Swing Away

Trying to note the importance of life
like a empty swing that rocks
Calling a name but no response
somewhere here
are the ones
that dimmed their light
left me alone but alright

Trying to find my way
at the back of the line
lost in a crowd
as I bleed time
here and now
to the back
way, way back
end of the line

Copyright © 2012 Christopher Lynn Lane

Below is a link to my brothers youtube page. He is a woodworker and all around funny guy. His channel will show you little tricks and ideas for any home builds, or do it yourself projects. He will also be adding funny and random videos as well. "Thank You All."

 https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQeOfd2Po7t7FG-1ZYOL1SQ

Pictures of Tennessee in 2014

No White Flags

Footprints of Iron
placed Heavy into the earth
made not of animal or man
but of Iron spirit and soul
that bleeds lifeblood into
the ground and plants hope
a journey that is being witnessed 
for those who believe in miracles
one made of new rivers and lakes
like the ocean giving birth

I wrote this for Steve Gleason. I've always been a fan of Steve and his unmeasurable determination. I hope to also help bring awareness to this disease, that is ALS. Doesn't hurt that Steve is also a fan of Pearl Jam. Lol NWF


Christopher Lane 2015

Society

Society hobbles
on a pharmaceutical crutch
character is flat
like the dulling
of brass

The gift
has gotten sold
people are in between
light and dark
secrets are printed 
everything is told

You feel yourself
to see if
you still feel
everything is changing
like advertised chameleons
disguising the road
life is not wealthy
it's cheaper than ever
no more Gold 


 Copyright © 2015 Christopher Lynn Lane


 

My brother just kicked off his website. Still in the early stages, but will be updating and adding post in due time. Check it out! Thanks, Chris.            
                                     
 http://www.lanebroswoodshop.com/

Lost Time

Unwritten distance
the lost miles
time pours
from a ruptured vein
like a broken faucet
coming down
into a endless drain

Looking for a lighthouse
from the rocks
aboard a ship
tied to a sea less dock
mother nature cries
as I lay trapped
in her hands
like a weathered clock

Hours go by 
as we sleep
in our minds
we awake in dreams
sleeping through alarms
we live for magic
betting against time


 Copyright © 2015 Christopher Lynn Lane

A different kind

 Separate
 From the others
 the ones who
wear that smile
stare at a time clock
no bumps or bruises
hands are clean
while the others work
they watch
from a wicker throne
a perfect life
but they cry alone
Separate
The two kinds
both of skin
one pretends
the other
callused
from within
Separate

Copyright © 2015 Christopher Lynn Lane

 

Living your dream

Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane

Voice of Rain

Rain fell and fell
day after day
Slowly I develop
a language of touch
with the rain
like a form of braille

Then suddenly
one day
the rain
breaks away
changes its tune
you hear foreign birds
singing up to
their maker
dressed up
as the moon

Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane

Somewhere Between

Between the notes
      I played

Somewhere in the middle
From the words to the applause

Of a great performance
      I was in there

long after they all left
      I was there

The only one
      Who stayed


 Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane

Looking for me

The days grew tired
Time clock has stalled
lifting up freedom
as the night grows
the bottle gets lighter
the PERSON
you are
Nobody Really Knows

Every mirror
knows your face
getting very familiar
time stacking up
weighing LOUD
on your skin
that mirror laughs
as it watches
as you pay for love
while being married
to sin


Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane

Planted Past

 The sun illuminates
 a seeding breath
 that blows ahead
 past mistakes
 planted in the ground
 of a man
 that sees deep
 from inside a tree
 where the roots
 begin to paint internally
 on a palette underneath
 where the colors
 rise to the earth
 as the rains bleeds



Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
 
 
 

Real Beauty

Real beauty
has her scars
knows her flaws
eyes look down
but not that...............................................Far

She's born of night
shadows walk away
from the moon
persuaded by the sun
to hold up the light

She's a beautiful picture
that bleeds
through a frame
of broken glass
people step over
as they pass

It's the truth in her
that blooms between
the poor and the rich
her beauty
is pieced together
like a stitch


Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane

Unclaimed journey

Looking for a particular road
not one painted in lines
but I know the one
It keeps me searching
long days under the sun
I ask the stars
not to tease and wink
but light a path
To an unclaimed journey
forever seeking the ones
that scream with madness
willing to go the distance
the unbroken ones
that are born to run



Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane

Concrete Roots

I feel like
a tree
that has grown
into a wall
unable to branch out
pushing against blocks
stacked up 
      T
      A
      L
      L
I'm bound in stone
with heavy roots
so we both can exist
and not have to fall

                       
                         
                         

Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane

Shadow of a mountain

A lonely bird 
drinks from a 
crowded fountain
as the others
begin to fly away
nature has her hand on pause
but she stands down
reflecting off the water
into unpolished eyes
a shadow of one
as big as a mountain


Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane

Back then

Filled my mind
with remnants
of back then
an earlier time

A time when clocks
were HEAVY
and broken curfews
were a punishable crime

It's like hitting
a picture with a hammer
Childhood friendships
become scattered
reduced to part-time

Great youth was alive
money was of no important value
wealthy was a pocket full of dimes
It only makes sense
to me now in certain words
The ones that come
to me inside a rhyme

Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane

There's A River

I love any type of water and I like to think water will cleanse the body internally as well. Perhaps, maybe even your mind too. I passed the river in our town the other day, and it made me think of this poem. I like to think maybe it gives you a chance to "wipe the slate clean" when needed. For some reason the river and the way it flows, just presented this poem to me.





There's a river
bleeding life blood
back into me
I'm clinging to the current
while my body
floats beside me
Drowned upside down
sucking air from my feet
Walking on my hands
using water as a street

Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane

Invisibe Memory

Invisible memory
that's where
you'll find me

Between a dream and reality
unsure the destination
across a walkable sea

Run away from history
as it will be disguised
appearing better than before
dressed up in make-believe


Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane