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MIRRORED PERFECTION
Now more than ever, I'm caught starring at my mirror.
Wondering what image stares back at me.
The blue eyes that once was, have turned black.
I think of the confident times, back in the days.
When I would have kissed my own reflection, thinking of perfection.
Though today, what stares back at me, isn't me.
1990
You spoke of me as a virus,
That inflicted your heart, bleeding you dry.
Sucking the life force you accumulated from years ago.
In return you played with my heart,
Kicking it around like a soccer ball.
You've recovered now, and you still kick me around, like it was 1990.
(To: Teri)
DO YOU????
Do you still think I'm an insensitive prick,
Now that it's you, holding me, while I cry?
(To: Teri)
THE TRAP
If your thinking that starring at me, with those eyes, will change anything.
Dream on, I've starred into those traps before.
So many times now, that I've made a map,
Incase I get lost.
(To: Tara)
SHE'LL KNOW
I think if the right person reads this poem.
Reading through the lines, and bullshit.
She'll see what I intended to say, what I intended to do.
She'll probably smile, cause I am.
She'll probably close her eyes, and picture my face, as I do hers.
She'll probably look into the stars, and find ours.
I think if she's read this poem,
She'll know exactly what I meant.
THE MESSENGER
Rings of shear gold conceal this package I hold.
With glimmering beams of light that blind the eyes.
Only one can read what message lies inside.
Only one can understand, only one can reply.
I deliver this package, concealed in gold.
With hopes she'll look beyond the treasure.
To within, where the true meaning will unfold.
(To: Angie)
DISBELIEVE
Holding onto life's spiritual meaning,
Renders me in disbelief.
If thou is so holly, thou almighty lord.
If thou is so trusting, thou almighty heavenly father.
If thou is so amazing, thou almighty creator.
If thou is so forgiving, thou almighty god.
Why don't you hear my cry's, my prayers.
I pray, nor cry for myself, But for her.
Yet she still hurts, feels the pain, and you wonder why it is,
I disbelieve.
BOX O' SHIT
I wonder if I had a box to throw all my shit into,
what I would dismiss as shit?
If I could stick the better part of my life inside,
how much would I hold onto?
I would surely have to cram it in, tape the box and mark it with the words,
Life put aside, for a rainy day.
THE FALLEN
Tainted souls of denial and endless shamefulness,
Reside along the mud drenched paths of the forgotten.
Whisk fully following in the demise and misfortune from the fallen.
Angels watch from across the clouds as the numbers grow and grow.
Casually making bets on who will fall next.
Not caring for the good of those, who have been dammed.
PEOPLE IN 3 THOUSAND DOLLAR SUITS
The critiques swell with anticipation,
To ridicule your work.
They laugh and make petty smirks,
At what took you hours to accomplish.
Seems as when they've filled from crushing your dreams,
They converge like vultures, searching for there next feast.
COMFORT
I draw comfort from the fact,
Within your heart lies my soul.
Holding that bruised entity ever so tightly.
Giving me reasons and factual knowledge,
I'm wanted, loved and needed.
(To: Angie)
HOWL
From outside my window, the wolves howl.
Sending shivers throughout my body.
I get up to see if my mind is playing tricks.
In the field I see, pairs of glowing eyes running free.
WE ARE....
The underappreciated, often overlooked.
The used, controlled, emotionally distraught.
We are....
The unloved.
REMEMBERING TO FORGET....
The fragrance I know, but can't pin point.
It clouds my judgement, do things I cross-examine.
With a slight pinch of evil, that maybe entices me.
Purity that warms my questioning.
I wonder if I glance unknowingly, if it could possibly surface.
I should have known all along, I did, I think.
Remembering, hurts.
Forgetting, kills. (To: Teri)
PRACTICED TEAR
I cry,
Sometimes,
On purpose,
Without hurt,
To prove to myself,
I still feel pain.
EMPATHY
If your reading this,
I've done my job.
Your following my words, my thoughts.
Maybe for an instance you can step into my shoes.
See who this person is, that tweaks your imagination.
Wonder how, when this will end.
I'll keep going to keep you in.
When you read this, I'm not alone.
Say words like, loneliness, emptiness, deprived, unloved.
What does your mind say now?
Gone yet?
BOTTLE OF HOPE
Things I want, but question their possibilities.
Afraid of the rippling, this could produce.
I'll write them down on a single piece of paper,
And place it into a bottle.
Walk down to the rivers edge, and throw it in.
Watching as it slowly floats away, till it's out of sight.
Eventually someday, it will find it's way to your hands.
You'll open it and read..........
Dear lost love.... found at last....
Signed Chris (To: Shannon)
3RD RHYME
Read the lines, from times, spiritual rhymes.
Release me, free thee, leave it be.
Here, from there, back to every where.
Words spoken, left broken, a lost token.
Lay forgotten, remained rotten, my soul's been boughten.
FOLLOWING
Wonderment of you, pass by.
Left here, in the after, asking why?
Does my touch cross your mind?
Is it something you can't find?
I say your wandering, alone and lost.
With me, behind, following at what cost?
If you turned around and saw me.
Would you notice my face, or let it be? (To: Tara)
CONFESSION #5
I don't know whether to hate or love.
Hate comes so much easier when I see you.
I want to hate you, but can't.
This must be a way of telling me I love.
I'm confused by everything you are.
I guess in a way, I really don't know you at all,
Though I'd jump at the chance, if it was given.
I confess to that.
STANDING HERE
Run towards, what I believe I am.
Turn around and look around, focus on what you see.
Does what you look upon please you?
I'm standing here, in that photo you want to take.
CHRISTMAS FOR 1
Christmas has come again to the unaccompanied soul.
Another tree stands, lit up, dawned with boxes.
I'll put on my fascist smile, pretending to care it's here.
Sitting aside, I'll dream of how it would unfold if you walked in.
I'll picture the twinkle of your eyes, and I'll crack a smile.
Alas, I'll return to where I was, sitting aside, pretending to care.
AS SEEN THROUGH A FRIENDLY TEAR......
I'm quite sure if you asked me to do anything I would.
Thinking about those facts scares me.
You mask yourself well, telling me things to catch my curiosity.
As it seems when I get to close you cut the ties.
Watching as I fell back alone.
Does it satisfy you when I cry?
Will you rest so I can stand on my own?
Or does the fact that I don't need you anymore scare you?
Maybe I held the reins all along,
And now it's my turn to use them. (To: Tara)
A YEAR AGO.....
It could have been a year ago, maybe more.
Things seemed to be alright, for that time.
When I'm with her I forget all the reasons against,
And rely on the now.
The "now's" are drifting away, and I'm caught fighting myself.
I really don't know who this person is anymore, though I miss her.
Others say I'm crazy, using my last wishes up on her.
It seems I can't help myself, I know the person she once was, the one I loved.
The person she wants to be, and someday I know she'll return.
I'm hoping she'll understand my feelings, and not take them for granted, as it seems she is.
I can't go on like this, only being a sideline attraction.
It could have been a year ago, maybe more, when I fell in love with her. (To: Tara)
CONSIDERATION OR JEALOUSY
While in a park reading a book,
I happened to look up and see,
Two lovers kissing.
I couldn't stop myself from gazing upon them.
Alas I did look back upon my book.
Out of consideration, or maybe jealousy.
THE DOORWAY GREETING
Is it the impure thoughts of tantalizing passion,
that finds your lanky body at my doorway?
I opened the door, like the times before.
Looking over you, you grabbed my hand and stepped into me.
Brushed your cheek across mine and kissed my neck.
I smelt your hair as you slowly tilted your head back and gave me that look.
The look that you always gave me.
The one that was suppose to excuse the phone calls you never made.
The one that made me forget the pain you inflicted on me.
The one that would melt my doubts and let you in.
I looked away, starring downward at my shoes.
You kissed my hand, let go, turned and walked away.
I looked up, watched you get into your car and drive off.
Walked back inside and closed the door. (To: Tara)
LIGHTNING CRASHES
I checked my machine, in hopes you left a message.
Instead a song plays, our song.
It brought back the memories of when I fell in love with you.
I could remember us singing that song.
Remembered when we picked it.
I tried to sing, but I was to busy crying to get the words out. (To: Angie)
WHY DID I?
Pain, shame, blame.
Tucked away deep in this raging sea.
Was it me? Why did I flee?
CLOSED
When all has closed and I finally return.
I'll place all my past in the stove and watch it burn.
I'll flail and dance with the flame.
When all is closed will you dawn my name?
I'll place my future with yours, become a pair.
I'll speak to you as one, keep you aware.
All this time spent alone, it will come to a end.
It's approaching love, just around the bend. (To: Angie)
ALWAYS THERE
How can I tell you, in words, song, poem?
Tell you that I'm here waiting for you.
I anticipate everyday I get closer to holding you.
With every passing day, we get another inch closer.
Closer to each other.
You feel that?
It's me baby, walking, running, crawling.
To get to you.
How can I tell you, so that you'll believe?
Believe that you and me, are those stars we see.
Those stars are so distant, yet they're always there. (To: Angie)
REUSED
I am but a crushed, brown paper bag.
That can be reused.
WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT....
That night, things seemed to follow a routine.
One I believed for once would end right.
Again, yet again, it resided in a questionable ending.
The scene drew to a close, you walked away, posting your "To be Continued" scenario.
Brushed your hair aside, never looking back.
You left the door open, for that night. (To: Tara)
SCALE
Weigh your thoughts, discard the facts.
Rely on what stands in front of you.
Compare the years against the days.
The scale tilts one way, only to return to a perfect balance.
Compress the truth into a ball and place it upon.
Tilting the scale back to the lies. (To: Teri)
WHAT IS DIFFERENT?
Squeeze me into a glass.
Pour out what you dislike.
Tell me what you see, that is different.
BRINGS ME BACK....
Talking to you, brings me back to that fantasy.
The place where we meet every night.
The silence to most would seem weird, but to us habit.
Singing to you, brings me back to reality.
The place where I know I love you. (To: Angie)
HIDDEN
We distance ourselves from who we are.
Driving cars with blackened windows.
Wearing dark glasses to hide our eyes movements.
Building fences to distance ourselves from problems.
Closing steel doors, bolting locks, arming alarms.
Siting in the dark, scared of the unknown that haunts our thoughts.
Curled in our lazy-boys, thinking we're invisible to others.
Cowardly sneaking to our rooms, closing the door.
Fading away to a deep sleep of loneliness.
Awaking to another day of seclusion.
TRIBULATIONS
Tribulations of us flow across the screen.
With me, on my emotional roller coaster.
Fine one minute, a wreck the next.
Would, or could it remain how we imagined it?
A black and white film, with no words.
Only sub titles written by some writer.
Who is casually expressing and describing how we feel.
Can we afford others to write the end of our beginning?
Tribulations of us flow as yells and screams.
With you, in a controlling atmosphere.
Fine one day, a wreck the next.
Should, or will it remain how we wrote it?
A book in another language, neither you or I understand.
Only guessing what the words mean.
Where things bounce off the truth, and return as false claims.
Who is this author that writes such blind beauty?
Will he interpret them in ways we can see?
Can we afford to walk away from the beginning?
Tribulations of a poet in black ink.
With him, trying to express into words of his love.
Writing one minute, blank the next.
Can he explain to her, or will she see?
Poems line his soul, on paper, in thought.
Where his words inflect her.
Who is this poet that walks in fear?
Will he ensure her of himself with these words?
Can he finish this poem, or has it just begun?
Tribulations of a soldier.
With her, trying to finish steps.
Where measurements of time and distance come forth.
Who is this soldier that marches forward?
Will she find the ways to explain?
Can she march on without falling back?
Who will pick her up when he can't?
Can she finish the poets job, or has the time come to an end? (To: Angie)
DREAM FINDER
It's all to easy to forget what we await.
Life was never to be easy, and for us it's worse.
It's tough not knowing your thoughts.
Worse not knowing what to say.
I still visit your dreams every night.
Though it seems you're getting harder to find. (To: Angie)
PRACTICED LINES
In my head, I can see the words.
I can say them, to myself.
The words I must tell you.
But it seems that when your around, they disappear.
And I'm caught trying to fight with my conscious to remind me.
Then I stare into your eyes, and I forget all about the reasons why I love you.
In those few moments, when you look into me, the words speak for themselves.
And you smile, in a way that tells me, you know exactly what I had practiced in my mind. (To: Tara)
THE GREAT OAK
Just over the hill, about fifty feet left of the creek.
Lies the great oak.
Her limbs all contorted, almost looking like bent arms reaching for something.
Old twigs and branches lie around her base.
Casualties of time and the harsh climate.
The grass grows high around her.
Rocks from years ago, scattered around her feet.
There's no other tree around, she's the focal point of the surrounding landscape.
And I remember, my mother telling me of the times she use to climb her limbs.
There I am, years later, doing the same. (To: Mom)
FAILED EXPOSURE
It was dawn, the sun had just started to crest the mountains.
The sky, was painted a perfect blue.
What clouds there was, were smudged across the sky.
The trees stretched upward to capture the suns rays.
Birds flew in perfect formation, carelessly, freely.
The wind was a cool refreshment, from the already humid day to come.
And there in amazement, I stood.
As you stood feet away, accompanying this perfect backdrop.
It still brings a smile to my face, that perfect picture I didn't take.
(a poem about North Bay, a little piece of heaven tucked away in Ontario)
1 AM WAKE UP CALL
"Ring,Ring,Ring"
Hi
Hey
Sup?
Nuftin you?
Nodda
Really?
Yeah really, how about that?
What?
You know
Ohhhhhhhh yeah! (Belch)
You didn't
What
You just burped didn't you?
Yup
That's nice hahahahaha you freak
You know it!
Muahahahahahahahahaha!
I'm going to bed.
Oh no your not.
Yeah... I am..
K.. goodnight eh
Night...
"Click" (To: Shannon)
AND THE DAYS WENT BY SLOWLY.....
It seems as yesterday, we were all scrounging up our money for a case of beer.
They called us the Lunenburg gang, we were inseparable, or at least then.
Mere 15 and 16 year old kids. While others were doing there homework, we did our own rendition of it.
Finally it arrived, and it was like Christmas every week-end.
And the days went by slowly...........
We'd pack that liquid on ice, and gather up wood for that evenings festivities.
Sit back on the picnic table passing out smokes, laughing and joking around.
Then the time would come to walk up that hill for supper.
Eating supper as fast as possible, hit the phone to call everyone and off again.
And the days went by slowly...........
We finally made it, started the fire and took our usually plots around it.
Dark rapidly approached, and the bottles lay blank on the ground.
The sky was so clear, the stars almost touched the earth.
Then out came the song..... singing ever so loudly it echoed.
And the days went by slowly............
Retreating to the picnic table from loss of balance.
We would play the drinking games from old.
Screaming at each other and laughing at nothing.
Waving at passing cars, surprised when they stopped in to join.
And the days went by slowly...........
The night drug on..... and the pact was made.
Nothing, absolutely nothing will come between us. (Funny how naive we were)
And all swore to this, and we drank.
It was tradition, the drunk tour through the village, and off we went.
And the days went by slowly.........
Hours later, with dawn approaching.
All guards fell short as we talked about things never spoke of while sober.
Problems with loved ones, home situations, and everyone listened.
Giving advice when ever possible.
And the days went by slowly.......
Thus was time to leave, get a few hours sleep.
We'd truck off, for that ever so long walk home.
That usually took 20 minutes sober, but took forever sloshed.
Bumping into each other, talking but not making any sense.
And the days went by slowly........
And here we stand, years from then.
Two have moved away, one married.
One an alcoholic, the other a workaholic.
And me "the lost poet".....
And the days went by slowly... or at least then.......they seemed to (To: Don, Glenn, Todd, Steven, Jody)
LONELINESS
The cowering of it's presence frightens you
Thoughts of it entering your soul petrifies you
The acts it plays with your mind destroy you
Realizations of it's repercussions blind you
Loneliness.........
The haunt of all haunts
That grips at your insides, ripping at your rational thoughts
All along denying it's presence
FIRE AND LIGHT
I hold out my hand
From which appears the light
That captivates you
When you approach it, the light grows more intense
From your hand appears a flame
That entices me
For when I approach it, the flame grows higher
We touch, and the light becomes the flame
That had always been, just never noticed (To: Angie)
THE MANTLE
I was too you, a plastic snow ball
You would shake me and watch while the fake snow swirled within
Place me back down on your mantle, then leave
Every passing day walking by, to see if I was still on that shelf
Once in a while you'd stare at me, as I stared at you through the blurred plastic
It was to you, an imaginary world for you to control
To me, after all those years, it was routine
You left, for a short time and I stood in my plasticized realm
Starring at the space around me
I broke free, and took the steps for the first time in so long
All the time looking over my shoulder to see if you were around
You returned to find the water stain on the mantle
Things never were the same, I had my taste of freedom
So you continued your hunt, to find a new ball, to place upon that shelf
As I weigh the consequences, of my venture
Lost without the guidance of the hands that once held me
Even today, I still look over my shoulder, to see if your there (To: Teri)
LIFESAVERS
My lifesaver
She's every flavor, combined into one
That one you would never taste
For when it's gone, it's gone forever
So instead I hold her close to me
She's more than a sweet, she's my best friend (To: Shannon)
CONFESSION #4
I don't know what I want
I feel like I'm starring down the barrel of a gun,
forced to make split minute decisions.
Decisions of which will play out the rest of my life.
On one front sits her, the other my job, then there's that other.
The other that I'm unaware of.
And I'm scared, more scared than ever before.
I confess to that.
THE MAGIC EIGHT BALL...
I grab the all mighty, mystical eight ball of knowledge.
As if for some reason it will tell me, or warm me of what's to come.
So I pear at its window of opportunity, patiently awaiting the outcome.
For as it slowly floats to the surface, appearing in front of me is nothing.
In disgusted I shake it violently and await yet again...
Nothing... again... Nothing...
In a childish tantrum, I throw it against the wall.
Smashing it, as the magical liquid streams down the wall.
And there.... it sits, the mystical triangle of the unknown.
Out of curiosity I approach it, like a hunter after his prey.
For from mere feet away, I can see............. there's something there...
As I'm standing over it... it comes clear....
Nothing.........
THE SWITCH
You stand above, what use to be my plateau.
I've been bumped down, demoted as it seems.
Your crying, and the tears stream downward.
Drenching my head, then flowing down my face.
I call to you, but you don't hear me.
You stand above, what use to be a dream.
One that played every night, in my collective thoughts.
Your crying, and the tears fall like snow.
Coating my body, with the coldest of chills.
I call to you, but my frozen words fall short.
You stand above, what use to be me.
I've changed, for it's a new season.
Your crying, and the tears fall like black rain.
Which burns my eyes and stains my heart.
I plea to you, you call back.
Asking me to join you, but I can't.
I stand above, what use to be your plateau.
You've been pushed aside, forgotten as it seems.
Your crying, and the tears don't find me.
You call to me, but I've moved on. (To: Tara)
(WHATEVER THAT IS)
Asleep, in a perfect world.
Where all the trees beir fruit.
I pick, and eat, what use to be oblivious to me.
Throwing the inedible away.
It sits there, as I stare at what use to be.
A once perfect world, that has been picked clean,
Then thrown away.
We stare at that, wondering where it all went wrong.
Knowing, that in a perfect world (whatever that is) we wouldn't wonder such things.
"RAIN KING"
Remember the times,
When we would play "Counting Crows",
and sing every song, till we lost our voices.
"But I'm alive, I'm alive, and I'm sinking in"
Putting our arms around each other, parading through the woods.
Laughing, crying at all the shit.
"She's been dying and I've been drinking, and I am the rain king"
And we would stop, look above and scream,"I am the Rain King" (To: Putz, Don, Glenn, Jamie, Teri, Tara, Crystal and Cathy)
JUST A GUY
I'm just a guy, (for better words)
A guy, looking through smudged glasses, at a decolorized world.
Where everything is etched in water colored dreams.
Which run into each other, creating a bold shadow.
Just a guy, who creates, in his mind a picture.
A simple picture, that has no focus.
Distorted images that overlap each other.
I'm just a guy, who writes words, sentences.
That others read.
Words that stream into each other, gathering momentum.
That even when I read them, I'm blown away.
Or for better words ask, who is this guy.
THE LAST POEM....
They walk down the flagstone pathway...
Two voices, two spirits, two hearts...
2 seperate entitys that join'd to form one...
Together though taken apart...
Ahead of them the path splits...
Still they stand at the fork in the road...
Stare'n into eachothers eyes...
Begging life to lighten the load...
That society has placed upon there dreams...
That time has thrown into their plans...
Dreams of the future, yet to come...
Hopes to destroy life's petty demands...
Memories that can't be destroy'd by there enemies...
So they look at the path that once hopeless is whole...
And he holds her ever so close... and whispers...
She carries the words in her heart, in her soul...
He starts to walk away... still cup'n her hand....
She tries to be strong. She tries not to cry...
Tears flow down the canals of his sculptured face .. though she is not witness to the fact...
And she calls out to him... "this is not goodbye"...
He chokes back the emotion.. and says .. bye is forever...
And this is a test. This is only a test...
A test to be write'n in stone... then cast'd away...
A test that will make all the pain go away...
He lets go of her and hand.. as she takes her way ...
.......................
And here he sit's .. and here he pray's that maybe soon she'll come home this day (By: Chris & Angie)
SHADOW PUPPET
We are merely shadow casted images
Thrown from across the fields
Onto a blank white canvas
By persons we can't conceive
Caught in an alter egotistic realm
Where you are the pawn on there worldly board
Put forth as an entrapment for there opponents
For when you fall, your put aside
To watch from the sidelines
As others continue, where you left off...........
