Chapter 2 - "Life's Eye View..."

Chapter 2 is done

 

I've been wandering the world again today.  Europe, Egypt, Middle and Far East, East Coast, West Coast, Canada, Oz, some of the slavic lands... neighbors - with fences to stand at and thoughts to share.  Catching up on the I's out there.  Listening, thinking... listening more. 

 

Watching the world a person at a time.  Pausing, being paused ...remembering how to breathe is easy sometimes though the breath just doesn't come.

 

I'm going to make some sort of soup today.  Something with bite I think ...enough guts to it to pause me, make me think, maybe take some of the cold away.  Yeah, something ...something... a...

"Life's Eye View..."

 

Sunrise ~

 

The sounds and taste of the sea -

the birds, the wind- each breath... 

sun warmed and fresh, free - full of

light and life

and SOUND

and BEING

...and it's all

surrounding

and inside

and ...and ... and its BRIGHT

and clear and clean and life and

...love.

 

Sunset ~ 

 

Feeling

...the "soft" comfort of warm,

crumbling earth

turning and being churned

twixt thought-less moving fingers.

 

Feeling

...the soft cushioning grass

beneath world-tired feet,

standing tall while gazing 'cross

hill tops and timeless dunes -

rooftops and concrete ribbons -

dragons' scales glistening in the

sinking-falling sun -

living the pause

the "rush" of the air

life flowing

and time floating by...

 

Chris

 

 

"In The Darkness..."

the sounds of you

...barely stirring

echo so softly inside.

I don't even remember when the smile forms
but I feel it...

I really do.

Chris

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"To Be or..."

 

If I wrote our names in invisible ink - how would you know the pen hadn't dried or run out?  Would it matter if I misspelled your name or even mine?  Would I matter if you thought it was him that wrote of you?  Would you even see me at all - have you ever - seen me ...ever?  ...at all. 

Did you ever know I existed? 

 

...But I never laughed - at you...

Chris

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"...tic..."

...and sometimes for both of us.

 

Its like I feel the clock ticks...

 

...tic...

...tic... another minute passed

- what to do, what was done

where to go, how to be

why?  Why not?

 

...tic...

...tic... Autumn sun ~ fake summer days

flying by - but the trees know

and the flowers too... changing, becoming

- old and bold or dry ~ drying

trying to be a last breath of ...of

...of the life so tightly held within.

...tic...

...tic... Cold, chill eves mark the days

and ways we pass existence. 

Even the birds took wing

leaving me to watch as the sun shimmers

on pale and earth-toned 'skins'.

 

...tic...

...tic... each breath is a memory

each memory ~ a life's time

come, held, passed - used, abused

meted out a pause-at-a-time.

Loves me, loves me not...

being wanted is such a lil thing

- somewheres, somewhens.

 

...tic...

...tic... the moon is the harshest one

mistress to none.  Sit and stare

fill the silences with ragged breaths

scudding clouds, snowflakes gathering inside

all falling stars - each one untold wishes

from we who are warned that if we speak -

naught comes true ...and yet tears tell all.

 

...tic...

...tic... I'm not cold - just being me

sitting, tasting the aerie - overlooking life

and being ...being...

thinking toward ends, beginnings, amusings

~ the illusions of allusions

awaiting the moments I won't blink

within the ones I do.

...tic...

...tic...

...

 

Chris

 

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We draw many lines along our "ways".
Some we cross -
with long, sure,
hard and fast strides...
and some  - we just stand so close
the line becomes skin...

and we can never turn away

because it is part of us.

 

Chris

 

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I understand this...

 

"Shades of..."

 

Here it was raining outside.  It spattered loud and hard on the roof and siding, windows stuttering... drawing.  Wind whipped to froth, and the froth rejoined into rivulets.  And the eyes...the eyes caught - held - follow - Up and Down ...and down ...and up and sideways ...the windowpanes ...it flows... time ...flows ...seamless - no beginning, no end. Flows ...away...

 

...away...

   

...the walkings,

distant and sightless stares;

the mind finding

places to be,

someplace ...safe

and free of

pain

and fear

and hurting

and being helpless

and lost

...alone...

 

and what its like to return

over and over and over again

- light and dark dreams

til you wonder which IS the dream

and which is ...awake

and neither is either.

 

AND THE SHRIEK as lightning rends the...

 

...mind...

 

and its raining

and raining

and ...raining

 

inside

and behind your eyes

 

and you don't see the tears

you ...just...feel

soooo very ...heavy

and need to lay ...down

and down and down

...in the real

...in the dream

real, dream, realdreamrealdreamreal...

 

Chris

 

 

 

 ...Dream

Author's Note

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Reviews

[lee von cleef]

Why? Open up and cross the world ?spray the light where it won't fade ? down now in ink water the all in all of us? Giving the gift back ,paying the debt,How deep do we ask? then you hand out all,humble, and review? we should be just ,happy and ,thank you,but David ,( or Chris)" please Sir may I have some more"

[emmajoy]

'We draw many lines along our "ways". Some we cross - with long, sure, hard and fast strides... and some - we just stand so close 'the line becomes skin... and we can never turn away ~ because it is part of us.'

Words like yours last far longer than even the warmest hug because they wriggle their way deep deep inside. You wrap your words in mist, somehow real but obscure; they call to be felt, need to be understood and the gentle working of both sort of .. etches them into a place.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I prayed inside a dream
To die before .. ..
And as I woke in tears
I knew there was no saving grace
For such a wretch like me ..

"Shades of .." opened the flood gates ..


Jazz ................................

[olla]

sunrise at the beach.. I know it so well and yet.. it is different each day.. so much in just one chapter..

[KAOlmsted]

I loved every word, but "To Be or..." was my favorite...I think because it sounded so genuine, you know what I mean? Not to say your other work is not genuine, I know it is; I just mean...it sounded...differently genuine. I don't know what the hell I mean. It's that thought...that one just there on the tip of your tongue, that one you just can't quite articulate...that's what I'm trying to say. I should probably backspace through all of this nonsense and delete it and just tell you how much I enjoyed this, thanks for sharing, blah blah blah...but I won't, because I have a feeling...you know what I'm trying to say.

[Chris]

"Yep."

[Chris]

I know...

[KAOlmsted]

I thought you might...thanks.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I see little children
Running in grassy places
They have no never mind
I am invisible now-days
And breath eludes me
I see Mother and Father
I see little children
And I am closer
So much closer
.. to yesterday ..

I wish it would rain .. So dry here, in the desert ..

Take Care Chris .. hugs .. Jazz

[Ken Simm.]

Flows like a waterfall of time. But punctuated with thoughts that come in from out there. A get the impression that a line is being drawn.

[Chris]

We draw many lines along our "ways".
Some we cross -
with long, sure,
hard and fast strides...
and some - we just stand so close
the line becomes skin...

[J. J. Nightingale]

I was here
I will return to comment
After I gather my thoughts
And lose my tears

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A smile so naturally appears
That we don't even know
It's beginning or end

Beats and breaths and steps
Following a certain change of season

Remembering and listening
Holding on
To each and every flow
Inside .. a soul
Life hardly waits

Chris , it's dark here, quiet .. and I feel so many times
Thank you .. Jazz

[Chris]

I've revisited this several times... each pause adds thoughts. Thanks Jazz.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I like to backtrack, I always find something of worth, that I missed out on, the first and even second time around ..

And You are welcome Chris, anytime .. :)

[sharonlee]

Beautifully composed from the soul. Chris, your thoughts move so many, me among them.

The quite strength in this is layered in snowdrifts of wisdom and a warm summer smile.

[Chris]

Hi Shar...I thought I needed to get this one going again. Have to see how it fills out.

[sharonlee]

Time wanders on... not good to leave too many 'undones'. I know it will fill out with grace and strength. Thank you for your friendship.