Poems by Chris

1978

Inconsistent

Angel of Love

Bad Hair Day

House Mouse

Grey

Dreams Hoped For

Gymnastics

Special Music

One Rose

New Wave

1978

One day in seventy-eight
It started rosy and great

Let me see if I can recall
The hand writing on the wall…

Looked all around
But you could not be found

I ran into a "friend"
She said we had come to an end

I cried all day
That day in seventy-eight

They said you were a sinner
I always thought you were a winner

We were taught not to speak
If we did it was considered weak

And I never thought that I ever would see
Any resemblance of you and me

The man that saw me cry
Didn’t offer a hand or sigh

The only thing he said
You’d never come back alive or dead

But we proved the b-----d wrong
And now it’s written in song

It all started one day in a bad state
Words of wisdom are true and great

Think for yourself and communicate
That’s the lesson of seventy-eight

[This poem is about the receivership and the disfellowshipping of WCG members during that period. I lost my loving friend at this time.]

Inconsistent

The sun was shining one day
But not a ray shone on me
Someone went away
Thought I never was to see

She was my first friend to love
Like an angel
She inspired me from above
The "man" said she had to go

Told me not to cry
Never let my feelings show
They were bad
They said

That got me seeing red
I will never forget that day
The moment that they took
My ray of sunshine away

[This was written about the loving friend that I lost when she and her family were thrown out of the WCG.]

Angel of Love

There’s something to be said
When it’s wearing a heart of red

A friend that you seldom see
Talks through you or me

They always want the best
It’s a life quest

When your down and feel blue
You seek something real and true

You want to know that you’re not alone
Maybe by e-mail or telephone

Tell that person sometime
Maybe in letter or rhyme

It’s like a gift from above
My little angel of love

[This one fits in with what those at ESN do.]

Bad Hair Day

One day in 1987
I had a bad hair cut
Not feeling like I was in heaven
I got word that someone could fix my disaster
I waited all summer
I couldn’t go any faster

I walked through the door
Bells on the knob did ring
There she stood
My heart wanted to sing
My friend that left so long ago
Had become a beautician
When she got done
I thought she was a magician

It’s kinda funny
How paths sometimes meet
You might see them in the mall
Or walking on the street
There are a few
That you know their story
If you see them
Say hi; rid them of their worry
Because in the end
You help yourself
By helping a friend

[After the disfellowshipping of my friends' family, I eventually ran into
my friend again immediately after high school. She ended up being my hair stylist. This shows that you can run into at least one of your church friends and prove Pasadena wrong every once in a while.]

House Mouse

One night in Saudi 91
After all our chores had got done
Lying around listening to AFN
How my mind wanders to back then
A small creature came to our house
Nothing more than a field mouse

Poor little guy
Was trembling and scared
He must've thought that we cared
All he wanted was a piece of cheese
If he couldda talked
He wouldda said please
I won't forget the look
In it's beady little eyes
And then to my surprise
He represented our doubts and fears
He even stood for all our tears

Gray

They taught us to think
In black and white
That every thing
Is wrong or right
Things don't necessarily
Fit this way
Sometimes things
Fit into gray

Grey is both black and white
It's what we really are
Capable of good and bad
One minute happy
The next sad
If things don't seem
To go your way
Try to think
"It's just gray"

Dreams Hoped For

Do you believe in magic
That unseen element
That makes things happen
Sometimes
It comes like an old friend
Other times
Like someone new
Do you know what real magic is
Real magic is love

How about a wish
The things that you hope for
The dreams you want to come true
Those starry nights
When you look up in the sky
Find that one lone star
Sometimes they shoot
Want to know what real wishes are
Wishes are really prayers

You ever believe in angels
Someone you can tell your secrets to
That one person that knows
You better than yourself
That person comes by
Once in a blue moon
And you share your moments
Guess what real angels are
Real angels are true friends

Gymnastics

I can remember
After services one day
A bunch of us kids
Wanted to play
We herded ourselves
Around some mats
We acted like little elves

Until the same man
Who told us "don’t play that piano"
Would tell our parents
As fast as he can

It seems to me
They didn’t want us to be kids
"Act like grown-ups"
I think was the bid
If they tried
To take your youth away
Your inner child
Will have something to say
And when you have children
You’ll know how to play

Special Music

I can remember back
When I was young
After the closing prayer
And the last song sang
We would gather around
The church piano
And play our music
That must’ve made them sick
The only one that was allowed to play
Was the pianist for church that day

We would play
Chopsticks or Heart and Soul
"That’s not appropriate music"
We were told

Now I believe
After many years
All music is from God
A way to help us stay calm
And doesn’t have to be
Just a psalm

What they did
Was take curiosity away
So no one would want to play
I never did any writing there
I don’t think
They would’ve cared

One Rose

I remember, a few years ago
Two girls sitting next to me
They were reading something
The minister wasn't saying
One Saturday
So I looked to see

I felt an elbow tap
From my loving friend
She pointed to some verse
A message about to send
She wanted me to be like that
It was I Corinthians 13:4-10

Sometimes I forget
What some people see
I apologize for that
It's what I want to be

New Wave

After my sorrow
We now come to tomorrow
Life in the 80's was dull and gray
The last part of the 70's
Left me with not much to say
I went to church
Not really knowing why
I should've stayed home
After my cry

Couldn't play in sports
That wasn't allowed
O' to hear
The cheer from a crowd
I only could've been in J.V.
So I just watched sports
On TV
My gym teachers begged me to run
I told them I could only do it for fun
Competition is against my religion you see
High School sports can't be for me
Cheerleaders who couldn't cheer
Athletes that couldn't compete
These beliefs are now
Obsolete

(This one was about my teens in the WCG.)

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