Posts by Chris Chant

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

Some Disorder

Take a moment
To catch a breath
Its complicated to imagine
The thoughts swirling in-depth

To normal, the lines are straight
For others mind is twisted
Most eyes see clean and clear
But in darkness sight is squinted

Sit straight as the tale is tall and true
And receivers do feel manipulated
For belief these disorders are real
Makes for uncomfortable and complicated

Concentration shuts off
The expression turns blank
No effort to understand
The eyes have rolled and sank

The Stories are true
No need for exaggeration
Many souls are lost
To their own imagination

Breakdown

We take a Calculated risk to open up
The eyes of our soul,
A window that cannot be closed
Or true reflections fabricated,
Each colour and thought
Between you and I
Varies in content
And meaning,
But we thrive to live
In this trapped consciousness
Of Tangled webs,
Entwined blind and twisted
In body and soul
In a chamber of darkness
Reminiscent of a demon concoction
Enduring endless deep emotions
At every turn,
We feel vindicated
That this voyage is just our journey
Not a journey of billions,
For this we feel guilt
Though we should not
As it’s a wasted expelling of energy
To comprehend
Where there is no answer,
I beg whoever
To close the portal of dark imagination,
Shut off the vivid dreams
That haunt our minds
And control the strings
Of daily torment.

Plague of the Mind

Obsession and addiction
A impossible combination,
Producing cocktails of terrific imagination,
No positives, just darkness
A darkness to test the spirit
Test the soul,
And pain reality away.

Truth becomes blurred,
Projecting a mind
And a mindset of being disturbed,
Choas reigns, not through choice,
But because chosen
By the finger of fate
And the dark humour of nature.

We are pained, we are tortured
We are unique and flawed,
Living in the past
Crying of the future
Dying slowly in the present,
Please forgive us,
And tread lightly on our souls.

Clouds

As with life,
Beauty is seen through blinkered eyes,
Surrounded by shadows and darkness,
Even squinted
See the brilliant brightness
Of the future,
Time is a loop
So wait for the blend,
So the spirit is free to roam,
Back and forth
Balancing between
Light and dark.

Coincidences

The master of disguise never wears a costume
Just hides the sides of his mind,
The myth becomes alive
To the right side of the brain,
It makes us dance to silence
Create with nothing
And paint colours to the sky,
When it takes over
Overcoming the left distant side
You will strive for the feeling
Of exuberance
To last forever,
Never wanting to ever let go,
This is the only way
To move forward and evolve.

Greatest days

Take me back
To that time of innocence,
Eating Thunder Cat crisps
Drinking Shandy at twenty pence

Always having to go home
When it’s raining or gets dark,
And the only major choice
Was to go big or little park

Playing games for hours
Jumping off the swings,
Pretending it doesn’t hurt
When it really really stings

Scaling the massive slide
First up to the top wins,
Sliding back down on our back
Next time on our shins.

No health and safety padding
No soft cushion under our feet,
When we fell off a ride
We Smashed down on the concrete

The witches hat was mental
Clanging up towards the sky,
But it was the best thrill
Holding on or probably die

Kissing on the wooden benches
Or Playing forty, forty,
It was lively, noisy, and crazy
No-one had time to be naughty

Lads playing football
Girls giggling as they play,
Crushes came and went
Changing from day to day

Best friends forever
You never forget your mates,
Arguments came and went
No time for long term hates

Take me back to the endless days
Of having fun without a care,
The Memories wont be beaten
If I could choose, I would go back there.

Belief

We need to smooth the ride
For People that shouldn’t have died,
A spiritual involvement perhaps?
Before a person’s mind will collapse,
Every day, it happens every day
Vibrant lifes are taken away,
Just one, one other to understand
So life not extinguished by own hand.

Switch

Switch

Bored of the switchboard
Turning in my head
Dialing mostly crazy
Acting out dead

Bored of the switchboard
Forever out of tune
Keep twisting onto normal
But end up on the moon

Thoughts are playing over
Set at the wrong speed
No wonder life is fuzzy
No wonder my nose bleeds

Spinning on a rock pile
Insanity to unique
The only guarantee
Crazy is on repeat.

Back to Life

What if I died
And this is all a dream,
The accident was fatal
And my mind is teasing the news To my subconscious
Of the reality of my death,
An amputation to signal a loss,
Losing two fingers
telling the mind I’m slowly dying,
Disappearing away
Bit by bit
Piece by piece,

What if I died
In that instant of terror,
Snapping my head in to limbo,
Bringing an illusion of survival
An alternate version of events
Where I still live, for awhile at least,

Now I have detected, and felt
This true reality,
Am I ready?
Ready for the darkness,
Or whatever awaits me,
If anything,
Ready to leave this eighteen month fairytale
Written in my mind,
Is it better to fake a life in ignorance,
Live in a dream state,
Interact as normal
Or just realise my fate?

It’s out of my hands
I must sleep, but will I ever wake again?
And if I awaken the next morning
Will the feeling still hang over me,
That whatever path I follow,
I’m living on borrowed time.