Personal Development through Thinking

The Poetry of Stephen R Christie
A Moment Eaten

There is no tomorrow! What point would there be?
I shall never hear another sound but that of a
last breath; a beautiful soul being set free.

What am I? - left behind - left to grieve this
space. Once I was the son of a woman proud,
Now, just another man without a place.

This pain I have seen, the speed of its blow.
What is missing from words that leaves a
cruel memory untouched; and with the whispers of night
the ghosts that I know.

Nothing saves a heart from the road to
oblivion,
when all it beats on,
is a single moment eaten …

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Yours

Yours is the first face to enter my soul,
And disturb my heart.
I wonder your name,
I wait for your smile in moments
of pain.
Looking for the time when we can speak together, but
I fear it will be never, never!

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Song of Life
 
When the blood stops flowing in these veins,
When my heart can no longer cope.
When my flesh is consumed by flames,
When my body escapes in black smoke.
I will know all that I only dream.
 
When this hand doesn’t occupy space,
When this breath is no longer exhaled.
When this soul ceases to be encased,
When this mind shall not know it’s failed.
Reality is not as it may seem.
 
Will I remember those who don’t remember
me,
Will I know love as I have never known.
Will I understand what is behind all this misery,
Will I never again be so alone.
Where is this place I know?
 
Will I count the stars in other galaxies,
Will I never again be tortured by lies.
Will I know the reason for disease,
Will I be accepted for what this world denies.
My heart says it is so.
 
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Fractured Jaw

I watch as he dies, and feel
The coldness of my body.
I breath as he sighs,
The last sigh is from me.

There are hectic shadows, they merge,
Into one confused voice.
The scream I hear as a dirge,
In this song I have no choice.

There are no words to utter here,
My mouth is as empty as his beautiful face.
The pain begins to call the fear,
The bitterness and the waste.

I am broken; I am nothing, and unheard.
I cry and I scream ‘What is it For?’
No answer for the cold and absurd,
Grace comes as a fractured jaw.

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THE STREET

There is a Street somewhere I have never been,
Full of people I have never seen. And yet,
It is the representation of a beautiful idea.
One day I will wake and smile, contemplate my own street for a while,
And know today the road for my life is clear.
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Older

I am older than then. Older than that time,
Older than the little boy sleeping with a knife.
Older than when the beard pressed on my cheek,
Older than when the arms encircled me.

So much older and the years made no tracks, left
No traces, showed no signs, had no sound.
I am older than then, but I feel the pain inside my heart,
Pushing against my ribs, against my eyes.

I take a gulp of breath, another, and another, to stop the
Crying of my heart, gut churning, reaching, sobbing.
It presses on me on some days, it is all
That I can feel on some days.
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