Posts by Chris Chant

Poems, stories and lyrical workings. Words and thoughts of an OCD mind. Original, genuine, from the heart. Keeping it real.

Heart

Heart

Breath in the demons that feed your nonsensical thoughts,
Breath out life with purity and hunger,
Be in control of the natural system built to guide but not choose,
Slow down the cogs of reality to clear the rain from the views,
Change perspectives through lack of urgency, and more time for the wonder to illuminate and show itself,
Though it is a machine don’t see it as so, but as the giver of love, life and serenity.

Chris

Life Force

Holding my hand onto the chest
grabbing at the beat,
closing my eyes
to place a palm face down to the ground,
I send to you a wave of comfort
vibrating to your soul,
Un-tying the mind
of loneliness and hunger,
I shall remain silent,
where I’m knelt,
Embracing the knowledge from the earth
that when your heart skips,
to a sound of warmth and compassion
my gift has been felt

Epiphany

We plead our ignorance of people

Until we open unselfishly to humanity,

Illuminate a life to lift a soul,

Apply our simplistic influential force of sincere acknowledgement,

Voice the oxygen that ignites the flame,

Of willing engagement,

Hear their words,

Contact the eyes,

Ask a name..

Love in Crazy

Love in Crazy

The heart rendered like a king
Tall, stout and impressive
Evaporating all like a sponge
Past, present, resoundingly obsessive

With each new wave the strings get taunt
Feeling loose, but always holds
A break can be repaired
Or just a myth, that,s been re-told

Eye connections are real
The soul gets mystified
One Love, one other heart to feel
No more can be justified

A timeless lone night lays deep
Coupling and souling a must
Or forever be left in eternal limbo
Heart and mind turning to dust

Running parallel, so very close
A touch sickly, like a vertigo ride
Hearing and speech become an echo
In and out, rythmn of the tide

Is this truth, or is it false?
Love and anguish, my mind they share
Working through, but by default
In both worlds, I have to bare.

Found in the corner

A Human shape of dark gold,

picture of a fallen angel,

Though out of tears of humanity

comes beauty,

A Stage where the devil danced

sits a heart full of romance,

Skin cold to the touch,

narrow eyes say so much,

Demons plead to vanity

betraying oneself through insanity,

rages of a daggers thrust,

again, never be able to trust

Left at the bottom starved of humanity,

begging loud for sanity,

Mouth drying for life of hunger

physically harming to creep from slumber,

A soul of sugar succumbed to salt,

guilt embedded, self always at fault

Be the soul that Holds the hand

to Lift the person from the ground,

Acknowledge those Deep Blue eyes of fright,

buried inside hides a light