like you

Wondering why
Wondering who

Wanting a good life
In a world that can harm

A world that can cut
A world that can leave itself behind

You really aren't that alone
Nor am I

But the long nights..
Oh those long nights..

Opening the scars unseen, invisible..
Remnants of heart's fights
Life's lights
Stars in a dream's night

Memories to hold close
Memories from time
We are fine

We walk our lines..

Mirrors draw them as well
Eyes in a mirror

Souls in a cage..

Mysteries of silence..
Spilled on a page..

#sad

Truth is a Rose (Why Are You Afraid)

Chris Mar 2021

Truth is a Rose (Why Are You Afraid)

I studied much science, then shifted to art
That presented theater to me
I shifted to history, why do we fight?
No effects are without cause
What is the source of war?

How does humanity have religion?
Where is the basis of our decisions?
Our complications, observations, & nations?

I look to the sky.
It is always beautiful. It is undeniable.
I know people like facts. I love them.

Logic entangled with emotion..
We walk through risk's rosy brambles..
We often end up in shambles..

Survival..
It became luck, morality, and intelligence..
You call it common sense..

It is ironic how uncommon it has become
We laugh and smile but..

Too many live numb..

Feeling when we're young, fading with time
Into our beloved, imagined normality..
You call it typical life..

I call it insanity..

Simply because evidence proves it to be..

Don't be mad at me
I'm not mad at you..

I just can't understand..
Why you wouldn't want to understand..

We say science helps humanity..
So is it confirmation bias?
Where does our fear come from?

You want peace but help to end it..
We're only different because we lied..
To mirrors..
Then judged others..
Our money as a glue for a fatal game of fate..

It is not my place to judge you
You are you and I am always only me..
You say you want equality
We say we love democracy..

Why then does Earth.. A pale blue dot..
Help itself to its own death?

The truth is simple
It is simple because it is facts and logic
It is also never perfectly obtainable

Call it Heaven or the universe..
Either way..
Mysteries are infinite..

Nature is a woman of secrets
Time is a man of faith and honor

We really would benefit from listening..
To our parents.. To our God or no God..
Our Gods and Goddesses or their absence..
To our imaginative possibilities..

I will never hate humanity
I will never judge you

But..

I will call you out when you act crazy
When you nurture insanity..

We are human but not very humane
That is the reality

I only will ask you one question..

I want to breach into your secrets..
I want to define your theaters of war..

I want to find conflict's source..

The truth is often scary
It will still set its seekers free..
If we are more than few.. It can do that..
More and more quickly..

What we're doing never worked
Survival and peace calls for something new..

I think of pure truth..
How it can be scary and still save lives..

So.. here is my question to humanity..

Why Are You Afraid?

This is only my observation.
I cannot fix the world.
Only people working together can.

2020 was like pandora's box. We have been hiding from ourselves though. We didn't open a box. Just pulled back a closed curtain. I think we can fix our mistakes. It will take your mirror and helping one another though. On a scale that will need to be global to work. Peace is not impossible. It will take time and facing our mistakes though. A future of peace is worth striving for. Whoever you may be.. Stay safe out there. Remember to smile.

#love #life #pain #sadness #progress #irony #humanity #normal #different

Unforgotten

Chris Feb 2020

Unforgotten

It was what it can't be. It was everything. It was in the middle of the sea. Stranded there was me.. Atop miles of ice. But life turned love white hot red. Ice cracked around me.. Gave way.. Ended years of time.. And I drowned in a dream I never want to forget.. But wish would go away..

And though the water may be warm.. It is colder than the ice that kept me ok. Through it into nothingness I fade into an abyss..

You are hated..

You are missed..

#sad

Unharmed

Chris Oct 2019

Unharmed

Turn the Tides of Time..
To when I was so young
Travel life back to remind this soul of home
When I was the truth of my Nature..

Before I was wayward and anywhere-bound..

When this heart had not yet traveled the Waters of Nature to the Shores of Time..

When the world was less understood
When life shined kind and good..
Before I had to seek running light..
Every night..

Before the world came rushing in..
Before love and pain were alike
Akin to perfection were those years of life

Until Father Time took out his knife..

Until Mother Nature was darkened under the weight of the very sky I dreamed to touch..

Until I was only this normal human..
Until smiles and laughter became defense and hollow..

Mother Nature, I wanted to know you..
Father Time, I can't understand you..

But I can flow with these tides.. I can be resistant to your knives..

Oh, what horrors you have done to our lives..

But, Father Time..
Your shores will never beach this man..

I will survive..
I will find my sky..
A sky of hope.. Undarkened..
Unharmed..

By you..

#sad #hopeful

Viral

Chris Aug 2020

Viral

Lost in panic, fearful, frantic, crowds are gone, needed measures for tragic times yet still people recite old lines and let muscle memory point their finger, we're falling apart when we should be together we can't be together but we're still humans remember?

Remember to keep a distance between each other its vital in this instance..

And that a phone call can still save lives..

Stay safe..

Remember to care about yourself.. I forget often.. But its important to always try..

Keep in contact with your loved ones and friends.. Hope has withered yet still can be strong..

We've been there left then there and back again, hell spilled out with a pen, mind pent up again..

Love family
Cherish friends

In a darkened tunnel there is light at its end
That light is the power of hope.

The nights are long.
The day is stress

Hope is needed

Writing for myself and others I do, yes..
But posterity helps drive the hand guiding the pen..

Pent up, pen out
I want to scream

To ask why..

To force it to be a dream..

You aren't alone..
Nights can take you..

But..

Don't let the darkness win
It may be an old friend
But visiting seldomly is the best option..

When you visit every night?
Time passes painfully and this you know

The clock slows
And..

Well..

You know the rest..

#pain #fear #hope

You Are Worth It..

Chris Jul 2019

You Are Worth It..

I was happy. I was broken. I struggled through hell. Broken again. Found myself. I am happy. Memories sting..

But now I fly on silver wings..
Born of laughter-goldened hope..

I feel so close to the Pilot Poet who touched the face of God..

And you will never break me
You will never take me
You will fall before compassion
You will fail in spewing hate

You cannot break me

For I have been through hells unimaginable in only 25 years stalemating with my fears.. But conquered the worst ones that force-shed my tears

And I'm still here

I had to work for it..

So happy I wanna cry..

Try, try, and try again..

You will never steal my smile
Its strength unbreakable tempered by life's long miles..

So to find or create your own..

Focus on you.. You got this..

You are worth it..

Never.
Give.
Up.

"Be weird, Be you. Because you never know who might love the person you hide.."
-C.S. Lewis

#hope #positive

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