Viewed through the eyes

As tall as the sky

Standing on the end

A little boy yells

Let me jump

Viewed through the eyes of a child

So simple

Let me jump

So simple, let me jump!

He jumps

This moment frozen

Locked in memory

This moment

Years have gone

The way they do for everyone

Still that memory

Viewed through my eyes

Dad, let me jump

I shouted

Standing on his hand

Let me jump!

My sister asked me to write a poem using the title from a poem of my father’s. I don’t know that I can, at least not now. I tried and it wouldn’t flow. About ten lines were written, than discarded. Some things, at some times, are just too big. This one gives me a feeling that the time for its expression is not now, maybe not even for me. Who knows? What does Who know? I don’t know, that was why I was asking you

8/29/11 11:42 PM

I don't know

How to talk to you

I don't Know

Tongue twists

Out pours emotional vomit

In place of the gentle discourse

You can do this to me

Only you

This is probably why

I still try

I hope life finds you well. I had a difficult day. I don't understand how conflicting emotions can occupy the same space. My life should be ripping a hole in the time space continuum, bang, existence should sputter, falter, than blink out! Maybe it has, existence just hasn't figured it out yet.

Eulogy to a dream

Eulogy to a dream

My life has changed in a real way. And I want to scream: fuck, world, why? Was it me, was it her, does it matter, probably not.

At one point in time I had a dream. It was safe and warm, comfortable. The wheels were on the truck.

Now not so much!

My family and friends are probably worried. This is something I should not be able to survive, not the me that was two years ago.

That dream I had has not been real for some time now, its ok, I’m ok.

This is me in print

Steak and flag

My steak and my flag 8/21/11 9:29 pm

He was so good at science

So good at science they named an elephant after him

One slip of the tong and I pounce

No attack, no ridicule

Ideas swirling and spinning

That is all it takes, one slip

Jumping in with my tong I say

This is mine, I lay claim!

With my steak and my flag

Spiked into your words

As if I have any rites to the syllables

Graciously you say “Ok, sure”

And laugh

Possibly at the arrogance of the un-tried

Or the exuberance

Or maybe, just maybe

The just plain crazy

Christopher I have to say from the bottom of my heart, thank you! You have opened a whole new world for me to revel in. Not just this pros/poetry world, also the world where it is ok for me to open myself up and be vulnerable with another man, hell another human being. Having laid my claim to your mistaken utterance with the intent on coming up with some witty maybe funny poem, the writing decided to take me to my own foibles instead. So now, I give back to you that which was not mine to lay claim to in the first place. My request would be that you write an intro about the man that generated the content for this slip. Of His contributions I would like to hear.” The man who was so good at science they named an elephant after him”

What's up?

I haven't posted on here for a while, life gets in the way sometimes. I decided to save some poems to see if I could get published. Some publishers need the work submitted to be virgin, and my blog is considered "published"

so I will be writing more often. Thank you fam and friends for your support and love, without witch i would not have survived life to this point.

with love,

Chris

I hold you in my heart

Hulk

What is your earliest memory? I think mine is Of Christmas. I couldn’t have been older than three. The snow had started falling and the street light became something magical. Under the tree an Incredible Hulk piggy bank sat like an ugly green lump. I had no Idea what a piggy bank was for. In the back of the Hulk’s head was a slot for coins, I’ll get back to that shortly. I remember feeling warm and safe. I didn’t have the Hulk for long. Having no idea what a piggy bank was for, and not being interested in the hulk at all, my interest was consumed by the slot. I spent hours and hours trying to figure out what it was for. Eventually I stuck a butter knife in the opening to make it larger, I wanted to see what was inside. Nothing, absolutely nothing, that’s what, so disappointing.  Having that mystery solved I proceeded to stuff anything I could into the back of Hulks head. David Banner said “Mr. McGee, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.” Within each of us, ofttimes, there dwells a mighty and raging fury, was a title card from the Hulk T.V. show circa 1977. What they should have said is, If you shove a butter knife in my coin slot you will see that I am empty, and you can fit a lot of crap in there.

Quotes and saying from http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0076190/quotes, thanks.

Edgewise 8/5/11

Ramblings of a desperate mind

Over and over the thoughts

Rolling down lanes well-trodden

Stopping not at all

The wheels on this cart don’t fall off

The horse following behind

Can’t get in a word edgewise