Sunburn

Sat in the Sun and sand
In this westcoast Pacific land
With the wind on my face
Watching the waves
Thinking of you
        And you
    And you
And you
Today
Each of you have a special place
Inside my mind
Heart
And soul
Each of you I could never let go
Even if I wanted to
For reasons un-agreed to by me
Some well beyond my understanding
You have been taken away
Today I sat in the sun and sand
With memories of you loving me
Close to hand
It is strange to me
How closely love and grief are linked
Between you
       And you
    And you
 And you
                And me


Zig©'20'

Static

As if chains
Could bind
The rage inside
Or hide
The fear in your eyes
I speak soft words
That reek
Of frustration
Leaving a taste
On the tongue
One can't quite place
Let's face it
Chained or unrestrained
This simple fact remains
Everything would stay
The same
If nothing changed

© Zig'20'

Good morning, God bless!

Or Three



Up with the sun
Thinking it would be fun
To have a drink
Or three
Or something to eat
Or somebody
To hold
Or just fucking talk to
Three hundred
And sixty six days
Since the day that
Went away
Up with the sun
Thinking it would be fun
To do the
Same thing
Today
As I did
Yesterday
Sleep in
Get laid
Three times
Drink tea
And eat
Doughnuts
And Chinese
And pizza
Read
And leave
That drink
Or three
Upon waking
To the sun's rising
To some other day

Zig©'20'

I ache to hold you
In my arms
To tell you
Things will be all right
Though every thing
Seems wrong
To sing you to sleep
Though I haven't
The song
Nor the voice
To ease your suffering
For you are there
And I am here
I have only
My love for you
And these words
I wish you could hear
Though things seem dark
Your head full of fear
If you seek
My love
God is always near
Call to him
He is
Close enough
To hear

Zig ©'20'

Friday

You know?


In these days of uncertainty
A stay
Of execution may
Or may not
Be on the menu
Then you
May
Or may not
Bemoan
Or groan
At the injustice
Of it
Continue or quit
An acquittal
Means little
When the Devil
Plays his fiddle
While your family
Drags you through
The cemetery
To view your own
Headstone
Isn't it pretty
They already had
It ready
Just in case
You know?

Zig ©'20'

I said goodbye to you
Many moons ago
One of the hardest things
I have ever had to do
Was to say no
To you
Was the right thing to do
At the time
If I could go back
In time
I would not change my mind
But I would let me know
That I would cry
When I found
That you died
Because real love
Does not really
 Ever let you go

On Wings

Fly me to places
With wicked trees
Screams on the breeze
More please
More please
And more
Please
Fly me to places
With wicked streams
Flowing into blood red seas
More please
More please
And more
Please
Fly me to places
With wicked dreams
Filled with scream filled
Blood red seas
More please
More please
And more
Please
Fly me to these places
Tasting of dispair
And misery
Only
To deliver me
To deliver me
And
To deliver me
Peace
More peace
More peace
And
More peace
Fly me to wicked places
On wings
To deliver me
To your peace Lord
To remind me
Upon waking
The gift of taking
Yet another
Breath

Zig©"20"

Why try
When it would be
So much easier
To walk out
Into the desert
And lay down
In the sun
To die
Body left to dry
No more pain
No more eyes
Averted in disgust
No more walking death
Nothing left but
A rag wrapped wreck
Why try
Why take
One more breath
One more step
What if
It doesn't work
Try to give up
And die
But God won't
Allow you to
Bow out
And die in the sun
Lie in the dirt
What if
It doesn't work
Like it didn't work
Last time
Why try
Because there is beauty
In life
Magic in each and every breath
Some day maybe
He'll let me rest
But for today
I choose life

Zig©'20'

There were times when the pain was so great that I would scream at God to allow me to die, that I would accuse Christ of having it easy because he only had to suffer for three days before he got to die...I no longer feel envy for the shortness of his plight, no longer scream at God in anger frustration rage and pain. Having been delivered from that walking death, no longer a starving rag wrapped wreck, I have nothing but compassion for Christ's suffering, and gratitude for each and every breath. Thank you God for another day, thank you God for not allowing me to die that way!

Nothing But The Truth

Met the Devil
One day
Down
In plya TJ
Listened to the words
He had to say
Drank beer
Ate pizza
With the Devil
In Plya TJ
The Devil paid
While his words
Played
Across my mind
Every word
True
Not one lie
Met the Devil
One day
Down
In Plya TJ
His words
Were true
Given
For free
We shook hands
He smiled at me
And I knew
I was not to believe
A single thing
He told me
True as his words were
I heard under
His truth would
Ruin me

Zig©'19'

Whimsy

Who's kiss is sweet

There was a box of chocolates
On a shelf
Meant for you
And no one else
But no one else
Must have been hungry
For the box
To be
Completely empty
I come to you
Heart in hand
Empty box
But here I stand
Just me
And me
And no one else
Knew there was
A box of chocolates
On that shelf
I swear to you
It was no one else
Who ate the chocolate
In the box upon that shelf
But were you to kiss me deep
Kiss me and me and no one else
You'll know the truth
Of the chocolate
From the box upon that shelf
Either it was me
Or
Me
Or
No one else

Zig©'20'

Living while dying

Some days are easier than others...today was less easy than some! This journey through words need not rely on the ease of my day, nor should the ease of my day dictate the joy in my life.

Living while dying
Is harder
When trying
To open doors
By bashing my head
Against the wall

Living while dying
Is easier
When trying
To follow
The path
Of least resistance

Zig ©'20'

Maybe it should be scandalous

Hurt

For a long time
I lost the joy
In writing
Trying not to
But still dying
Every moment fighting
For that next breath
Trying nothing but to live
Leaves a poet
Nothing left to give
Life is a four letter word
Like love
While dying one can
Never get enough
But when things
Go from bad to worse
Like love
Life can become a curse
For long and long
The dying went on
And writing
For the joy of it
Hurt

Zig©'20'

I was reminded yesterday that writing can be, should be, must be one of the joys of my life! Maybe it should be scandalous, me a forty two year old,m to be reading Percy Jackson books, but damned if they are not an expression of the joy an author can have when writing!

California Dreaming

California Dreaming
Sunshine streaming
Living and breathing
No longer on borrowed time
Sit with pen in hand
Hear the waves
Feel the sand
Bare feet touch the beach
Gingerly at first
The smell of salt
On the wind
I am alive
And
I am alive
And again
I am alive
At times I damn
My Oregon eyes
This land is so bright
But then
It sinks in
I am alive
And
I am alive
And again
I am am alive
California dreaming
Sunshine streaming
Heart still beating
I'm still breathing
And
I
Am
Alive
Again

Zig©'20'


Welcome to the first post on this journey through words!

I write under the moniker "Wander" I sign my work with Zig and my name is Chris...feel free to call me any one of the three, or just say "hey Fucker!" I'll know you are referring to me!
I am a poet, I am a man. I am an artist. And I am a survivor...

Words in a vacuum are lonely indeed, I don't want to just see my own writing, I want to see yours as well!

Poetry is the language of the soul, may mine bleed through my fingers for you to see, and read, and feel

Join me
Today I am
California dreaming
As my soul is bleeding