Around

 

It is the content you bring forward

with your keen sense

of the surroundings

you have played in a pile of leaves

with tire tracks

and used your hand as a torch

but now good times fade

the young man is smothered

by senile minds and traffic violations

a cemetery is a safe place

because you are safe from death

only when you are dead

The world is a dangerous place

yet I have been blessed

with another beautiful day

 

Restless

 

Every night

illuminated by light

Another foe

hardened by woe

An angelic source

keeps me on course

Where the water goes

is always where it flows

You feel you feel the same

on days it rains rain

With those whom you have in common

you find is not so common

There is hardly time to live

with only one life to give

 

Formula

 

My ego is battered

from brutal verbal beatings

the most fundamental tools

are mediocre

compared to the sharpness

of the human tongue

which leaves scars

is it evil versus good?

perhaps it is human nature

making human sacrifice

when cynical earthly gods

bow up like frightened beasts

do yo feel my thoughts are deep?

my pain lies deep

and dwells well within pain

so I am sure of only two things beyond:

I will die only to live in heaven

and the unknown escalates

 

Mental

 

Clouds descend upon me,

and my head greets them with pain;

I struggle to get my bearings,

for to convince myself I am not insane.

I must be crazy,

and no one can say otherwise.

Suppose I was never lazy,

but fearful of the outside.

The voices, but are they voices?

I can not think.

I can not feel.

I can only contemplate what is real.

Constantly looking over my shoulder,

my stress brings new ideas,

and omits sensible thoughts.

Clearly, I am deluding myself

to think I am deranged

because no one believes me.

No one seeks the estranged,

yet I do not seek the mind-numbing truth.

 

Untitled

 

Angels watching over

Confining every angle

Unfolding life’s mystery

Ready to descend

Watching every hour

Wondering day by day

Of the suffering taking place

Sitting with heavy hearts

Crying inside and out

We find humor in memories

Are are fond of the release

Which binds us to this home and need

Preparing for a moment

Where we find ourselves detained

However this is where we remain

In silent solemn prayers

 

No Gain

 

Wash away the pain

In the name of all your beliefs

Claim your victory

For this is not pyrrhic

But winning carries consequences

And consequently I do not care

A reward is forthcoming

You need not dispute my losses

I deliberately humble myself at times

Still in a pompous manner

I defend what I do

Believing when something is unbelievable

So anyone becomes defiant toward action

Reacting with fear and anger

Blighting me into my little corner

Just hoping to make it to sleep

Unless the weary fears dreams and wakefulness

Because I struggle against the four stages

A man in a no win, no lose situation

 

Untitled

 

Staring out the window

with one view

the wind is howling around the corner

crooning through the halls

redirecting good news

and directing madness in my brain

restraining my breath

playing home movies in my mind

endless visuals

that draw me a blank

I am frozen by shock

but eye contact with the doctor remains

until he towers away

so all I notice is one window

out of many

it fills my eyes and soul

but never soothing

 

The Term Most Least Understood

 

It is the fear of some phenomenon

leaving you in awe

It is the rejection of hurtful things

that haunt you from the past

It is the pain in your heart

when someone does not care

It is the frustration and anger

of the same old re-occurrences

It’s the impatience

of learning virtue

It is the virtue

learned through patience

It is smiling at your father

from across the room of uncertainty

It is making intellectual jokes

with your mother

It is the natural event

taking place in your presence

It is almost love

and it is not mine

 

This Is True

 

Now I know the true meaning

why it feels like falling

because it never renders

hampering joy and sorrow

surrendering what was safe

and bad habits conquering thoughts

self interests become altered

dreams do become tampered

but being alone was never this difficult

feeling as half a man

though knowing wholeness lies with another

through distance and baggage

the thousand different visions of the same face

a thousand different smiles for each

so beautiful …

still falling …

in every possible meaning of the word

love

 

Much To Lose

 

Even though we found one another

there is some fear that remains

making my way through the shadows

discovering what was dwelling within

through abrupt exit

I submit to you honesty in brutal sense

I was broken beyond hope

though you have mended the break

I am still weak

but I desire your strength

as you long to give

as I long to live

to share every breath with you

and only heaven know

why our breath is like blue-green clock work

what we know is ambiguous and surreal

yet authentic to the core

 

Untitled

 

A blanketed chill

on the land of desires

falls slowly on the small banks

silver is the day

on sensual silhouette

casting over gray areas

stars on the water

are dancing with the waves

just below mystical mist

 

Rhymes With Few

 

The week is gray and black and blue

As trifling as words subdued

haunting is the ghost of you

soaring along where the night winds blew

and I lie here waiting for my queue

I lie here wondering what to do

continuing strife in structured view

broken down and believed to be true

the pain I feel the only clue

pleasantry lost and sorrow renewed

in describing a loss when someone grew

I find the words are few

 

Stock Market

 

Negotiating the status-quo

pens, paper, and tempers they throw

some hang themselves with suit and tie

buying and selling low and high

behind the scenes is a hectic place

managing money within the rat-race

writing, yelling, counting the clock

an interesting thing investment and stock

 

Untitled

 

My inspiration

let me go to rest these bones

you held me through my life span

now let me go into simplicity

so I may remain aloft

and place an embargo

on my adversity

as I confront words of discouragement

on passions incline

but I will never be repressed

by oppression and error

it must be the exact

that is extracted rule by rule

painted by number

to cast a dare upon sacrifice

is my eternal glory

 

Performance

 

I thought the day was won

before the day was done.

The wind came and the rain fell

upon our heads once again.

I thought the day was one with us,

but before I knew it the day was gone.

Our flow is restricted by yesterday,

and now the days to come.

I thought the day was one more chance

but will the day ever come?

We are like motorists and machines

in a junkyard of new technology;

singing among rusty steel and busted glass

while resting on circuit board casing.

I thought the day was done

before the day was won.

If we were a cosmic act

in the universal theater

I would think the day is wonderful

after the day was dumb.

 

That is all the poems I wanted to post.  keep in mind these poems were written years ago; mostly while I was in college.  If I come up with any new ones I will post them.  I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.  Thank you for taking the time to check out my blog; I really appreciate it!

Take care and God bless!

Chris