Archive for the “poemz” category
Richness Burn the Light
by Chris Lorensson on 21 June 2009 with
The distant futures are under our heels.
The twirling spike picks at our sutures.
Round in infinity, helpless for the cause,
the desk of inability handed down,
Becomes historic.
The righteous path is a narrow train-
acommodation and timely travel.
Chipping gravel at a charitable cause,
a throng of praise, electrification,
humming the tracks.
Uncomprehensible, dodging our gaze
of scientific mind indefensible.
Richness burns the light on our heels,
dropping to tap in sync with my prayer-
Inheritance.
The distant futures are under our heels.
Tesla’s tap’s crumbling our measures.
Drawing points on infinity, defining our time
to praise on trains on tracks,
“Glory to the Most High”
breath little conundrum
by Chris Lorensson on 15 September 2008 with
This city’s inside one wearing breath.
I can breath and there it is.
Tiny, coping with drugs and pornography.
It settles in warm and comfy inside one tiny breath.
Like the big bang, if ever there was one.
I sit down, breath little conundrum.
Tiny people walk inside,
they don’t know the half–
just that they’re very small.
Trim and proper, the bold and brash;
all sit down on benches at malls.
Waiting to be reborn with one more breath.
Into a fire, they perish instantly,
only to be reborn with one more puff.
A sad existence only if you know.
I can breath and there it is — inside that breath!
Like the big bang, if ever there was one.
I sit down, breath little conundrum.
Note: I’ll try to record the audio and update this.
We Thought We Knew… But it Was Just a False Alarm
by CJ Speelman on 17 January 2008 with
Hurting people are scared people… huddled in cold bathrooms, lying on concrete floors with leaking toilets getting their clothes wet through those drunken nights… through those drunken nights you see broken people passed out from worries too heavy to get high, too numerous to escape… how can you be cornered in an alley in the middle of the street??? how can you be trapped in a box when you are sleeping on a bench at a park??? Read the rest of this entry »
Beautiful Souls, Trapped in Ugly Bodies
by CJ Speelman on 3 October 2007 with
(“Can You fill me? Can you gratify my empty heart? Can you touch
me? Can that touch give me peace?”)
Unsteady legs, broken by chemical doses
And alcohol. No shoes, blackened feet from
Dirty sidewalks or muddy paths.
Her disheveled hair tangled by
Twigs and freshly cut grass clippings
Stiffly tossed in the wind, smelt like
Vomit, framing a twisted
Face, malnourished, scarred by a fire, beaten
By the sun…
Oh Woman! Thoughts scream out
Downcast eyes, afraid to look, afraid to
Gaze, afraid to love, afraid to talk
To someone so broken… so filthy…
So beautiful…
Crust lined eyelids, curtains for
Hollow, empty eyes. Seeing nothing real.
Blinded by translucent addiction.
“Nobody knows you like we do,” they used to say
To her at night while starring at persistent stars.
“Thank you so much!” she gurgled
Four consecutive times, searching
My face, blank with confusion.
Hungry faces in line, breathed heavy
In unison. “You’re welcome.” I quickly
Said, ignoring her plea…
Shunning her horrible face
Forgetting perfect Love.
Will you wash His feet tonight?
As I try to push you away.
Will you cover them with perfume
Intoxicating the room with your love?
As I look on sourly, with disdain.
Will you dry them with your hair?
As I forget amazing grace.
Will you be there to hold my hand?
When I am in your place…