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.

Book release

The front cover and Amazon preview of my poetry book due for release at the end of August.

It contains old and new poetry using a mental health concept. Each one along with my own photographs.

Not available for pre-order yet but watch this space.

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.

Passing By

Only an hourglass can drown me
Stop my obsessional time
From Flooding my senses
Where paradoxically, numbers play god.
Here I stand
Watching clocks
Counting seconds
Until minutes are lost.
Cursed to view existence
Consciously through life,
Living to the speed
Of a hand wound by a hand.
Its symbolic in nature
Ticking to the hearts beat
And When the cogs finially stop
It’s time for me to sleep.

All Stand

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

Shouting at the rain

Empty spaces filled with souls
Risen by false pretences
Offering shelter to the storm.
Worrying minds the most vulnerable
Of all catastrophes,
Affecting visionaries with regret,
The brave shrunk down
To shadows of cowardice.
When will we realise
To ignore the whispering talk
Expressed by deemed prophecies of hell
Who live to shorten life.
Thunder has rumbled
The inner soul for too long,
Time has come
To bathe and cleanse internal scars,
Dry our spirit from the rain
Hang our skin out to burn,
Because If we follow ourselves towards oblivion
Only darkness will return.