Being a seasoned listener I understand. Being a standup philosopher I philosophize.
You made me set aside my soul, I conceded to you my version of life. But that was then and this is now
Somewhere, I am sure, There is a calmness within. A quelled silence, A stone's stillness. As a lighter touch At the anvils' beak. So there is to be a finale. A fourth fool taken, To the most peaceful of places. For we are all just assemblies in a field, Which was once a forest, Or … Continue reading The Last Ever To Die
Remember to step carefully On the wounded and the fallen, So as not to Further Rub salt into their wounds. Lest we forget Due to our progress, We the people of their future, The sacrifice thus made Overarches our contentment. We are sorely touched By that Winter Campaign. They are all a distant Resemblance of … Continue reading Inheritance,
Down down to the root. At the root, a rooting tooting dream. A demon... The drivel of life is sucked upward to the sky. This is the place of transformation. Osmotic pressure to produce, to provide. And the simple pleasures? Tough to divide, Cellular and to the point. Conceivable, linear. The drum beat of the … Continue reading Hark
the how of death into the trench there are no stars here tonight. there are always flashes flashes of genius from someone somewhere. there are fewer people to tidy away soles and more souls, and those feet. ©️2019 Christopher Thompson
I am at the edge of the piano The dark edge of the encasement. I linger at the tough end of the wedge And hint in my tiny voice Of my enlightenment. This is in stark contrast To the woodland of youth. The long felled concrete jungle Where I cut my health. Nothing is black … Continue reading Harmonics of life.