Some of you know by now that Crystal and I are moving to the mountains very soon.  Anyway, while packing some stuff I came across some old poems that I had written, so I thought I would share a few of them.  I hope you like them!

Sing

It is worth more than you believing

It is not worth you leaving

This something has a hold on you

It is not worth even dreaming

And here you go deeming

The dream is dead

It is not worth what is in your head

Just hold on, hang on, pray hard, kneel slow

Tomorrow is a fade away you know

Sorrow borrows time

Sorrow borrows the mind

Sorrow borrows the new

Sorrow borrowing you

 

Her Eyes

Her eyes fill my dreams with visions of our history

Her eyes lifts the means of our love to deliver me from misery

Her eyes are relentless with joy and compassion

Her eyes are fearless and strong with passion

Her eyes are beautiful when glaring in the light

Her eyes are very crucial in surrendering all my might

Her eyes carry wisdom and wonder holding a mans darkest hour

Her eyes hold no heart asunder with great color they devour

 

Alive

As we travel end on end unfolding life’s mystery

we call on one another but wherefore

the thin line between evil and good

has made its mark on society

a sobering thought that lingers

what good have I done

this evil we have bared

with death marking the way

the world is coming undone

as heaven and hell are sought

looking up to the sky

or reaching within bounds

the hounds howl and the bell tolls

and the trumpet will sound

and what we know today

is only an inkling

of what God knew heretofore.

 

Loss

A journey full of peril

yet agape with laughter

tears can not hide the pain

the laughter echoes

in the lonely room

like a giant abyss

yearning for more power

it is time to make a stand

and the talented

shall find his fortune

in this near-do-well world

poverty has struck too many times

an abomination of self

will flee no more

nor shutter in evils presence

now risen to defy defeat

same ideology

so many ideas so little time.

 

A Night Out

I see a room full of enchanting people

I feel myself reaching out to them

Trying to find a sense of normalcy

rather I sit and listen to their words

roll off their tongues

as if I were listening to someone

sing a song in unison

I wish to say something

but I do not speak their language

yet I feel comfort in their presence

well I have taken a shot

my mind takes note of every movement.

 

Premonition

I can feel it coming

like winter chill on a tall tree.

I see the freeze that I demonstrate

that conjures up thought and wonder.

Questions sometimes follow,

and I feel embarrassed in those moments.

I know God is on my side,

but I feel like I let him down so often;

so unaware of what I do,

yet I am wary of what I try to speak.

The words do not flow like they used to,

as they feel jammed up in my brain.

Perhaps it is for the best

that my tongue is restricted.

I am discovering and learning still,

before I fall asleep at the righteous moment.

To my soul I love unconditionally,

I wait for you in the dreadful night.

I shall look forward to signs

in extreme conditions,

so I may capture the essence of the answer;

I will fall back on realism as it lies.

 

Prayers

Unto my souls delight I pray with all my might

Should the moment go wrong He will hold me up strong

If His love comes in doubt His love comes about

Would I forget how to feel may He remind me of His will

Can I not be forgiven before enough time is given

May I not be led astray and evil have its day

Shall my new life begin and live the beauty within

 

Shadows

I see them inside and outside

there is nowhere to hide

I see them in sync and on the brink

they haunt me when I think

I see them at home and alone

I see them in the zone

I see them at night and in the light

though I try to control them with all my might

I see them like I am blind in the mind

but I no longer mind

I see them in my dreams and at the seams

I see them by all means

I see them here and there

I see them every where

 

Reflection

Tears fall like rain

as the rain falls like tears

Trying to hide the pain

fighting fatigue and fears

Searching for an ounce of strength

Acknowledging it will flee

A soul with a weak link

binding chains that never free

A prisoner of my own mind

like looking into a shattered mirror

to myself I have not been kind

the posture of a broken down exterior

At times the weather directs my mood

there are sunny days and sad eyes

my heart listens to words that are cruel

living lonely days and cold goodbyes

 

Swagger

I have seen the dark side of hurt,

as I stagger into the light full of pain.

It illuminates what is inside: emptiness.

I swear I cannot get it back.

Dreaming dreams constantly

in order to find clarity.

Success, a notion, an idea that

breathes new life;

but the medication makes it difficult

to think.

I can only recall my youth

and my high hopes for the future.

I find myself in that place today.

I feel like a child all over again,

only I am not being bullied as much.

Yes, I am certain I have lost it.

We exchange pleasantries.

I have definitely lost it, and I am scared to death

I will never get it back.  Wait.

Maybe I never had it to begin with.

 

Please keep in mind that I wrote these poems years ago; I realize the poems are somewhat depressing, but I used to be depressed, so there you go.  Perhaps someone can relate to them.  Please pray for our country and our world.

Take care and God bless!

Chris