Paradise

Man said ‘I will listen’
But hear he does not,
A trampled soul shouts for mortality
The world falls deaf,
A false leap is threatened
The crowd go blind,

We drain the rivers
After the soul has drowned,
Pump the stomach
When life is empty,
And break down bridges
To bury the skeleton.

Local guilt heals with time
And becomes no crime,
In the aftermath signs were seen
And remorse takes over.
At this point
‘Ask for help’ they say
But fear suffocates any voice

And even though
Life is at half mast
Balanced on the tip of no return
Hope falls heavily to the side of silence,
Irrationality persuades the mind
To now just save the breath,
Use final energy to rebound fear
Summon a last act of courage,
Find peace in the unknown
And walk closer to death.

Psycho

Impotence a form of defence
The minds subtle persuasion towards avoidance,
To fight the feeling of this false protection
We must lash out
And lash out we will,
Destroying relationships and bonds until…
It becomes too much
Forcing the tightrope to shake,
That is why impotence slows the will
Suffocates belief to a warped state
Of self preservation,
Saving what we fear the most,
Rejection and heart break.

Living with the depression
Begs us to ask the question
‘What else could we of become?’
But the mind sees through these lies,
Highlights the subconscious excuse
Then buries it.
But you can’t un-ring the bell
Truth lyes in the feelings,
Struggles with the muddy dealings
Of survival.
Sorely and painfully, knowledge sets us free,
Thriving, never arriving without pain.

We then live in the mire of regret,
A trap of anxiety to reboot,
But never re-enter that game
Patiently walk to the clearing,
Acknowledge allowance it’s normal to fall,
Allow that voice that your hearing
And be the version of yourself
That you first once saw.

Burn the Portraits

No matter what our minds tell us
We all feed at the same table
Others choose to leave
Some are not able

Once I spoke what I heard
And was hit with ridicule
I wrote it down in words
And become my own hero

When we die
We all become ashes
A blink of the worlds eye
A life over in flashes

Psychologygically out of place
Psychologically stable
We all have the one face
And feed round the same table

A passing Goodbye

One minute I was falling
The next I was free
In an expanse of wonder
A place of my dreams

Parade through the valley
Breathe amongst the flowers
Living here is magical
A second lasts for hours

I love exploring the fields
Where the horses run
I’ve only just arrived
It’s feels I belong

I dance among the trees
Shake the fruit from above
I sing with the birds
The song is full of love

I lye down in the grass
I look up to the sky
An echo rings my ears
Of you saying goodbye

A life gone full circle
An innocence released
I’ll miss and be missed
Though my heart is at peace.

Amazing journey

After two years of hard work my new poetry book is now available to pre-order on Amazon and in other book stores.

I’ve been writing for years and not always when I’ve been in a good place. But that darkness makes the words honest, and to an extent brutal.

From the start of having confidence to edit them and send them off to publishers, I said to myself that I wouldn’t hold back, if I feel it’s too much, or maybe a trigger.

I decided if I ever felt that way with a poem I would write it anyway. No more avoiding life and escaping from my true feelings.

Suicide is suicide, pain is pain, and fear is fear. No need to dress it up. Don’t get me wrong every topic is used in context, not just for shock value.

Each poem reflects a stage in my life. They are deep, to the point, and honest.

I wanted people to feel what I was feeling when they read them. But also being able to interpret them in their own lives and history.

I believe that people with messy minds and ill mental health have great imaginations. Just imagine if that was used creatively, in art, music, poems, anything. The results would be unique and wonderous!!

I am very proud of this book. I’ve been able to step into the darkness without fear of being sucked in. What saw I put down in words, and this is my story and journey in poetry form.

My Book – Encryption of the Mind by Chris Chant.

Now available to pre-order from Amazon and other good bookstores.

Walking a tightrope

Try closeness as a comfort

Warmth as a blanket to the cold.

Pleasure weathers heartache

Hardening the skin

Allowing empathy to grow kind.

Follow extremes

Accept samples of love

As dark and light realities.

When the wondering retreats

We can halt half way to freedom

Retrace footprints to find balance.

Once I questioned

Now I answer freely,

Untainted,

And with more clarity

Than the present.

Be who you want to be

Birth is wonderous beginnings
Fear is in the leaving
Thoughts prey on fickle minds
Bringing truth to on-high believing

Love won’t send for the reaper
Death will scare the fear
Compassion excites misty hope
Killings just so clear

Are we blind to concern
Selfish towards our end
Living is constant moments
After-death, is just pretend.