"I Shall Not Assume..."

"I Shall Not Assume..."

A Poem by Chris
"

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

 

 



 

© 2012 Chris


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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.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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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.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

a poem that leaves me feeling like a kitten with a new ball of yarn to play with. Loved this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


OK, Chris, you have my head spinning. You've been playing a game you can't win with yourself. No one knows the real you. You give us little peaks and glimpses of the real you, but there are things that you withhold. Your tears are made with a touch of:
"Clove,
Cinnamon,
lavendar, leaf of bud rose, hummingbird wing,
buttercups and crushed violets,
sand fleas,
...copper,"
The copper, might be blood, which I could understand. Cloves, cinnamon, lavendar, leaf of bud rose, hummingbirds wings, buttercups and crushed violets are all things that I love. But the sand fleas? Does that mean you bite? You ask us questions that really have no answers, but that doesn't mean I think you are a pain or an interruption. The Asking section sort of reminds me of Dr. Seus. I guess I always learn something by reading your poetry. Thank You!

Posted 12 Years Ago


except for the found objects I transform..some times I use money...
"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."


Posted 12 Years Ago


I am going to take some time to wrap around this. It takes time just appreciating the beauty of your haiku. This!??! I like a lot in the first and second reading. I know there are more treasures waiting for me to wake up and see them. Great work, sir.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Love, love, LOVE the "asking" verse. You go so deep, and make my head spin. But in a positive way. Love to see others express their deep thoughts so lyrically.

This piece says so many things, I don't know where to start. I'll try to make it brief, and simply state that change is often a hard thing for us humans to accept, and adapt to. Change, in life, and space, and time, is inevitable. I'm trying to embrace change, and realize it is completely necessary for this journey we're all on. If things stayed the same, what would we learn?

Posted 12 Years Ago


.... my tears taste like .... a window not looked through.... only imagined.

Posted 12 Years Ago


first stanza from my shoes says, u carryin a cause on your own, cant win
do u do it their way or make up ur own rules
then two lines assuming someones out to win.
i liked...u have to live your why your ways.
the dont assume stanza seems like its saying...dont judge me till you have walked in my moccasins.
i liked all the taste of your particular tears stuff, u portrayed a picture glimpse of you beautifully.
i especially loved the simple souls stanza...even a dumb a*s like me can surprise a person sometimes...but then again...this is about you...not being me...
i liked your...money means glimpses.
the eating stanza and the cold wet and hungry stuff was sad and i can empathise.
the i know i am an interuption stanza was familiar for me too, probably most related to me...though you are not being me.
the last three stanzas are encouraging and end nicely on the up and up.
just a review...in terms...that appear to me...not meant to offend....take what you like...delete if you dont. you inspire me a lot. thanks.

Posted 12 Years Ago


We sometimes pay a price, for growing .. I've ask many questions .. and got a few answers .. And who I was , isn't who I am .. that's true .. Some growing moments were so subtle , stealing in .. quietly, and leaving me changed forever .. maybe I didn't KNOW then .. and maybe I did .. . I do know, that being taken, and being given away ..and going without, did change me within .. And I don't want to go back to that poverty .. or shame .. or be that child, in that place, ever again ..

And now tomorrow is here .. and pain and tears re-visit .. and build a forever prison, greater than the prison of ignorance or poverty .. or shame .. And I wish .. and I wish .. Life would be fair .. and forgiving .. in the end ..

("I AM NOT YOU" .. I am working on that statement) .. .. I don't think anyone could really know, the cross-word-puzzle of You .. Unless You want them to ..

So many thoughts to ponder .. Thank you for sharing ..

Jazz ..

P.S. .. My tears taste like "Baby's Breath" .. and Rose Petals ..

Posted 12 Years Ago


"Who you were
isn't who you are...
and you never knew."

Yeah...and knowing comes at a price that you never knew, either.

By the way...what's solitaire hangman? Is that a kind of "gaming suicide"? A poetic thing? :)




Posted 12 Years Ago



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