Curtains
They will open
People will sing
Songs not yet spoken
Hearts are fresh
Learning to bend
Not yet broken
Story to be told
Of a love so ALIVE
It never sleeps
Nor Dies
But has just woken
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
Sightless
Glasses act as reflectors
Magnified from the soul
Where words are windows
That look out into the world
Hearts project vision
To guide the way
Where love is blind
And souls play
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Magnified from the soul
Where words are windows
That look out into the world
Hearts project vision
To guide the way
Where love is blind
And souls play
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Rediscovery
Looking for myself
between the rain
where the gaps are small
Hearing what nature has to say
anxiously listening for the phone
waiting on my life to call
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
between the rain
where the gaps are small
Hearing what nature has to say
anxiously listening for the phone
waiting on my life to call
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Free
Is this it?
Feels........
Well then, it feels lonely
It appears kinda pale
Nothing or nobody
Just here, alone
Almost sick
Like a Hospital
That treats patients
Who are retuning from Hell
A place for which
A man can take
two extremes
tie them together
and listen to them yell
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Feels........
Well then, it feels lonely
It appears kinda pale
Nothing or nobody
Just here, alone
Almost sick
Like a Hospital
That treats patients
Who are retuning from Hell
A place for which
A man can take
two extremes
tie them together
and listen to them yell
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Beauty in the Shadows
Not the loudest
Not the center
Not the biggest
"But the one"
Pushing me ahead
Guiding from behind
Screaming with silence
Not to be outdone
Full of wisdom
From listening to all
Sitting in the dark
The first person you call
She reaches out
With both hands
To love unconditionally
What she sometimes
Doesn't even understand
Puts the wrongdoers first
As she takes the blame
Works in the shadows
Constantly helping others
By knowing exactly what to say
Happy Mothers Day.........
-CLL
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Not the center
Not the biggest
"But the one"
Pushing me ahead
Guiding from behind
Screaming with silence
Not to be outdone
Full of wisdom
From listening to all
Sitting in the dark
The first person you call
She reaches out
With both hands
To love unconditionally
What she sometimes
Doesn't even understand
Puts the wrongdoers first
As she takes the blame
Works in the shadows
Constantly helping others
By knowing exactly what to say
Happy Mothers Day.........
-CLL
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Trapped Inside
Rain has become
a current narration of my life.
You see it's not the rain's fault!
I love rain but it squeezes you in tight!
Just a relationship based on being
too far on the inside.
Like a knife rooted deep
into soft ripe flesh
I have become the tip
of the knife.
Deeply hibernated in a madhouse
like an animal
or some kind of wildlife.
Copyright © 2013 Christopher Lynn Lane
a current narration of my life.
You see it's not the rain's fault!
I love rain but it squeezes you in tight!
Just a relationship based on being
too far on the inside.
Like a knife rooted deep
into soft ripe flesh
I have become the tip
of the knife.
Deeply hibernated in a madhouse
like an animal
or some kind of wildlife.
Copyright © 2013 Christopher Lynn Lane
Sunday, November 3, 2013
It's okay............
My mind is cluttered
Thoughts are spilling over
My pen is a drunk
But my words are sober
Paper wiped clean
with a dirty eraser
I'm putting down raw emotions
straight without a chaser
I'm learning me
In small
small swipes
between the blue lines
my poems are not
always full of sunshine
but that's okay
that's what makes
them mine
Copyright © 2013 Christopher Lynn Lane
Thoughts are spilling over
My pen is a drunk
But my words are sober
Paper wiped clean
with a dirty eraser
I'm putting down raw emotions
straight without a chaser
I'm learning me
In small
small swipes
between the blue lines
my poems are not
always full of sunshine
but that's okay
that's what makes
them mine
Copyright © 2013 Christopher Lynn Lane
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