"I Shall Not Assume..."

Thoughts...

Solitaire Hangman is a hard game to win...

do you admit the word or change it at whim? 

...And as the you nears it's end...

is losing the sin or the same as a win?

"Be Careful What You Wish For..."

 

What do I - wish ...for?
Really...
...and why?

I do know my whys
understand them? - not always
But I do live them.

You have to do that,

live your whys

your ways
the untouched wishes
the tastes - you can't ever forget.

Don't ever assume you know me...
pieces, parts, fragments -

all the fractals,
every shade that lives within -

worlds you haven't seen,

don't know, haven't walked, live, felt;
places and people - here and gone
weres and aren'ts
lives and times
  the rainbows that ghost the world
    and haunt within each breath
    - I sometimes don't take.

How often I say
"I am NOT you..."
and go unheard

What does your tear taste like?

...and when?  Mine have just a touch
of:
Clove,
Cinnamon,
  lavendar, leaf of bud rose, hummingbird wing,
  buttercups and crushed violets,
sand fleas,

...copper,
raindrops that wash nothing away...
and ever-never-mores.

"I Shall Not Assume..."

...and yet its something most do. 
Assume -

 

I have - and you?

What part of yesterday have we shared?
...and tomorrow?

The paths we walk today

await and yet will they be shared
or does the sound remain so loud
within that we still cannot hear?

Simple souls - now THAT is a paradox...
we are simple while we are simple and

when we aren't then we're not

...as simple as we were
or never really were - simple.

Oh my... but money - "I don't need -
MONEY - to be happy!"
I don't need to buy things
or to have - things
or be impressed by - things ...that

"Money buys... "

time to enjoy a starry night,
the book to read

- when and as you wish - that may contain
     a beautiful poem. 
     a singular wish.
     a dream awaiting being dreamed.
     the one thought you forgot.
     the only thought you couldn't forget.

It buys the ISP that connects
- you to existence

- existence to you

It brings the means to transport
- you to the places to be - you
as you wish you are - though not always
  as you THINK you are.

It buys you the time to think,

to view, to wish you see...
it pays for nature to remain
- though less than mostly pristine

- at least to exist for another day, week, month

...another tomorrow yet to come.

Eating is a mean habit
  that knows no end... though
    sometimes you miss it

and those nights ARE longer than
  most can believe.

Being wet, cold - afraid because
the dark is not friendly and the sounds
make you cry...

Money keeps places as places
and not as mere history.

It doesn't buy love...

"i am..."

At times I KNOW I'm an interruption,
a pain,
an unneeded unwanted and very aviodable source of
questions lacking adequate answers.

"Asking..."

You asked to be
more
and in the asking
grew

and you listened
so you might become -
beyond what you knew.

Who you were

isn't who you are...
and you never knew.

Chris

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[roarke]

when we write thoughts down..... are they still called thoughts? Is there a proprietary state within the mind that changes when rendered in calligraphic symbols and presented for the world...then they become....

sometimes when writing thoughts they tend to ramble, flood break, course into the great oblivion.

Your thoughts crystalize into rare gemstones, and stay in the clarity of light and heart. No mean feat.

All reflecting a life worth appreciating.

[Ruth]

I think the tears and emotions that swell in my throat right now show how much this moved me...

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Longer than usual. Beautiful as ever, complex and so many things to ponder. Your words always provoke thought through the images that come with them. I love to stop in just to listen to them. When your words are talking mine are not. Thanks for shutting up the one who dislikes silence! Thank you my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem tell a real truth. Having great wealth will mean nothing at death one day. People who live for money and control. Will fall and find out should of had some fun. Hard to know anyone. I tell people. All of us are on a tight rope. Could lean in either direction of sanity and being sane? Great poetry. Made my mind think real hard this morning.
"Money keeps places as places
and not as mere history.

It doesn't buy love..."
Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[White Ink]

Well said.. Very, well said.

[MOON]

This is lovely, you are more than the sum of your parts , smaller then the smallest atom larger than the universe. Money is the means but it cannot buy the things that count.

[?]

I do know my whys
understand them? - not always
But I do live them.

Don't ever assume you know me...
pieces, parts, fragments -
all the fractals,

I think it's safe to say...we should never assume we know someone...never assume anything really...We all have some hidden piece, part, frangments, or fractals.....

I love reading your thoughts...they make me pause and think and have my own thoughts....

[emmajoy]

There are so many facets to this diamond. Where to start? Living 'whys' is the best way to live, after all tis whispered 'wise'. We have to unselfishly grab at life; to keep asking why is over-cautious, time consuming, tiring. Plus, you're right, Chris, nobody truly knows you or anyone else, nobody can assume the whole is who's displayed. As to the paradox, simple is only simple when the simple regard it, surely!

As for money, a word everyone mentions, many have but, so many more have not. Won't argue at the list of what can't be bought, to do that would be blind; can see what's there for the sharing, magic it is too. But yes, money lets a being reach out, up. It opens doors to life, 'It brings the means to transport ~ you to the places to be - you as you wish you are - though not always ~ as you THINK you are.' As to your final phrases, we alter over time, every second moves us to another place, we slow motion mentally and more.

My tears: misty mornings, wet grass, ripe apricots with a pinch of of salt.

[Cathy Wattam]

You have a colourful array of interesting points to make and I always seem to end up with more questions than even you posed. Quite a magical journey, I may have to travel it again. Thank you.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I was asked by willow to read this poem. I am glad I did, brilliant Chris.

[Penlady]

your life seems, in the bits and pieces I see, an interesting one, but so mysterious, even in the questions you ask. You live behind a veil, maybe you don't see it...Hi! You say its almost dry out there! Are you gardening? I hope your harvest is full and satisfying, if you are.