Here's to a new adventure, cheers!

 

Stark and Dry

Where do you go when your soul

is just not right

When from horizon to horizon

It is stark

Why so bleak and dry

When it is dark inside

while within a sandstorm 

I hide

Where do you go when it's time to hide

When it is dark

And storming inside your mind

Where do you go

When it is dark and Dreary

Stark and Dry

Chris McQueeney    6/30/14    10:45 A.M.

So I am pondering the layout of My Chapbooks and I just realized that I can do anything I want as far as the content goes. They will be my books, mine...that is kind of a heady feeling. Not only that it is in a way daunting. I want them to be well received. Even though you could technically call me an artist and a poet it is still new to me. In a lot of ways I think very linear, straight lines and all. Kinda goes with me being a Libra, balance and fairness...well, here's to a new adventure, cheers!    

Stalking Myself

Was made


Shadowed soul seeking a hole
To bury itself
One bottle of gin
Then let us begin
that beastly role
A grave digger's spade
Was perfectly made to lead the way
Inside of dirt's womb
Deeply entomb
The mess we have made
Glass in hand
Roughly engraved
A soul's last stand
Was made


Chris McQueeney   6/29/14    4:37 P.M.


I am working on a new book, this one will take  a while for me to put together...I'm guessing Stalking Myself will be in the editing stage by early next year...in the mean time I will be putting out two Chapbook editions of my poetry with annotations and short musings of mine.

The Memory Tree

        Comforting


Shaking the memory tree
At times can be
Comforting
Danger
     The sign ahead
                   Says to me
                                Caution
              Falling memory
Gotta be a bit careful
When shaking the memory tree
What comes loose
May not seem
So comforting


Chris McQueeney

American Dream

American Team

Tornado alley trailer park

Speakeasy

Sleezy speed freak

Wheezing his way

On the wrong side

Of the tracks

Sit back

And watch it wind

Its cyclonic

Disaster

Trashing its way

Through our everyday

Got no scratch

Got no play

Way of life

Lived to the utmost 

Tornado alley trailer park

Dream

Speaksleezy queen

Cream of the crop

Rises up to meet

Him

On top of the heap

Modern day

American team

Chris McQueeney  6\20\14   1:02 P.M.

once on a lul-a-by

There is Only Sky

Somewhere over the rainbow

there is only sky

no witches on broomsticks

or monkeys that can fly

Somewhere over the rainbow

are dreams that lie

no twister falling houses

or little people on the line

somewhere over the rainbow

there is only sky

no dreams to be spoken of

once on a lul-a-by

Chris McQueeney    6/19/14   3:59 P.M.

Pillars down

Notwithstanding

There's been

A communication breakdown

Your effusive use of words

Eludes me

Effectively blocking understanding

Their gravity of course

Notwithstanding

Sampson brought the pillars down

Easier than

Bridging the rapidly

Growing chasm 

Verbal canyon

Between you and me

Although knee to knee

Eye to eye we just can't see

How this came to be

I don't know

You got me

All I do know is

You got me!

Chris McQueeney    6/18/14    4:44 P.M.

tee off

No Short Game

Where do you

Put the tee

When you putt

The courses 

Of the moon

Do you radio

Fore

When your drive

Travels a mile

Or more

No worries mate

Just dump your shit

Over there

Gentle toss

Is all you'll need

Sorry we brought

Only drivers

There's no short game

On the moon

Chris McQueeney 6\15\14

I wanted to take a moment to express how utterly grateful I am at the state of my life...I get to see my children tomorrow, I am not homeless, or in jail...I'm happily sober and alive

Happy Fathers Day

Parts of the story


I live where lepers walk
Dropping hints wherever they haunt
Bits and pieces
Putting finger to it's
Not hard, rather simple when
They're just laying around
As if to spare
Parts of the story
Are missing
He says with ire
There's nothing to fear
Child
No worries here


Chris McQueeney 2:11 P.M.

wants and needs

Says stay

People be damned

The heart wants

What the heart wants

Who's to say

What's right

Or wrong

How do you stay strong

If the heart

Says stay

When it's time

To go

People be damned

Who's to say

What's right

Or wrong

The heart wants

What the heart needs

Why fight

It's too strong

Chris McQueeney.  6\13\14.  12:27 P.M.

today I will take what I can get

PO ET RY

Am I to literal

in my po et ry

Am I to literal

I don't know

I am Me

Chris McQueeney

Just a quick check in today...not much time infront of the computer...but oh well, I will take what I can get.

You Say

Don't speak


Just a random
Tuesday
They're watching me
You say
Looking over your shoulder
Without moving
Your head
See what I mean
You say
They listen don't speak
You say
Looking over your sholder
Without turning your head
Just a random Tuesday
Trust that
You say
I listen back
Just don't speak
They think
It's just another
Random Tuesday


Christopher McQueeney.  6\8\14

This was penned in responce to a piece from Christopher at northernwall.blogspot.com his piece is named survellance (excuse my spelling please)

Quillective

Rings the Sound

Sunlight danced across the sky

The days  you were born 

Gentle my hand upon her thigh

My other hand brushed

Hair from her eyes

Breathe hunny

Just breathe

I said as I held my breath

While in my head raced

Things unsaid

Hand laid gentle upon her brow

I told her I loved her

And reminded her how

To breathe hunny

Just breathe

These years later I'm reminded

How

Both of you came

With those memories

Rings the sound

Breathe hunny

Just breathe

Sunlight danced across the sky

The days you came to my life

My children, to you both these words

I love you

Chris McQueeney    5/28/14    3:05 P.M.

I dedicate this to my Children Chase and Karley...this was also written in response to the Quillective project Sorry for being late maybe next one right....Amber Rockin Red Norrgard 

Brutally

Unspoken


I live in a world
Where nothing's
Quite real
And I feel just
Off center
Off kilter
The filter broken
I don't say...
Can't say
Not quite real
We must
Leave these things
Unspoken

Christopher McQueeney.  2:03 pm. 6\4\14


After my injury I pulled in all my feelers. I thought I needed to protect myself. Sitting on the shitter today it dawned on me that I needed to get back to the writing that drove me before the hurt and fear and obsessive need to be safe. I am an alcoholic, I grew up poor and beset by dammaging experances, was driven by a disease. Immature I lived isolated even when surrounded by other people...when I learned to write i was freed in a way from that sad existance. I write raw and from the hip unafraid of the impression you may have, or rather I did, but in my need to protect myself, my children, and my little world I wrote from fear. At times the real writer would come out and I would brutally apraise myself, but inevatably the fear would return. I am an alcoholic without alcohol, have suffered a tramatic brain injury, and have survived. I plan to write about the last two years but I am going to give it some healing time; I want my writing raw, not me.

tail chacer

Being found


Fear of never and ever being found
wanting
waiting for the day that
they will say
your not enough
not enough
to grow through
not enough
to live through
not enough
to stay the line
true to what you should and
shouldnt do
live in a fear of never and ever
being found


Chris McQueeney    8/26/14    10:07 A.M.

Have you ever seen a dog or cat chasing their tail? it is funny to watch...but it is not fun to do. At times I feel like I get stuckin a very circular thinking pattern. Might have something to do with my TBI but it is hard to tell. I try to talk with people in my life about the things that happen as the result of the TBI and they often say in a most infuriating way "that happnes to me too", as if they have the need to minimize the reality of the changes in my life. No, you don't have it happin to you too I want to shout at times. I was forgetful prior to my injury, that's not the same as having short term memory loss as the result of a brain trauma. I remember things before, and it is different now. I am not bemoaning the lot that life has handed me rather I am venting a frustrating facit of my life. Things have improved dramatically and I am greatful for an amazing ammount of support I have recieved from friends and family. The worst thing someone can say to a sufferer of A TBI or any other mental health crises is  ""but you look just fine". Maybe try saying something like "I have noidea the struggles you are experancing, but I am here for you.

Breathe Again

Breathe Again

Living  with my insides

On the outside

Is uncomfortable to say the least

Can you see the flow

Artery path the the brain

Can you see the pain

From the ends of my fingers 

To the tips of my toes

Can you see the joy

All that from

One girl and one boy

Living with my outsides on the inside

Was necessary to say the least

That was what I heard

When I got the word

You can see them again...can 

Breathe again, inside-out or not

Breathe again

Christopher  McQueeney

After nine months I finally got the chance to hold my children again. This living nightmare has ended, it was amazing. They had grown so much...I guess that is what happens in nine months. I get to see them again thursday....and I plan to spend as much time with them as humanly possible....say hello to Chase Douglas McQueeney and Karley Marie McQueeney