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

[Richard Layne]

This is a spoken word masterpiece what a voice you have sir

[Lydia Shutter]

The imagery throughout your poems is stunning. I could hear her breathing and feel the angels touching my brow! My favorite of this series was "Bourbon and Ginger"....the romance in this one is heady! "echoes in fading dreams" Heavy sigh! But, I have to say the very best line for me in this collection is "You hold my heart in ways your dreams don't know." There is an ageless romantic innocence in that line. A child could say it to a parent, but an adult could whisper it to a lover. Exquisite poetry, Chris. Impossible to review it more than this....it will stay with me a while. Lydi**

[shallimarRose]

Chris you know how I feel about you and what you have to say or have 'not' to say... I love the way your words always swirl in my mind and make me feel safe somehow.. All outstanding as always but this really made an impact on me....

"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."

Standing in the shadows so someone else can feel the sun is a very noble thing to do or feel... Excellence as always.. xo shall

[Quill~]

Now here is a plethora of thoughts melting into one! I quite enjoyed the entertaining swirl of words.
It does comfort...very touching. :)

[Marie Anzalone]

Sometimes when I read poetry, music comes unbidden into my brain as an accompaniment. I heard two Tom Waits songs, Long Way Home and Waltzing Matilda in this, as well as Cohen's early work, strains of Sisters of Mercy perhaps. There is a sense of both urgency and timelessness to this work, a distance of light years and a closeness of sharing breath. Breakign bread witht he strnager who wanders in and knows all of your secrets. Old men's war stories and the hopes of young fincees watching their loves go off to war. And finally, those rare precious moments you never realize are going to be so special years later, sitting around an impromptu bonfire that was started because a tree fell in someone's yard and they thought they might as well roast a pig and invite a few neighbors over, what the hell, right? And soemwhere as the bottle of rum is being passed around the fire, soemone opens up with a marvelous tale made even more so by the weaving of starlight into the faces of those held spellbound by the force of writing. Gods awaken and take notes on such nights. And then, in the morning, you sweep up the ashes and bottles and spend a week in slowly diminishing dreams and then you just forget. Until someone else words, like these, remind you again.

[Jack V.]

Bourbon and Ginger, Dream weaver. Nice.

[Chris]

Thank you for pausing... hope you come by again.

[Jack V.]

:)

[David Scott]

I tend to think more directionally when I write and read. I don't have to have things linear in thought, but I need to feel like there is a purpose...

Where did this come from? or without that, Where is it going?
I can see this was indented to be untouchable, just out of reach and without sound to keep the tune on key or on the beat.

So, I am left with a feeling.

I felt like I was in the shadows looking out into the light through peep holes in your clarity. I felt like I might go insane if I try to listen to hard to the sunlight because it just may start to make a noise.

Odd, but not distasteful.
Nourishing, but not filling.

[SyberRose]

I just stopped by to say hello and read your beautiful poetry Chris...I will be back...and I especially liked
the hint
of clove
on summer's eve...beautiful...SyberRose

[Jack V.]

These are great lines right?