Go you therefore in to the night without spite or neglect
Say hello to your friend or he will forget
Love to whom we often never see
But the homeless person standing next to me
Why must there be colors that keep us apart
Prejudice shown and hate spilt
We are human one being in one
No colors should be seen just the love for another within
Poets, musicians and all writers alike, yes we unite
We sit here amongst each other
I see only you, you and you
The big and wonderful RED, WHITE AND BLUE
Yet that still does not pull us together
It is true, it is true
29 January 2009
19 January 2009
My Angel
Sinking into my soul
The love she would give me
She said yes when I asked her if she would,
My sweet angel stayed for a while
Her skin bathing in the moonlight
She is far away now
I need a phone call
I need to hear her voice
Taste her words
A raven beauty
The angel that haunts my soul
Her eyes black as a moonless night
Hands given from the Gods
Calm my wounded heart
The red taken from her
The blood drained
Sculpting a body of porcelain
All alone, we lay intertwined
The movements of her hips
The softness of her lips
The love in her heart
I miss my angel
Christopher Chapman 2009 ©
The love she would give me
She said yes when I asked her if she would,
My sweet angel stayed for a while
Her skin bathing in the moonlight
She is far away now
I need a phone call
I need to hear her voice
Taste her words
A raven beauty
The angel that haunts my soul
Her eyes black as a moonless night
Hands given from the Gods
Calm my wounded heart
The red taken from her
The blood drained
Sculpting a body of porcelain
All alone, we lay intertwined
The movements of her hips
The softness of her lips
The love in her heart
I miss my angel
Christopher Chapman 2009 ©
12 January 2009
"I have spent years running from my past wanting only to confront it and now that it is catching up with me, I find myself pressing the delete button more than I should and I don't know why."
Christopher Chapman 2009 ©
Christopher Chapman 2009 ©
04 January 2009
It hurts to care I know now
The gates to my soul are full of low
The people I am finding are all ago
Running from me as if I have the plague
I am to blame
I can see the flames
They grow and they grow
Casting the shame
That fills my heart
I do not know where to start
I have tried to befriend
Tried time and time again
Yet it brings me full circle
Still no one to talk to
No one that stays
Just me, myself and I
Are all that remains?
Christopher Chapman 2009 ©
The people I am finding are all ago
Running from me as if I have the plague
I am to blame
I can see the flames
They grow and they grow
Casting the shame
That fills my heart
I do not know where to start
I have tried to befriend
Tried time and time again
Yet it brings me full circle
Still no one to talk to
No one that stays
Just me, myself and I
Are all that remains?
Christopher Chapman 2009 ©
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