Chapter 1 - "Can You Hear The Sunshine?"

Chapter i is done

 

So many parts of then

...don't mean as much now

 

and yet it all depends

where we are and when...

"Goin Home..."

dead eye echoes

quiver-shakes

God doesn't wave as i go bye

 

standing sideways

who's laughing

- stupid biatch

 

Ain't no tomorrow

no today

lots a' nothin goin on

 

I feel

I feel

somethin - wait for it ...wait

 

yesterday - right, yeah - I'm laughing - me

at  -for me - stupid silly

me ...me
...goin home

 

right

 

...like ever

 

Chris

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"Bourbon And Ginger..."

 

You
leave wishes behind,
lots and lots
of lil wishes
on falling stars,
and echoes
in fading dreams,
and the hint
of clove
on summer's eve.

 

Chris

 

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"Can You Hear The Sunshine?..."

I don't always understand me

-- just trying to live as I can.

"Can You Hear The Sunshine..."

 

How many tears in never?

Smiles in yesterdays

always taken - away

to where I'm not

- never in.

"Can You Hear Me..."

I can't hear me no more

porch steps at night

concrete dreams

even the cars don't come by...

sounds that scare God away

and tears don't stop nuthin.

 

Why does it all go away?

am i bad somehow

it must be me

has to

- be me

There IS "mean"

- full blown meant

and hurt-full as hell.

I don't know why

but there is.

 

Its like some feel so

BIG

inside

that everyone else don't count at all

I'm here for them to feel better

by making me small

and others so want to be part -

part of what they think they aren't

and yet always were

- outside looking in

- inside looking out

no side at all

I'm just -- small.

 

"Can You Hear The Sunshine?"

 

It's such a lovely sound

as golden tones flow and flow
such magyk in the sounds.
Heaven is above

and angels touch my brow

and never a single tear leaks out..

 

Its just a step away

to where I'll never be...

its never meant for small.

Just ask - they'll tell you.

Chris

 

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"Dream Weaver..."

 

it's the strangest thing
how I see you

 

- lying there

eyes-lidded

body tight, move - back a lil

forward a bit, over. leg moves,

arm - moves, bunch the pillow

move the pillow, turn ...and on and on.

And the breath -- the breath

comes and goes ...some deep

some but light gasps, some catch

and force my head to turn and raise

...sometimes I awaken -- eyes sooooo wide!

 

...and it takes time to return from where you were.

It's the strangest thing

how I see you lying there...
a finger's touch away.

 

You hold my heart

in ways your dreams don't know

or show

and yet -- night-by-night

all I wish is being here

watching - as you find your comfort,

watching - as my thoughts caress

your being,

watching as right there --

you're a finger's touch away

 

...from beside me.

Chris

 

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Author's Note

Feel free

Reviews

[Ruth]

I believe your work is almost a lullaby...soothes and calms and yet drives the senses wild with fragrance and depth!

"How many tears in never?
Smiles in yesterdays
always taken - away
to where I'm not
- never in."........................just wonderful! xox

[Pryde Foltz]

You
leave wishes behind,
lots and lots
of lil wishes
on falling stars,
and echoes
in fading dreams,
and the hint
of clove
on summer's eve.

We tend to miss that summer's eve with all the echoes. Beautiful penning, Chris.

[Chris]

I really should put a sound file of this ...here... in case I hadn't said this before - I'm glad you pause with mine... thank you.

[Pryde Foltz]

Oh yes … a sound file would be wonderful.

[Chris]

but sometimes I really do want each reader to hear their own choice and placement of tones... and giving "my" voice to the words may preclude other interpretations that are considered depending upon how life has affected an individual listener THAT new moment. Sort of like hearing John Wayne say "...we're burning daylight!" No other voice sounds quite right uttering the line.

[Pryde Foltz]

To each his own:)

[Chris]

chuckling here... always...

[MomzillaNC]

Several wonderful poems. My favorite lines are, "How many tears in never? Smiles in yesterdays" and "Can You Hear The Sunshine?"

[Matching Socks]

Lovely poems Chris.
:) (:

[natasha rawls aka "simo..]

I really like your works, especially Dream Weaver...felt like I could see what you were seeing:)

[Chris]

It was good of you to pause with a work of mine...Glad you found "Dream Weaver..."

[Tristyn]

Well, that sent shivers down my back. Especially Dream Weaver. It exactly captured the feeling I have sometimes as I watch my husband sleep. Writers like you are the reason I wanted to be part of the writing community. Your words move me, and I feel I can learn a lot from just reading your work. Thank you.

[Chris]

Poetry is an aural art... mine is truly conversational - the punctuation and line positions serve to give a visual cue for the timing and to the tones you hear, if you listen.

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

Nice poetry chapter! I'm not a big poetry fan typically but.something about this kept me interested straight through

[Chris]

I appreciate your comment ...a poetry book is hard to conceptualize in a novel driven format.

[tamemei]

I really enjoyed this! I love how it captures the experience of life. The language you used creates a narrative voice and makes you imagine the speaker and his life, and the words paint little images of what he's seeing and experiencing. It felt like a conversation between multiple people at times. Were there multiple speakers, or just the one? The way you signed "Chris" makes me think only one, but I was just curious.

[Chris]

Each of us has a unique image of self... and every "self" has a voice and a time.

[tamemei]

And a tone! Very true. Beautiful piece.

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is so gentle, present, internal...how you magnify each moment, bring it into focus and allow us to see more than the surface...an inner dialogue, but with insight. Love the line "God doesn't wave as I go bye"...Really good!

So many death, and magick woven here, at the surface of one, who listens, feels, and is always interested in the well being of another... like here, time, and space are just relative, or so I feel.... just one missing feeling, that's LOVE, is pouting out, but there is LOVE, because you bring it.

- Elisa

[A. Amos]

I don't always understand me
-- just trying to live as I can.

Deep and amazing, you are blessed and gifted my friend! Bravo........