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

[Renée]

I always read your work aloud..for your writing calls me to do so..and it vibrates within the soul...

[lee von cleef]

short chapter but oh so long on thoughts ,a lot of sons shine ,and you are one .How do you want a review? the imprint is true ,when you write the words weigh ,they gather,they add ,they velcro in place and I have to peel them away with force to move forward ,Time deepens exhale light so so so bright I have to devil my eyes close just to see, a smile breading the bakers joy, beading a welders light, Yes in the word of Chris "Strong".

[The Rhino]

I would love to hear this read out loud. It feels like a piece that would be incredible if it were performed.

[Missy Lorraine]

I love your style. In your first poem, it seems to me like you are writing out thoughts exactly as one would think them. When people think, their thoughts are not as organized and when they speak. Your poetry is very interesting in this way. It sort of reminds me of a book called The Knife of Never Letting Go. In the book, everyone can hear eachother's thoughts. The only thoughts they cannot hear are those of the women. They call this noise. It is disorganized and often difficult to follow. This is whatthis poem reminds me of. It's almost like you have so many ideas that you don't want to lose, so you just write them out as you think of them. It works...I am looking forward to reading more of your writing.

[Priscilla Sayers]

I DO feel, as you write. I feel each word, each syllable.... Your mind in thought reaches depths beyond the normal realm of a writer's essence. The reader BECOMES the words, the thoughts merge into our own and then, we understand....
You are brilliant my friend. I wish, oh how I wish, that I can take the sadness away when it creeps into your thoughts and leaks out onto the page. The pain you express becomes the readers reality as your words seep deep into the soul. It takes more that being "small" to accomplish such intensity and transfer it the way you do.... The way YOU do. larger than life is how I see you, your soul is more than light, more than emotion, it is an abundance of LIFE. The very essence of LIFE. You are a blessing to me and to all you have touched by your presence in this world.
Much love!
XX
P

[Claire Twinn]

A real roller-coaster of emotions here Chris. I love the idea of feeling small (and others feeling too big) and yet trying to make a difference. There are so many things we can only partly feel and understand, like hearing the sunshine the whole picture often eludes us.
Dream weaver is magical and so full of wonder and love.

[kimmy]

This was incredible, I could feel so much emotion running through here. I would like to say I loved this so much, I could feel all the way to end with it:)

[felioness]

I was definitely feeling it. Powerful emotions course through this in a fanciful and very readable manner. loved it!

[Chris]

It was nice of you to pause with me...I hope you return.

[KAOlmsted]

I love your voice...just when I think I know with which octave you are singing, you turn it upside down and all around and force my ear to hear another pitch entirely...to say this is beautifully done would be an understatement...I love this. Thank you for sharing it with us, Chris.

-kimmer

[Chris]

Kimmer - its all in the challenge of keeping you ...

[KAOlmsted]

Even when you're full of s**t you're brilliant *LAUGH*

[Chris]

chuckling here...but of course - after all it IS a requirement ya know!

[KAOlmsted]

Just re-read this...still stunning.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I thought it was a dream
but it was just a memory
kissing me
till morning .. on

J.

[Chris]

Jazz, good thoughts.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Hello Chris .. good to see you back .. Thank you .. :)

[Chris]

Everyone needs a breath every so often...

[J. J. Nightingale]

True .. .. "Dream Weaver" caught my eye, then touched a chord .. ..