Blah Blah Blah

I'm not here right now, leave your name and number after the beep.......

Monday, October 31, 2011


As a child I had an alter ego, his name was Michael. I wished I could be like him. Michael wasn’t scared. Michael could stand up for himself.  Michael was always safe, and when he wasn’t safe he made it safe.
In the third grade I was supposed to write a paper, a short story, about something scary. It was Halloween and it was in Miss Silvers’ class. I wrote a story about Michael's step father beating him one more time. Only this time Michael fought back. He hurt the step father; hurt him so bad he would never harm Michael again. At this point I have to put a disclamer in here, I couldn't wright so all I turned in was a paper covered in gibberish.
It is Halloween, and to this day there are times I wish I had been Michael. Then I wouldn’t be haunted.


Hiding under the blankets
Their voices so loud
You want to cry?
I’ll give you something to cry about!
Why can’t you be more like your brother?
The cries from down the hallway
Louder and louder
Don’t worry
I’ll keep you safe
Michael whispers
Don’t make any noise
Or they will come for you

Chris McQueeney 10/31/11 3:50PM

Thursday, October 27, 2011

The road lied

The road lied

That old blue truck
Smelling of dad
Grease and petrol, not overwhelming
Just the way things should be
The Blue Mountains spread out before and behind
The pass inclined severely ahead
As far as the eyes could see
Yellow and red lights glared their displeasure at the moon
Safe as the smell, safe as the feel of dad’s presence, not vulnerable, secure
The safety of the road a figment, not real
The road lied, the truckers didn’t
Black ice as far as the eyes could see
Red and yellow warning the unwary

Chris McQueeney 10/27/11 8:07AM

Thank you all for the comments. I need to find a Better way to reply, if I do it from my phone it goes as an email, from my computer I have to jump through hoops like this wasn't my own blog. Oh well, such is life. That pass, and that truck have special meaning to me. looking back I can see how scary it should have been, but at the time all I felt was safe, and sad. Sad because yet again I was having to leave my true home, and the security of my father. That eight hour drive would be the last I would see of him for about four months.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Update on the cigarette situation.

I have had NO cigarettes for over six days….over the hump!!! I am still using the patch. It took about three days to drop the smokes on the patch. Fuck man, I gotta say quitting is tough. A good portion of my life has revolved around supporting my habit. The mental obsession to smoke is a powerful one to overcome, but this time something is different. My body may want, but my soul doesn’t. Today I have a lot of gratitude, the shackles have been lifted! What a birthday present to myself, one week off of cigarettes.
Ok, enough about cigarettes. I am having some peace and comfort in my life. It has been a long time, and I have been feeling a bit hope less about it, but I guess just like Oregon, wait five minutes and the weather will change. I have a friend who has asked me to help him with his writing. I think he thinks he is putting me out by asking me, he is not. Again another thing to be grateful for, one year ago I couldn’t even write, and now I am in a position to help someone else.
Have a good day people, may your wanderings be fruitful.
Chris McQueeney 10/17/11 9:15PM

Saturday, October 15, 2011


I was organizing the files on my computer and realized that I have 37 poems. In less than 6 months my life has changed dramatically. Of the things I feel good about the poetry is towards the top of the list. Going back through them has been a journey; I wonder how I will feel about them in a year, or ten.


Eternity throughout to learn
In time fires from heaven will burn
In the eyes of the ever present watchers
Time slowly fades
One minute your here 
The next your there
Then gone
Eternity throughout to learn
In time fires from heaven will burn
Will burn

Chris McQueeney    I’m not sure when I wrote this, rewritten  10/15/11 11:12 AM

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Iron belly

Iron belly

Dust devils spin
Stirring the imagination
If I was that small
If it was that high
Would I fly?
Around and around
The world fading from view
Wind swept debris
Filling my sight
At this point
In my musings
My stomach flips
Even in dreams
I get motion-sick!

Chris McQueeney, 10/11/11 3:45PM

Friday, October 7, 2011

Whisper so soft...

I have a poem that was inspired by the name of a blog that I follow. Her posts are dark, and beautiful. I am adding a link to her blog, please visit.

Whisper so soft

Screaming whispers so soft
Thundering along my nerves
So strong the force
You should see
Blinded by your malice
Your restless discontent
You cannot
I rage, I beg, I plead
I scream as if the volume will crack through
The driven nature of your ignorance
Finally, heart broken, soul torn
I whisper     
Please stop
please stop you’re killing me

Chris Mcqueeney, 10/7/11

Here is the link to her blog....

I am linking this to dVerse poets pub....I think if you like poetry you will like their site.