If I were a room I would open my arms And welcome you in, Closing the door and my hands I would keep you safe Within me. I would let you rest Keeping you sheltered. I would love your dreams And wishes Safe. I would watch over you. But alas, I am a field. ©2018 … Continue reading Field.
If lifes' time lines can be described as a lattice work, then many crossroads will be encountered. If life is considered as a series of chance meetings, then therein many choices must be made. This would preclude any notion of zeros or hours. If time is life and life takes a lifetime to live, there … Continue reading ZERO HOUR?
This I made about 10 years ago. Listen on 🎧 for optimum quality ©️2020 Christopher Thompson.
Today I weighed in Much as a beached whale might. Full nineteen as a stone, Not in the least As The Neolithic, Or a Druid. I and bone, I am not young and sinue. I tread a withered weathered path. Heavy handed and with tongue. Today I weighed on scales Today I changed. Christopher Thompson … Continue reading Nineteen Stones.
Life in it's busy and rich route defies free will.Thus there is little to challenge timeAnd all that time envelopes.There are those of us who are heat proof,Others of us destined for doom.All of us however are to be detained Until the final event.None pick their way.Not one in life.Determination is after the fact, everything.And … Continue reading Routes detention, determination events.
I am 64 steps closer To that closing door. I draw nearer by the hour.
Revisit. If the first thought was of love The second must be of obsession. There is no getting rid No good riddance of these feelings. Liking or loving or contentment, Neither is harmful, Yet. You are not alone, But the question is begging are you? Love needs to be reciprocal. You are living your feelings … Continue reading In Anamnesis (because this time will never leave you)
We Came here to Groove you ©2019 Christopher ThompsonFrom the "All Machines Stop" ©2019 Christopher Thompson