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
Freeing the mind maybe a treacherous path, but it will Enlighten the soul
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
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.
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
If I had to choose
I choose the beach blues
No boundaries to follow
Or bitter pill to swallow
Though I run
And try to flee
Shadows of the past
Catches up to me
