Rumours

Choose not to believe
the lies and deceit
that deviants spread
and can’t be unsaid
A devil of deception
seduces their reception
with slanderous myths
of various trysts
They add to the absurd
from what they’ve heard
destroying minds
of an innocent kind
Exaggeration can kill
Can a liar feel
Is their conscious clear
when a victim is near
an edge of a gully
because of a bully
So don’t be naive
with what you believe
look at the source
and don’t be forced
into the game
of slandering a name
for the sake of fun
or disliking someone
With social media
it’s a lot easier
to make somebody bleed
by planting a seed
into empty shells
who don’t think for themselves
These people speaking
are just seeking
praise and attention
with no life to mention
Lies and rumour
a growing tumour
within our society
aiming for notoriety
It’s not clever
It’s no great endeavour
Help people, be kind
easing the mind
keep silent on the lies
Think with the wise.

Chris Chant 2018

Stand up

We are all living
We are all dying
Ask for forgiving
When the soul is flying

We can all speak
We can all be silent
Tested at our peak
When the world is violent

We can all act
We are all still
We choose to react
To help at will

We can all love
We can all hate
Cleanse the fisted glove
Before it’s too late

We can all kiss
We can all shout
Think of the effect
When we open our mouth

We can all laugh
We can all cry
Leave no wrath
When you die

We can choose wrong
We can choose right
No one belongs
In a sense of fright

We can all be kind
We can all be mean
We can all be blind
To the horrors we see

We can all be quiet
We all have a voice
We all have a chance
To make the right choice

Changes

The mind is adept at its own pretence
When a foreseeable ending claws at its sense
Rapid spate of change is hard to allow
Crystal clear thoughts deviate from the brow
An uncontrolled destined moment in time
Perspectives of honesty bring up the divine
Amnesiac spaces previous and after
Brings the transition not nearer nor faster

Change sparks defence to raise fully clad
Denial, like a sane man humouring the mad
A rapid such ending wretches the soul
Pulls what we possess to never let go
Our sleepless gut instinct repulses the last
Repelling an echo of struggles near past
For even the efficient an ending feels strange
A limbo state not desiring to change

An unconscious unknown steadily beckons
Lifetime of intake, although its just seconds
Confusion is ripe though doesn’t persist
Without endings your presence wouldn’t exist
On ponder a moment which presents a choice
An alternate view to retain a lost voice
Reflect to proceed, an perceptive mind wins
Determine an ending, is where a new first begins.

Short Game

Of course laws of attraction
Starts as you as a distraction
Not sure you’re a soul mate
Different days love and hate
Yes interested in names
No, no interested in games
Deep parts a need to know
Beautiful person, beautiful soul

Chemistry’s the right mix
One that works, one that clicks
Feel warmth inside each day
When bodies close, when far away
Not needy, not obsessive
There’s a time for being possessive
Space and time creates mystery
All have some kind of history

A calming force to help with sleep
Heavy heart when eyes weep
Honest and true if you could
break ups, only one understood
Speaks the truth until the end
elements of a life long friend.

Shadows

Elegance as in beauty
Outline clear in light
Seeks a poignant space in time
Flickers dance with me
Forever one as two

Movement flies through air
Clouds practice in patience
Playing chess with the light
Passes leadership to the stars

Every shadow has its quest
Unknown entity
Towed for all eternity
Power to possess skills
Puppet to immortality
Staying within its boundary

Link

One of my poems ‘Dark rainbow’ that I’ve yet to put on was selected in the top ten for The ‘Poetry Space’ 2018 Summer showcase.
Follow the link to view, thank you

http://www.poetryspace.co.uk/2018/05/summer-showcase-may-05-2/

 

Chris

 

Worn out

Worn out

Why does have to be called Obsessive?
It makes it sound scary, odd and weird,
People nod when they hear mental health,
Mention obsessive they soon disappear,

Ignorance and unknown combine very well,
The obsessing makes you seem like a stalker,
The fixation is on something not real,
A complete unravelling life disorder

It’s true my mind stays focussed on one thing,
See it through to the point of destruction,
It can affect everyone that’s close to me,
But only through frustrated eruptions

So tell me what is OCD?
To be honest it’s hard to explain,
Poisons all good parts of your life,
And plays it over, again and again

A debilitating illness that’s in the top ten,
Scary to have and hard to make clear,
Addicted to a mystery disruptive routine,
Each obsession wipes away another year

Writing this last verse became an obsession,
All day thinking if it’s the right message I’m sending,
I guess when it comes to obsessions and compulsions,
There never really is a proper certain ending.

 

More a rant than a poem. Why does have to be so disruptive, it’s so painfully draining?

Sometimes it’s good to get out into words and be able to relate to it, and touch upon the emotions afterwards, when I’m in a good place.

That’s the thing about recovering you can tap into these dark cold places without getting stuck there. It’s easier to just look back and reflect with no fear of downward spiralling, or getting caught in the trap. I hope you enjoyed it,

Chris.