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

[Larry Dyson]

must be thinking along the same train track..."

So many parts of then

...don't mean as much now



and yet it all depends

where we are and when...

"Goin Home..."


read my "for Robbie"

[sharonlee]

I've been away... nice to come home and find you there. x

[CatOfOrion]

I enjoyed this very much.
The back and forth reminds me very much of the thought process, it really is fragile in a way with the this and that. Also, the diction made this come through to me. Like it's a conversation with a mad man and I loved that because it was real to me.
Beautiful piece so far.

[Chris]

I'm glad you took the time to come by... I do hope you return again.

[Ken Simm.]

The thoughts that come whether we will them or not. The negative and the positive. From the John Coltrane Going Home to the almost Blake like Sounds of Sunshine. As I said before, you cannot have one without the other. Each defines the other. But then this is so much more than a piece about opposites.

[Corset]

Home is always where the heart is, if you love yourself you carry your home with you, if you love someone else and walk to the ends of the earth the hearth is warm
and waiting and small is an inner eye perception, to the people you give your love to you are ten foot tall and bullet proof, it's when we don't love that we become small and invisible. this was moving, wonderful write Chris.

[emmajoy]

'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.' Think you best listen harder ..

You are you, the absolute you, the words, the deeds, the total smallness that grows at every word; sunshine memories in every line, whatever you say, who knows .. you could be wrong. There again, you could be right. Who knows.

[J. J. Nightingale]

So many things gone .. faded into ghost , then lost
I tried to hold on, but I can't
Memories forsake me and them ..
Sunshine sunshine gone away, and me without
Another day ..

Jazz.

[Chris]

strong thoughts Jazz... good ones

[J. J. Nightingale]

Thanks for listening Chris ..

[Chris]

Always Jazz

[J. J. Nightingale]

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

I feel this and so much more .. and wonder, what it's all for............

[olla]

and so it has begun...

[Chris]

I look forward to where I wander...

[olla]

as do I...