An agent of the light
Dawn breaks and darkness disperses
Information travels in waves
Yet particles bombard us constantly
There are days when even the worse
Math student, calculates better
Than he can read or write
Sometimes the units that range
From 0 to 9 have their constant place
Language has that effect of positive affect
Where all things would be lost – if it just didn’t exist
But living proof breathes it’s eternal breathe into our
Baby lungs, and we spring forth, the day marching forward with us
We can muse – be used
By eternal splendor
But the moment contains all
The truth that we need
Vibrating to the lost cord
We are all collected
Elegantly connected.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Multiplicity
Reality, Dharma
The enchanted worlds
Shift through your reality screen viewer
And settle peacefully at your feet
Yeah nothing exists between these incarnations
Yet conscious bliss holds worlds together
Nice and knitted perfectly for you
You find the key Word you were looking for
Like a poet picking his pen to draw a single
Symbol that one day will turn into a word
The spoken word evolves
Your speech is squared
The Worlds multiply.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
The enchanted worlds
Shift through your reality screen viewer
And settle peacefully at your feet
Yeah nothing exists between these incarnations
Yet conscious bliss holds worlds together
Nice and knitted perfectly for you
You find the key Word you were looking for
Like a poet picking his pen to draw a single
Symbol that one day will turn into a word
The spoken word evolves
Your speech is squared
The Worlds multiply.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Your Smile
Every thought formed tells a story
Adventure with me on one
Where your fingers pressed upon
Your lips, Silence all, allows Love to run
Rampant wild, under the coarse air
Paled by sun, cooling slowly mixed
With mountain air, as you enjoy chemical
Equations bonded, adhered to none, only
Love can do, cannot be undone, like eternal
Cosmos swirling, ceaseless, carefree on it’s
Own, thoughts are spun.
Play me like the strings set taught, upon
Your violins melody caught and deep
With passion lie, or with turquoise wings
Of angels and doves trade petals for the
Sky, meet me way up high, or just lay
And gaze up at me swooned as I reflect your eyes.
Forever in the moment we spend abundant time
Divine, reforming laws to our accord
As close and far collide, formula’s and physics
Crumble, as beauty and grace don’t lie
Astonished I remain and think, how all knowledge
Can be carried by your smile.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Adventure with me on one
Where your fingers pressed upon
Your lips, Silence all, allows Love to run
Rampant wild, under the coarse air
Paled by sun, cooling slowly mixed
With mountain air, as you enjoy chemical
Equations bonded, adhered to none, only
Love can do, cannot be undone, like eternal
Cosmos swirling, ceaseless, carefree on it’s
Own, thoughts are spun.
Play me like the strings set taught, upon
Your violins melody caught and deep
With passion lie, or with turquoise wings
Of angels and doves trade petals for the
Sky, meet me way up high, or just lay
And gaze up at me swooned as I reflect your eyes.
Forever in the moment we spend abundant time
Divine, reforming laws to our accord
As close and far collide, formula’s and physics
Crumble, as beauty and grace don’t lie
Astonished I remain and think, how all knowledge
Can be carried by your smile.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Creation's Breath
Creations breath, we wait and melt,
Back into the ether, we flow
Upon time’s doorstep, up we march
Knocking for our eternal soul
An answer resides, inside this house
Entwined, with secrets from long ago
And of our future, it knows that too
Of what uses, shall it do, for us,
When in moment our spirits glow.
Will you take this journey with me
And see where it will go, there is no
Journey like the one we see upon
The sanctums threshold, which holds
Us deep within our time until we allow
Self go, and free the captive of the day
Free our living soul.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Back into the ether, we flow
Upon time’s doorstep, up we march
Knocking for our eternal soul
An answer resides, inside this house
Entwined, with secrets from long ago
And of our future, it knows that too
Of what uses, shall it do, for us,
When in moment our spirits glow.
Will you take this journey with me
And see where it will go, there is no
Journey like the one we see upon
The sanctums threshold, which holds
Us deep within our time until we allow
Self go, and free the captive of the day
Free our living soul.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Divine Fire
Your hair breathes like fire
In the autumn wind, holding
The divine pyre within your heart
And all around, you console the season
With your love, you hold. The winds
Blow about and play with Divinity,
As you are home and recharged by
The sun’s rays, your beauty enchants
Mortals for days, so careless, unashamed,
And those eyes that pierce, the same.
We take a fresh breath, breathe the air
Of the countryside, feeding the divine fire
Which like our soul, purifies all we touch,
All we encounter is gold, like the seasons
Trim, all around, Daughter of King Midas
Princess of old, with hair that matches
Divine heart, and purity of soul.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
In the autumn wind, holding
The divine pyre within your heart
And all around, you console the season
With your love, you hold. The winds
Blow about and play with Divinity,
As you are home and recharged by
The sun’s rays, your beauty enchants
Mortals for days, so careless, unashamed,
And those eyes that pierce, the same.
We take a fresh breath, breathe the air
Of the countryside, feeding the divine fire
Which like our soul, purifies all we touch,
All we encounter is gold, like the seasons
Trim, all around, Daughter of King Midas
Princess of old, with hair that matches
Divine heart, and purity of soul.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Invisible
Attachments, attachments, stuck on my arm
Attachments attachments, do me such harm
I hear you reincarnate, loud and on a whim
No, say I, I have no longing, to be with you again
Oh okay I must admit, I will stand by you by day,
It is hard to thread detachment, with the unanswered
Call towards dismay.
So in turn we learn about compassion, which empathizes
With us all, okay I’m not perfect, but I see some light which falls.
Attachments attachments, I am attached to your well being,
So even I suffer, when you use snuffers to out my fiery way.
Detachment, I care not, it all flows pass me. I travel the path that
preaches, don't preach, repeat om padme. It brings joy
to your bones, I attach myself to unknown, without a thought of effect
or cause, there is a vacancy here at home.
Suddenly my thoughts of trying to hide, are easier left alone, with cloak
Flowing all over grace, invisible and alone.
I can detach just fine, it is you who will miss me when I am gone.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Attachments attachments, do me such harm
I hear you reincarnate, loud and on a whim
No, say I, I have no longing, to be with you again
Oh okay I must admit, I will stand by you by day,
It is hard to thread detachment, with the unanswered
Call towards dismay.
So in turn we learn about compassion, which empathizes
With us all, okay I’m not perfect, but I see some light which falls.
Attachments attachments, I am attached to your well being,
So even I suffer, when you use snuffers to out my fiery way.
Detachment, I care not, it all flows pass me. I travel the path that
preaches, don't preach, repeat om padme. It brings joy
to your bones, I attach myself to unknown, without a thought of effect
or cause, there is a vacancy here at home.
Suddenly my thoughts of trying to hide, are easier left alone, with cloak
Flowing all over grace, invisible and alone.
I can detach just fine, it is you who will miss me when I am gone.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Breath of life
Passion seeps in again
Remembering what it feels
To sing, and Know it can be good
Oh for so long, we stood misunderstood
Our voices cleaving to flint walls
With drawings painted hidden
No heat for warmth, no fire for wood
We assaulted ourselves, yes us,
We threw it all in, with the lasts embers
Dust, how can we be glad or even mad
When the assailants still grin.
Blame, blameless, all are such thus
We have no consultation, you understand
There is no difference between pain, joy
love and even lust. It is all in direction, even solidified
Heading, the bride of the groom, His majesties
wedding.
To know such a thing, in such utter despair, cripples
the soles of the feet which are bare, change rapid
comes across, it strips us of sight, which we mistake
for need, not knowing we fight, Love won't diminish
Only in speed grow.
What they try to assault, they have no idea of how far
or where it will go.
Vessels break, as with it we take back hearts that are ours
Which for too long have been taken for granted, kissed beneath
devil's wreath, garlands, halos.
When you know the hearts depth, as far as we do
You can only carry on, in search of the truth.
Perhaps reconjoined with the dances of wind, which
Heats metal pipes, and with clatter still rings, as a soul
confined in factory setting, so old, the android life
leaves so little to behold, machine or man, animal
Lifespans, there are some moments even when we
are led back to Cosmic plan, where the pain subsides
upon all the sides, where the blocks and the walls
loosen their ties, where happiness and joy, can surely
spring in, in the dead of the winter, in the heat of the spring.
An artist will wait, through every such motion, a
man will carry on, through steadfast devotion, with
the highest spirit, which lingers in air, one overhears secrets
whispered in ears, to understand the strength of fallen man
To help with direction, to build upon sand.
Hope is not confined to a word, when in moments of splendor
We look at the World.
Faith is not even a question, when we still are here by divine
appointed selection, and of love, you have heard it to grow,
to the outermost portions of space and abode, until it is to all to know
encompass and evade insurrection building a mixture for divine call
Stark attention, to the looking glass World, a mirror too modest
A whimsical fall, breath back in life, when death steals from us all.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Remembering what it feels
To sing, and Know it can be good
Oh for so long, we stood misunderstood
Our voices cleaving to flint walls
With drawings painted hidden
No heat for warmth, no fire for wood
We assaulted ourselves, yes us,
We threw it all in, with the lasts embers
Dust, how can we be glad or even mad
When the assailants still grin.
Blame, blameless, all are such thus
We have no consultation, you understand
There is no difference between pain, joy
love and even lust. It is all in direction, even solidified
Heading, the bride of the groom, His majesties
wedding.
To know such a thing, in such utter despair, cripples
the soles of the feet which are bare, change rapid
comes across, it strips us of sight, which we mistake
for need, not knowing we fight, Love won't diminish
Only in speed grow.
What they try to assault, they have no idea of how far
or where it will go.
Vessels break, as with it we take back hearts that are ours
Which for too long have been taken for granted, kissed beneath
devil's wreath, garlands, halos.
When you know the hearts depth, as far as we do
You can only carry on, in search of the truth.
Perhaps reconjoined with the dances of wind, which
Heats metal pipes, and with clatter still rings, as a soul
confined in factory setting, so old, the android life
leaves so little to behold, machine or man, animal
Lifespans, there are some moments even when we
are led back to Cosmic plan, where the pain subsides
upon all the sides, where the blocks and the walls
loosen their ties, where happiness and joy, can surely
spring in, in the dead of the winter, in the heat of the spring.
An artist will wait, through every such motion, a
man will carry on, through steadfast devotion, with
the highest spirit, which lingers in air, one overhears secrets
whispered in ears, to understand the strength of fallen man
To help with direction, to build upon sand.
Hope is not confined to a word, when in moments of splendor
We look at the World.
Faith is not even a question, when we still are here by divine
appointed selection, and of love, you have heard it to grow,
to the outermost portions of space and abode, until it is to all to know
encompass and evade insurrection building a mixture for divine call
Stark attention, to the looking glass World, a mirror too modest
A whimsical fall, breath back in life, when death steals from us all.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Oversoul
You cleanse yourself of me today
I cleanse myself of self
You say it is ego above my head
I say what beauty, wealth
I have abundance in wits end
That tears apart my faith
I mend my faith
Which mends my heart
My heart it searches
My feet they wait
I give you strength
In subtle words
Which are quiet
As the day
I write a note
To let you know
You're still out with me
Still today
I pluck the moment
Of the saints
Such a saintly way
To purify helps
With words
The words they
Make me stay
You tell me where there is no past
The future cannot stay
We stop and speak
You dig beneath
Oh I hate it when you
See me so
It plucks at me like
Puck's fair Queen
Joyous fairy, youth
Which tempers
With lost souls
I lavish in the Word
Which is sturdy and Consoles
I find strength in straight, I
Narrowly avoid sway
My harm which drags in tow
In truth I linger still today
Yet still I do not know
At just what way I can
Comprehend
Or how middle the path to go
I am stalled by the fall of man
Which tells me in my temple, slow
I try to say I stand
But drawn it pulls me back
Oh, Power, flow
Pull me back
I fear not harm
I fear our loving soul depth.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
I cleanse myself of self
You say it is ego above my head
I say what beauty, wealth
I have abundance in wits end
That tears apart my faith
I mend my faith
Which mends my heart
My heart it searches
My feet they wait
I give you strength
In subtle words
Which are quiet
As the day
I write a note
To let you know
You're still out with me
Still today
I pluck the moment
Of the saints
Such a saintly way
To purify helps
With words
The words they
Make me stay
You tell me where there is no past
The future cannot stay
We stop and speak
You dig beneath
Oh I hate it when you
See me so
It plucks at me like
Puck's fair Queen
Joyous fairy, youth
Which tempers
With lost souls
I lavish in the Word
Which is sturdy and Consoles
I find strength in straight, I
Narrowly avoid sway
My harm which drags in tow
In truth I linger still today
Yet still I do not know
At just what way I can
Comprehend
Or how middle the path to go
I am stalled by the fall of man
Which tells me in my temple, slow
I try to say I stand
But drawn it pulls me back
Oh, Power, flow
Pull me back
I fear not harm
I fear our loving soul depth.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
The Water
Echoes shrill as the darkest kiss
Light upon the cheek, reminders
Of just what is missed, I still need
These echoes to exist, for sleep to
seep in and my heart to skip and miss.
Another beat, as i turn and twist, revenge
Is done, to unclench adversities fist, I know
What is required, to make you insist, that
You too are overthrown, by love's cold relentless
Mistress, broken, we collide, and both hold on to
The water, the tide, in our sheets by the night, dressed
in Cold sweat, dressed in the fright, October's warm
Maiden, golden leaves shine.
I lay down, a hallow bed a hallow tomb, I wonder
Who in World lays here too, hallow alone.
Gone are the days, alas a angel plays with my tears
Reminds me of songs from the corner, as ice covered globe
Stays, which pulls me back to the Northern planes exposed
To a finer air, where I can think thoughts unbeckoned
Solemn, my final abode.
Love lavishes, I breathe again, alas more days to enjoy
Torment, lament, perhaps exchange views of God, for views
of torn men, just to entrain, entertain their dim plight, a
subtle pain swells, a sudden darkness night, in a new
expanse, where day damned light suddenly fell, I pray to the muses
Thanks for hearing sweat cries.
And I lay down, slowly drown, the water it soon forsakes me,
I am replenished the way it shakes me, the water it
overtakes me.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Light upon the cheek, reminders
Of just what is missed, I still need
These echoes to exist, for sleep to
seep in and my heart to skip and miss.
Another beat, as i turn and twist, revenge
Is done, to unclench adversities fist, I know
What is required, to make you insist, that
You too are overthrown, by love's cold relentless
Mistress, broken, we collide, and both hold on to
The water, the tide, in our sheets by the night, dressed
in Cold sweat, dressed in the fright, October's warm
Maiden, golden leaves shine.
I lay down, a hallow bed a hallow tomb, I wonder
Who in World lays here too, hallow alone.
Gone are the days, alas a angel plays with my tears
Reminds me of songs from the corner, as ice covered globe
Stays, which pulls me back to the Northern planes exposed
To a finer air, where I can think thoughts unbeckoned
Solemn, my final abode.
Love lavishes, I breathe again, alas more days to enjoy
Torment, lament, perhaps exchange views of God, for views
of torn men, just to entrain, entertain their dim plight, a
subtle pain swells, a sudden darkness night, in a new
expanse, where day damned light suddenly fell, I pray to the muses
Thanks for hearing sweat cries.
And I lay down, slowly drown, the water it soon forsakes me,
I am replenished the way it shakes me, the water it
overtakes me.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Soul search
You came back to me
"No I didn't"
You did
"Did not"
We continue on, I see vexation
lift, wings beneath your steady
arms, which always encompass
All.
All hurt, all Love, All Soul.
I wonder if you have even unlocked
the meanings of which you know, what
it means to be married, wed, to the eternal
Cold.
I have seen you warm, or the wet and dreary days
You have seen me weep, in all the subtle ways
Bride - groom, the equation makes sense to even
You, but you know it cannot be the same - when
impart our beings change - constantly.
Form and matter coincide to change what is still
Change - less we strike the mark from our books
a name which we are called from time immeorial
which we two have stole - from the Lord it was took
Alas, perhaps it was given - Promthesis reply - Vulture
In the kidney - a liver to the crowd for lies - the old
typewriter I pound out hash remarks - to quelch what
will be known in end - truth be true false be heard bland
You know the answer within.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
"No I didn't"
You did
"Did not"
We continue on, I see vexation
lift, wings beneath your steady
arms, which always encompass
All.
All hurt, all Love, All Soul.
I wonder if you have even unlocked
the meanings of which you know, what
it means to be married, wed, to the eternal
Cold.
I have seen you warm, or the wet and dreary days
You have seen me weep, in all the subtle ways
Bride - groom, the equation makes sense to even
You, but you know it cannot be the same - when
impart our beings change - constantly.
Form and matter coincide to change what is still
Change - less we strike the mark from our books
a name which we are called from time immeorial
which we two have stole - from the Lord it was took
Alas, perhaps it was given - Promthesis reply - Vulture
In the kidney - a liver to the crowd for lies - the old
typewriter I pound out hash remarks - to quelch what
will be known in end - truth be true false be heard bland
You know the answer within.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Take me back
Hazy, eyes crush, ties broken in lavishing
Lies - take me back - take me there -
Love's lost adultress we stand where
We always were - I see you in dreams
Which do not stir
Take me back Take me there
Take me apart through time
We stand back to back
with rope at waist - lost in tears
Lost in trust
I waited too - yeah just me and you
It all fell apart like the leaves unglued
Take me back; take me there me there
Where we both still loved
We both still cared
The hurt, yeah that's gone
But the scar remains, i admire it's depth
I still admire your refrain
Take me back......
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Lies - take me back - take me there -
Love's lost adultress we stand where
We always were - I see you in dreams
Which do not stir
Take me back Take me there
Take me apart through time
We stand back to back
with rope at waist - lost in tears
Lost in trust
I waited too - yeah just me and you
It all fell apart like the leaves unglued
Take me back; take me there me there
Where we both still loved
We both still cared
The hurt, yeah that's gone
But the scar remains, i admire it's depth
I still admire your refrain
Take me back......
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Leaving
There's nothing more
You must have a gift to know
What's in store - the telephone
Doesnt even ring now - what's
Left to mourn - find yourself
hiding behind the same person
you were before - you could transmute
the mind to make it strong as ore
You fear that too so I sit and watch sidelined
torn
Beautiful, disater, i try to show you yours
You quit the habit tomorrow like yesterday
I heard it all before, longing for love it's the
same way you always fall, those fields are
as empty as your mind can be if you unlock it
and pour - it all into the beauty thats You
Splendor galore.
Yeah here we go again breathe the wind
for our 1,000th time
-I'm leaving-
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
You must have a gift to know
What's in store - the telephone
Doesnt even ring now - what's
Left to mourn - find yourself
hiding behind the same person
you were before - you could transmute
the mind to make it strong as ore
You fear that too so I sit and watch sidelined
torn
Beautiful, disater, i try to show you yours
You quit the habit tomorrow like yesterday
I heard it all before, longing for love it's the
same way you always fall, those fields are
as empty as your mind can be if you unlock it
and pour - it all into the beauty thats You
Splendor galore.
Yeah here we go again breathe the wind
for our 1,000th time
-I'm leaving-
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Autumn dashes - hope
Shock shock shots rubber top
Like wait where did it all go
Down throat hops - beer
Smothered beard - it all stops
........ dots - connecting back
Abhrasion - sounds chirp
haze breaks - days end - end
it collides like - cold rush of ice
Winters touch on the edge gone
with the warmth........slides
in Between seasons speard dead like
The fallen art - word stream play
Like kids in the park - taking language apart
deciphering the lost - dark -
shifts in the upcoming day - retroverted
sky - toppled ending in new direction
weight - the sun turns - on it's central
Point - life and death dance - like lovers
at heart
Fear square dances with courage - both stare
undeclared references of bilateral striking spots
glare........
Inspiration is near inspiration is where - the leaves
fall and kindle the soil's harvest for dinner this year.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Like wait where did it all go
Down throat hops - beer
Smothered beard - it all stops
........ dots - connecting back
Abhrasion - sounds chirp
haze breaks - days end - end
it collides like - cold rush of ice
Winters touch on the edge gone
with the warmth........slides
in Between seasons speard dead like
The fallen art - word stream play
Like kids in the park - taking language apart
deciphering the lost - dark -
shifts in the upcoming day - retroverted
sky - toppled ending in new direction
weight - the sun turns - on it's central
Point - life and death dance - like lovers
at heart
Fear square dances with courage - both stare
undeclared references of bilateral striking spots
glare........
Inspiration is near inspiration is where - the leaves
fall and kindle the soil's harvest for dinner this year.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Mended Heartache
The love I knew existed
Is with me always there
Love's longing infiltrates
Both heart and mind -
Overtakes with air
Love's voice is heard
Through walls which
wonder if it all is true
that through the pain
Aches of time - it can
Truly sustain us two
In all the world there is
Such love if it is seen in one
It is multiplied too, what fear
Is there when eventually it
will lead us where, there
is no more hurt or longing
feelings of being used.
I asked my father, my mother
too, if we shall part make me
imagine you, i am just a lonely
vessel, praying to reach back
anew, my last breath, with moisened
depth, is utterance to the muse
angels will all guide me, and I follow
Heart attuned, I care not for, the walls
the chords, the windows of glass coloured
or feelings abashed - when true love
is unqiue and true - some say that love is
broad - it is narrow and a stairway true
straight and direct - like a lightning fast
trek across the bridge, and back to you.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Is with me always there
Love's longing infiltrates
Both heart and mind -
Overtakes with air
Love's voice is heard
Through walls which
wonder if it all is true
that through the pain
Aches of time - it can
Truly sustain us two
In all the world there is
Such love if it is seen in one
It is multiplied too, what fear
Is there when eventually it
will lead us where, there
is no more hurt or longing
feelings of being used.
I asked my father, my mother
too, if we shall part make me
imagine you, i am just a lonely
vessel, praying to reach back
anew, my last breath, with moisened
depth, is utterance to the muse
angels will all guide me, and I follow
Heart attuned, I care not for, the walls
the chords, the windows of glass coloured
or feelings abashed - when true love
is unqiue and true - some say that love is
broad - it is narrow and a stairway true
straight and direct - like a lightning fast
trek across the bridge, and back to you.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
The Darkness shines in the light
To my beloved,
You are a representation
Of undying love, Linked
In All - All above
None could know, that I
See you everywhere -
When you go missing
With heart I tear
Through the undying viels
Until I am back to you,
You hold on so dearly
Yes I am a part
Of the infinite you
It just so happens, you
Met me where - the time
Allowed space to coincide
Near and we shared - twin
Vibrations - twin likened
Hearts - depth of sweet beauty
Angel remarks - you discovered
My secret - and asked one day too
Is it just me - or are you linked
To them too - I am modest i reply
I cannot truly lie and we have never
Lain upon the grass and shared names
But if I lie and tell you what you knew
it must be a sense of factual truth, that
Yes I do love you, Like I love her or him
I do love the almighty, whom changes
On whim, but the depth that I reach in my
Love of you - changed me to God, you
A Goddess, two. I am ashamed by the dependency
We have on each wall - I am abashed and mistaken
This will be downfall - Please - as you go
I already know - with my heart and new depth
Taken into shadows you go - I will too grow
Back to the start - a change is like lightness
Comphrehending the dark.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
You are a representation
Of undying love, Linked
In All - All above
None could know, that I
See you everywhere -
When you go missing
With heart I tear
Through the undying viels
Until I am back to you,
You hold on so dearly
Yes I am a part
Of the infinite you
It just so happens, you
Met me where - the time
Allowed space to coincide
Near and we shared - twin
Vibrations - twin likened
Hearts - depth of sweet beauty
Angel remarks - you discovered
My secret - and asked one day too
Is it just me - or are you linked
To them too - I am modest i reply
I cannot truly lie and we have never
Lain upon the grass and shared names
But if I lie and tell you what you knew
it must be a sense of factual truth, that
Yes I do love you, Like I love her or him
I do love the almighty, whom changes
On whim, but the depth that I reach in my
Love of you - changed me to God, you
A Goddess, two. I am ashamed by the dependency
We have on each wall - I am abashed and mistaken
This will be downfall - Please - as you go
I already know - with my heart and new depth
Taken into shadows you go - I will too grow
Back to the start - a change is like lightness
Comphrehending the dark.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
7
My name is 7 I thank the heaven's
Interpretation shows it's nose, the
Tetragram points back with 10 and
I roll my eyes knowing still where I
Always stand.
I am torn and thrown assunder, lost
And I hear thunder, waking me, or washing
Past, as the leaves also fall so free, I know,
With freedom I will always be in the heart
Of the Gd I know, Basking again one day
In eternal Glow.
My name is weighed perfect, and I thank, Stars
For assembling me apart and placing me in
Harsh parts, to allow me soul it's growth, to
Learn to balance all things, through all the
chambers, Go.
I am Free as spirit, encompasing everything, my
service leant to love, to gather all particles and
Vibrations ring, You are Gd of your World, but what
Most, you always know, that simply, you too are
and Ever will be, nothing, nothing, you have knowledge
and you were present, when there was nothing.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Interpretation shows it's nose, the
Tetragram points back with 10 and
I roll my eyes knowing still where I
Always stand.
I am torn and thrown assunder, lost
And I hear thunder, waking me, or washing
Past, as the leaves also fall so free, I know,
With freedom I will always be in the heart
Of the Gd I know, Basking again one day
In eternal Glow.
My name is weighed perfect, and I thank, Stars
For assembling me apart and placing me in
Harsh parts, to allow me soul it's growth, to
Learn to balance all things, through all the
chambers, Go.
I am Free as spirit, encompasing everything, my
service leant to love, to gather all particles and
Vibrations ring, You are Gd of your World, but what
Most, you always know, that simply, you too are
and Ever will be, nothing, nothing, you have knowledge
and you were present, when there was nothing.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Happiness
I suffer the book of woe, because to know
Me is to know, the small and few, who push
All who use, to the front lines and tell them
Go, you are in the Lord's army now, there is
No Cowardice in which we show.
You enlisted with a chance, and generally
With one glance, I know who has the courage
To fall or fail, alongside satan's plans.
Oh it is all in mind, demons tricks heart of the man
Coincide, take your lies back to the darkness, in which
I too command.
The legeion of light supresses, only because it can
and when I ask Who is like Gd, A smile is upon my
Hand, I know all the wretched beasts and souls that
Dwell in the between and upon all places, planes
Travelled to all lands, I Am the very one who orders
Build with Masonic hands, You would despise your
Rulers voice, with compassionite voice and hand,
So I say to Gabriel let them know, there time is due
When they claim they rule, and I know from birth
Return is meant for those who quiver upon my parents
Land, Pledging to everything but, the One eternal plan.
Inquire Inquire Acquire Acquire - Pieces which will
Supress and drown desire, when I say enscribe in heart
the only choice, allegence to the brightest light, inspiration
To Gods and man, demons, and beasts and all the greatest
and Least - One divinity one expression of oneness stands
Entrench it in rock and sand, if I am brother there is light
If stranger I am glad.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Me is to know, the small and few, who push
All who use, to the front lines and tell them
Go, you are in the Lord's army now, there is
No Cowardice in which we show.
You enlisted with a chance, and generally
With one glance, I know who has the courage
To fall or fail, alongside satan's plans.
Oh it is all in mind, demons tricks heart of the man
Coincide, take your lies back to the darkness, in which
I too command.
The legeion of light supresses, only because it can
and when I ask Who is like Gd, A smile is upon my
Hand, I know all the wretched beasts and souls that
Dwell in the between and upon all places, planes
Travelled to all lands, I Am the very one who orders
Build with Masonic hands, You would despise your
Rulers voice, with compassionite voice and hand,
So I say to Gabriel let them know, there time is due
When they claim they rule, and I know from birth
Return is meant for those who quiver upon my parents
Land, Pledging to everything but, the One eternal plan.
Inquire Inquire Acquire Acquire - Pieces which will
Supress and drown desire, when I say enscribe in heart
the only choice, allegence to the brightest light, inspiration
To Gods and man, demons, and beasts and all the greatest
and Least - One divinity one expression of oneness stands
Entrench it in rock and sand, if I am brother there is light
If stranger I am glad.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
You
You were suppose to help me,
You know I lived in hope, stolen
From the bosom of my heart
Like a rope and yoke.
You were there to guide me,
Left because you hated, the very
thing that would have saved, you
even to today.
You were suppose to be, all that you
could be, you settled for the hatred,
To this day, I weep.
You were you were you were,
If you are forgotten from the book
of life, with Yah, I must concur,
You were you were you were.
With no past you have no future,
Enjoy your now, and enjoy your stupor
You were suppose to trust all.
You listened to All whom told you
Trust few, and many hurt your aura
Many changed your song to blues.
You, you, you,
Now I must ask
With my final
demand
If I can pay hell
To mind you,
I my brothers keeper
Forever love and despise
The advantage of your ignorance
How it all relates to and decides with
You.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
You know I lived in hope, stolen
From the bosom of my heart
Like a rope and yoke.
You were there to guide me,
Left because you hated, the very
thing that would have saved, you
even to today.
You were suppose to be, all that you
could be, you settled for the hatred,
To this day, I weep.
You were you were you were,
If you are forgotten from the book
of life, with Yah, I must concur,
You were you were you were.
With no past you have no future,
Enjoy your now, and enjoy your stupor
You were suppose to trust all.
You listened to All whom told you
Trust few, and many hurt your aura
Many changed your song to blues.
You, you, you,
Now I must ask
With my final
demand
If I can pay hell
To mind you,
I my brothers keeper
Forever love and despise
The advantage of your ignorance
How it all relates to and decides with
You.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
love and ego - who knows
In Love there is no ego
There is no distressing bout
Between you and I it all
Subsides to the recesses
Of illusioned mind
In Love there is no Hurt
As spirit flows alongside
Gardens grow and flowers
Bloom all the time
In Love there is no want
It is a desired thing that
If meant will bring everything
In which you already have
In Love we are apart, of greater
Joy which does not part, shared
With all, Heart with Heart, knowing
All in which is known thirsty parched
For only more Lover's to add to march
In the Glory of stage, the role which
is the ark.
In Love there is no ego, life may be
Faint, or strong and queant, only ego
Get's angry, with hurt below, takes
advantage Of what it thinks is love and tries
to damage what it does not know, true
lovers lay so far beneath, the world has yet
to know - a love of all encompasses, all souls
A love of all will hurt - along the way - love
returns without ego - gone it is all - and vanishes
the points of start and ending - shown
To love is in the moment - to love is to feel
Your soul - To love is to say to self - I continue
Because light shows.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
There is no distressing bout
Between you and I it all
Subsides to the recesses
Of illusioned mind
In Love there is no Hurt
As spirit flows alongside
Gardens grow and flowers
Bloom all the time
In Love there is no want
It is a desired thing that
If meant will bring everything
In which you already have
In Love we are apart, of greater
Joy which does not part, shared
With all, Heart with Heart, knowing
All in which is known thirsty parched
For only more Lover's to add to march
In the Glory of stage, the role which
is the ark.
In Love there is no ego, life may be
Faint, or strong and queant, only ego
Get's angry, with hurt below, takes
advantage Of what it thinks is love and tries
to damage what it does not know, true
lovers lay so far beneath, the world has yet
to know - a love of all encompasses, all souls
A love of all will hurt - along the way - love
returns without ego - gone it is all - and vanishes
the points of start and ending - shown
To love is in the moment - to love is to feel
Your soul - To love is to say to self - I continue
Because light shows.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
A classroom bought
Away from the one who reads my mind
Effortlessly, in the morning, my hips hurt
Spouted, I wonder, Where does this come
From. In the day I know that she knows that
I know. She knows. Hearts are a flutter when
We know.
The Professor steps into the room, the auditorium
settles down, "Today's lesson, social psychology,
Behaviour, we do we profess, emotions, that we, no
Nothing, about, yet go on gut, feelings, sorting it out."
The quiet one raises it's hand, "because without feeling
we have logic, which drys the well, with no water, there
Is....One supposes simply land."
Cohesion - Adhesion - Repel and Attract forces transmute
Love straight towards back, the back of the class, in the dark
Cove of All's sight, the teacher professes, all thought to be right
Perfusion infusion and wordplay sublime, the teacher walks out, speaking
Shakespeare, and a white coat enter's speaking of mind.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Effortlessly, in the morning, my hips hurt
Spouted, I wonder, Where does this come
From. In the day I know that she knows that
I know. She knows. Hearts are a flutter when
We know.
The Professor steps into the room, the auditorium
settles down, "Today's lesson, social psychology,
Behaviour, we do we profess, emotions, that we, no
Nothing, about, yet go on gut, feelings, sorting it out."
The quiet one raises it's hand, "because without feeling
we have logic, which drys the well, with no water, there
Is....One supposes simply land."
Cohesion - Adhesion - Repel and Attract forces transmute
Love straight towards back, the back of the class, in the dark
Cove of All's sight, the teacher professes, all thought to be right
Perfusion infusion and wordplay sublime, the teacher walks out, speaking
Shakespeare, and a white coat enter's speaking of mind.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Wind
I kiss you, I miss her, with you
My life swell, stirs, swirls, the World
Unfurls, and you, feminine attire,
I smile nonchalantly, Yeah, known, seen
I am the watcher of these hours,
You say Im possessed, I say, yah, your right
Possessed by the sight, the hearing, the plight
By the heart, by the soul, your touch, by the moments,
Blood runs hot, skin stays cold.
Rain drops down, when I touch down, cancer
Rid it we say, heh, I too must go on, eliminate
We say, it kills all, laying down, the population
Needs, it's return card somehow.
Back to the heart, with water, feed, barks, loyal
I see, pass gone, dead remarks, loyal to the thing
That set it all in motion, trust like the waves, still
Swell, pushing forward, motion, interpretation, a
Reading, a palm the to ceiling, I worry on creating
Just the right feeling.
Can I ever express, and press, right, into you, left
With the middle, straight through the forest, current
With the muse.
I choose, I choose, I choose to let you choose, I left
My choice with wind, which blows past upon my face
With fires of Din.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
My life swell, stirs, swirls, the World
Unfurls, and you, feminine attire,
I smile nonchalantly, Yeah, known, seen
I am the watcher of these hours,
You say Im possessed, I say, yah, your right
Possessed by the sight, the hearing, the plight
By the heart, by the soul, your touch, by the moments,
Blood runs hot, skin stays cold.
Rain drops down, when I touch down, cancer
Rid it we say, heh, I too must go on, eliminate
We say, it kills all, laying down, the population
Needs, it's return card somehow.
Back to the heart, with water, feed, barks, loyal
I see, pass gone, dead remarks, loyal to the thing
That set it all in motion, trust like the waves, still
Swell, pushing forward, motion, interpretation, a
Reading, a palm the to ceiling, I worry on creating
Just the right feeling.
Can I ever express, and press, right, into you, left
With the middle, straight through the forest, current
With the muse.
I choose, I choose, I choose to let you choose, I left
My choice with wind, which blows past upon my face
With fires of Din.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Permanence.
I compare you to the kiss felt
Like vocals last refrain, or the
Freedom expressed as words
Touch the Page, and maybe
You are the last addiction that
My heart can't deny, yes it makes
me happy Baby and yes you know
It always goes, and with light my
eyes grow large, and the love takes
It's charge over me.
I assume the powers that grow over
me, rapture is like lightning enshrining
the viens, and, still this grows like addiction
Who can deny, one last cycle reminds me daily
but you always know, eventual snow, and even
with eyes a kiss falls gently.
Two fell from the tower and turned into day,
Floating up high they expressed power and true
Pain. Addiction is like a victim we can't deny, so
It makes us, hollow, maybe, and yes it snows, but
Light fills the vessel each new day.
When I'm gone away, I hope the feeling does stay,
The life, on which you build on and yet remain.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Like vocals last refrain, or the
Freedom expressed as words
Touch the Page, and maybe
You are the last addiction that
My heart can't deny, yes it makes
me happy Baby and yes you know
It always goes, and with light my
eyes grow large, and the love takes
It's charge over me.
I assume the powers that grow over
me, rapture is like lightning enshrining
the viens, and, still this grows like addiction
Who can deny, one last cycle reminds me daily
but you always know, eventual snow, and even
with eyes a kiss falls gently.
Two fell from the tower and turned into day,
Floating up high they expressed power and true
Pain. Addiction is like a victim we can't deny, so
It makes us, hollow, maybe, and yes it snows, but
Light fills the vessel each new day.
When I'm gone away, I hope the feeling does stay,
The life, on which you build on and yet remain.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Recycle
I'm not sure where all these keys to codes lay
Through lexicons throughout the day, book
Of nature, nature's book, halls and winding
Galleries took, sleepless nights wakeful days
Underscore knowledge wisdom stays, I'm not
Sure where all this understanding goes, in one
Ear, out the other it flows, I think it's all encased
Together far apart, meant to train one last person
From any sort stock, it's all the same, alchemical
changes sustain, I can change lead to gold but for
The resevoir a glint piece fell from the cart off of the
Load, and tumbled, tumbled, the miner's eye glinted
as it tumbled, tumbled, away, below the hideaway track
and there it sat, back to the earth, it escaped, pure,
Pureification, until the last man tempers it agaisnt hardened
rocky sand and says, good, I first man, did this first, good.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Through lexicons throughout the day, book
Of nature, nature's book, halls and winding
Galleries took, sleepless nights wakeful days
Underscore knowledge wisdom stays, I'm not
Sure where all this understanding goes, in one
Ear, out the other it flows, I think it's all encased
Together far apart, meant to train one last person
From any sort stock, it's all the same, alchemical
changes sustain, I can change lead to gold but for
The resevoir a glint piece fell from the cart off of the
Load, and tumbled, tumbled, the miner's eye glinted
as it tumbled, tumbled, away, below the hideaway track
and there it sat, back to the earth, it escaped, pure,
Pureification, until the last man tempers it agaisnt hardened
rocky sand and says, good, I first man, did this first, good.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Grass under dew
Fallen angels fall and towards the most
High their guardian angels call - you don't
Need. You don't need food - You Don't need
Water - You need hope like the dollop of sour
Upon the clocks weakening hour which allows
the new to reign in - these energy loops - who
can maintain - to uphold the thin - veils to the
floor, a research into strengthening faith even
more - and subtle callings which are all aligned
by cabala's strong word - there is a dying one
salt - a red fashioned alert - a tool worn from trade
my almighty's revoke - until it said - christ- and I
Knew Hit it's heart thrice, and the eternal parent called
If they cannot do it, I shall look after you, a smile, grass
under dew, suffice.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
High their guardian angels call - you don't
Need. You don't need food - You Don't need
Water - You need hope like the dollop of sour
Upon the clocks weakening hour which allows
the new to reign in - these energy loops - who
can maintain - to uphold the thin - veils to the
floor, a research into strengthening faith even
more - and subtle callings which are all aligned
by cabala's strong word - there is a dying one
salt - a red fashioned alert - a tool worn from trade
my almighty's revoke - until it said - christ- and I
Knew Hit it's heart thrice, and the eternal parent called
If they cannot do it, I shall look after you, a smile, grass
under dew, suffice.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Nile's melody
Left temple wall, right temple wall
You disappear between both, slender
Too tall, North temple mind, south
Temple melt, from the power unrestrained
From the power Heartfelt, east, temple
Side, west temple knows, from the circle
Round about we whirl, counter sized
Circle we go, clocks to the wise, initiated
Words, play upon heart strings, to bring
'Bout repose, Center shekinah sings, try
Angles of power, knelt upon altered vision
Set upon no hour, wings of the father, vest
Knit by mum, newly seized flower, undressed
By the sun, hidden in temple, by river Nile run.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
You disappear between both, slender
Too tall, North temple mind, south
Temple melt, from the power unrestrained
From the power Heartfelt, east, temple
Side, west temple knows, from the circle
Round about we whirl, counter sized
Circle we go, clocks to the wise, initiated
Words, play upon heart strings, to bring
'Bout repose, Center shekinah sings, try
Angles of power, knelt upon altered vision
Set upon no hour, wings of the father, vest
Knit by mum, newly seized flower, undressed
By the sun, hidden in temple, by river Nile run.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Solemn opinion
Amidst the unquenchable noise which drones on,
Opinions, of what use are these things, opinions
Pinning us, in the heel, we grow, tired, more thoughts
Opinionated now. Aide in the form of maladaptive
Newly formed sought, drive, and towards the cliff
A bluff, which the ball flies, off, toward the sky,
Opinion left soaring into the nowhere ether of
Languished land, the sea swallowing up whole
what was left of this side, that effect, what was
Opinion, is frozen in the shadow of nothing that was
Different sides, balance in the risen racked room
The sarcophagus the tomb, has no opinion.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Opinions, of what use are these things, opinions
Pinning us, in the heel, we grow, tired, more thoughts
Opinionated now. Aide in the form of maladaptive
Newly formed sought, drive, and towards the cliff
A bluff, which the ball flies, off, toward the sky,
Opinion left soaring into the nowhere ether of
Languished land, the sea swallowing up whole
what was left of this side, that effect, what was
Opinion, is frozen in the shadow of nothing that was
Different sides, balance in the risen racked room
The sarcophagus the tomb, has no opinion.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Our Full moon in Autumn's Sky
In each other’s arms
Forever we lay here
At peace with no qualms
Strong is our faith
The Cosmic guides us this far
In eternity time waits
Eternal youth like the stars
That is this union of the two of us fused
Each day that remains is continuous truth
Still and maintained like the gift of the present
Our reality named love, unconditioned and pleasant
Unrefined, Pure with wings of the Dove
On full wings we fly with full hearts we love.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Forever we lay here
At peace with no qualms
Strong is our faith
The Cosmic guides us this far
In eternity time waits
Eternal youth like the stars
That is this union of the two of us fused
Each day that remains is continuous truth
Still and maintained like the gift of the present
Our reality named love, unconditioned and pleasant
Unrefined, Pure with wings of the Dove
On full wings we fly with full hearts we love.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Contentment
What does it mean to be content?
Contentment is the two hands
Open to the sky, two sides
Equaling one. Two hips joined
Together, kids skipping
Dancing in the Sun. Contentment
Is the house on a hill, hidden behind
A bushel of trees, with red roof
Over head, and God’s breath
On the seas. Contentment is
Seeing the World with wide open arms
A rainbow overhead, welcoming our alms,
Contentment can mean joy, such as love
And family, and life. Contentment can be felt
With a kiss to our wife, or our husband, or
Man, or woman of our dreams, contentment
Is happiness, slowing flowing towards us in streams.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Contentment is the two hands
Open to the sky, two sides
Equaling one. Two hips joined
Together, kids skipping
Dancing in the Sun. Contentment
Is the house on a hill, hidden behind
A bushel of trees, with red roof
Over head, and God’s breath
On the seas. Contentment is
Seeing the World with wide open arms
A rainbow overhead, welcoming our alms,
Contentment can mean joy, such as love
And family, and life. Contentment can be felt
With a kiss to our wife, or our husband, or
Man, or woman of our dreams, contentment
Is happiness, slowing flowing towards us in streams.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Love's arms
Lover, I hold my chest
In grips, at the sight
Of you leaving, I long
Tenderly for your kiss
As the days go towards
Ends, remiss, towards
The South or East
Or even towards the West
I turn north and see no
Knowledge, in love the Sun
Rises and sets in every and all
Directions, in which some souls
Pay homage, yet to my utter dismay
For I long for your return when the skies
Turn dark long after they turn grey
It is then that the hour soon resets and restarts
Intrepid Day
Thus my day is night and my night is day
I thank the heavens for switching weights
My candor on full display, run with me for
Hours carefree in fields long left and gone astray
As we sit in the long moments, separated in no way
For in our heart love stays true, never does it sway
Let’s reunite our Candles wicks and reunion our souls
In eternal light there is no shade.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
In grips, at the sight
Of you leaving, I long
Tenderly for your kiss
As the days go towards
Ends, remiss, towards
The South or East
Or even towards the West
I turn north and see no
Knowledge, in love the Sun
Rises and sets in every and all
Directions, in which some souls
Pay homage, yet to my utter dismay
For I long for your return when the skies
Turn dark long after they turn grey
It is then that the hour soon resets and restarts
Intrepid Day
Thus my day is night and my night is day
I thank the heavens for switching weights
My candor on full display, run with me for
Hours carefree in fields long left and gone astray
As we sit in the long moments, separated in no way
For in our heart love stays true, never does it sway
Let’s reunite our Candles wicks and reunion our souls
In eternal light there is no shade.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Earthlings
Falling, Falling
All The Stars Falling
Snow Drops on noses
Symposium Calling
Lights reflection with glimmer
Upon the Land, Sprawling’s
Of angels, and the Airwaves
Cold like the Morning
Oh Journey rejoicing
With the voice of chorus
Bursting, ringing the ears
With Heaven’s door inviting
Our choices
Lights pour on through branches
Are turning, and the Red Orange
Land mixing with ashes wind stalling
Spiraling Leaf lets, upon wet dew
Thirst Yearning, Drinking the day
Like ounces installing our birthright
To all, each glory comforting bawling
Change is constant seasons transitioning too
Shifting and transforming, Like thoughts
In the wind we witness our birthing
Like a secret once told, overheard while
We were still crawling, we are overjoyed
To be reminded, it’s not just a Earth thing.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
All The Stars Falling
Snow Drops on noses
Symposium Calling
Lights reflection with glimmer
Upon the Land, Sprawling’s
Of angels, and the Airwaves
Cold like the Morning
Oh Journey rejoicing
With the voice of chorus
Bursting, ringing the ears
With Heaven’s door inviting
Our choices
Lights pour on through branches
Are turning, and the Red Orange
Land mixing with ashes wind stalling
Spiraling Leaf lets, upon wet dew
Thirst Yearning, Drinking the day
Like ounces installing our birthright
To all, each glory comforting bawling
Change is constant seasons transitioning too
Shifting and transforming, Like thoughts
In the wind we witness our birthing
Like a secret once told, overheard while
We were still crawling, we are overjoyed
To be reminded, it’s not just a Earth thing.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Doors to Paradise
Way torn, far from the World
Escape artist sworn, to maneuver bold
Out, weather storms, enchanting accord
A new realm where soul stirs, blackness
Roams, and into Paradise
We dream like listless children
Upon the floor, of the Mother
Nature, sprinkling Heaven’s dew
Forevermore, and we sit and play
With no dream of something more
Oh Paradise, where did you go,
Could we want much more?
We left ships docked upon shores
No longer waiting, turning back to
Where our childhood soars, we recreate
What we once knew, in new vessels
Which we store, but oh if we can all go back
And lay again with Mother’s natures
Lost plan, could we restore?
Oh, Paradise, Lost
In time, we plead
And do Implore, that the sound
The music, chime in ring, that one last chord
Until we are back, to our sweet soft Paradise
This side of Pleiades, we place back, memories
Still shine, like 7 devilish dancers they roam
Twirling and singing back to our home
Paradise, through all defeat, these are the doors.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Escape artist sworn, to maneuver bold
Out, weather storms, enchanting accord
A new realm where soul stirs, blackness
Roams, and into Paradise
We dream like listless children
Upon the floor, of the Mother
Nature, sprinkling Heaven’s dew
Forevermore, and we sit and play
With no dream of something more
Oh Paradise, where did you go,
Could we want much more?
We left ships docked upon shores
No longer waiting, turning back to
Where our childhood soars, we recreate
What we once knew, in new vessels
Which we store, but oh if we can all go back
And lay again with Mother’s natures
Lost plan, could we restore?
Oh, Paradise, Lost
In time, we plead
And do Implore, that the sound
The music, chime in ring, that one last chord
Until we are back, to our sweet soft Paradise
This side of Pleiades, we place back, memories
Still shine, like 7 devilish dancers they roam
Twirling and singing back to our home
Paradise, through all defeat, these are the doors.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Seven
The way to eternity
Paved in Fluorescent lights
Flooded in concept
Flooded Despite
Yeah, I've been there once
Or twice, twice did suffice
A third is still waiting, to suffer
Men, tear through the mice
You were trapped in a cage
Careless I raged, unbecoming really
A discrepancy a wave
Unlawful and true,
What is law is between me and you
A fabrication of thoughts
Divulged, Cosmic disputes
Oh the Holy Water
Cannot save you now
Devils divulge too
Even they have recounts
Devout Devout
Holy sacrilegious account
Even darkness bows,
When lightness turns about
Through the forest waves
The impulse shakes days
7 standard circles
7 Heavens, upon the clouds sway
Transit, fixation upon the masses
Translocation of the sounds
Through the forest we still do climb
Through the rocks where dragon flies
Count
Numbering the ways, pleasure can renounce.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Paved in Fluorescent lights
Flooded in concept
Flooded Despite
Yeah, I've been there once
Or twice, twice did suffice
A third is still waiting, to suffer
Men, tear through the mice
You were trapped in a cage
Careless I raged, unbecoming really
A discrepancy a wave
Unlawful and true,
What is law is between me and you
A fabrication of thoughts
Divulged, Cosmic disputes
Oh the Holy Water
Cannot save you now
Devils divulge too
Even they have recounts
Devout Devout
Holy sacrilegious account
Even darkness bows,
When lightness turns about
Through the forest waves
The impulse shakes days
7 standard circles
7 Heavens, upon the clouds sway
Transit, fixation upon the masses
Translocation of the sounds
Through the forest we still do climb
Through the rocks where dragon flies
Count
Numbering the ways, pleasure can renounce.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Life in the Mafia
The scene is set in little Italy.
The Mafia boss sits behind the table,
says, look here, we got a problem.
Trash day is Wednesday, and it's Monday.
Tuesday's are my Tee time, at 2ish. Jake
You handling the Problem of Sunday well?
"Yeah", the corrupt politician lies.
The screen flutters in the background,
It shows the Pope on the news, some
Rebroadcast, earlier spent circling looping
Replaying.
Good, my niece's Christening is Saturday,
and Thursdays, well, don't talk to me about
Thursdays.
Friday, you don't get paid, unless I see that
Bill pass that says, Mob bosses get 99% of the
Respect around here.
The politician climbs from his seat, half asleep
Tired with vexation and corruption, "Yes, sir".
He walks out of the principals' office, lectured to
Nicely.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
The Mafia boss sits behind the table,
says, look here, we got a problem.
Trash day is Wednesday, and it's Monday.
Tuesday's are my Tee time, at 2ish. Jake
You handling the Problem of Sunday well?
"Yeah", the corrupt politician lies.
The screen flutters in the background,
It shows the Pope on the news, some
Rebroadcast, earlier spent circling looping
Replaying.
Good, my niece's Christening is Saturday,
and Thursdays, well, don't talk to me about
Thursdays.
Friday, you don't get paid, unless I see that
Bill pass that says, Mob bosses get 99% of the
Respect around here.
The politician climbs from his seat, half asleep
Tired with vexation and corruption, "Yes, sir".
He walks out of the principals' office, lectured to
Nicely.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Fire
Opinion. All are entitled. I speak mine. Fire.
I pretend. Fire. I do. Fire. Woe is me, I write
to the most high, they seek me like David
King, secure me not fault. Targetted. Fire.
Black eyes. I transmute all the Karma I gather
Fire. What's left, just Ether and I, and loved
Ones, whom passed on, I beckon your call,
Perhaps there is a right and wrong, I was told
Experience, is fire.
Intuition flares, like I don't hear all the stares,
Oh yes he is human right, I think I am divine
As taught by the master sublime, wait, check
Fire. I leave room for the chaos to ensue, wait
Is it still possible to do alchemy transmute?
Yes, turning base to gold in fire, aimed at a
Being your call brother, when darkness feeds on
you.
Born a diplomat, die a diplomat with advise that
never goes to righteous ears who really care, they
speak to me on years of ego, I find more help in
Pink book with angels, stranger angel hands gold
I try my best, the almighty consoles, I speak to David
Who calms me, when brother makes quams with me,
I say please don't hurt me so, we have been through so
much fire.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
I pretend. Fire. I do. Fire. Woe is me, I write
to the most high, they seek me like David
King, secure me not fault. Targetted. Fire.
Black eyes. I transmute all the Karma I gather
Fire. What's left, just Ether and I, and loved
Ones, whom passed on, I beckon your call,
Perhaps there is a right and wrong, I was told
Experience, is fire.
Intuition flares, like I don't hear all the stares,
Oh yes he is human right, I think I am divine
As taught by the master sublime, wait, check
Fire. I leave room for the chaos to ensue, wait
Is it still possible to do alchemy transmute?
Yes, turning base to gold in fire, aimed at a
Being your call brother, when darkness feeds on
you.
Born a diplomat, die a diplomat with advise that
never goes to righteous ears who really care, they
speak to me on years of ego, I find more help in
Pink book with angels, stranger angel hands gold
I try my best, the almighty consoles, I speak to David
Who calms me, when brother makes quams with me,
I say please don't hurt me so, we have been through so
much fire.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Sharing the burden
Hope is my heart skips a beat
too blind to even see keys or write
letters on the board speak, logos
Display love is heart, and will love
You endlessly instead of all the tears
there is more prayer. I try postures in
all directions take advice for all, knowing
it will be time before I can be trained to call
another superior without the knowledge of
inferior, we are all one i play with this idea for
fun, hoping today takes the tonic of the 7 seas
already won, in the age of fish there was dish
In the age of air, my throat's square, i wonder
If the mass of weight walking even cares, at the
I hope to watch from Yah saying our work we shared.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
too blind to even see keys or write
letters on the board speak, logos
Display love is heart, and will love
You endlessly instead of all the tears
there is more prayer. I try postures in
all directions take advice for all, knowing
it will be time before I can be trained to call
another superior without the knowledge of
inferior, we are all one i play with this idea for
fun, hoping today takes the tonic of the 7 seas
already won, in the age of fish there was dish
In the age of air, my throat's square, i wonder
If the mass of weight walking even cares, at the
I hope to watch from Yah saying our work we shared.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Speech
You, here, now. This moment. Breath of life
Are you vexed by the realness, hallows eve
Stuns sympathetic as well as nervous system
burns cold liquid blue. Life teaches lessons
Books do not plan for, life teaches lessons
Hold the hand that plans best more. The rhyme
comes back, do not plot do not plan, there
Is a laugh on high, the crickets chirp with
Summers demise, oh how can soul grow cold
Cold is warmth, summer's longing driven unknown
I try to tell you I see more than 3 days of dark
Night, but you never really cared to listen
The Egyptian's who were pillaged had it right.
At last there is one thing to say at least a bit on
Mount, this struggle that is welcomed in, is still
a saving bout. Light remains, through darkest days
It's still in darkness it does shine like praise, when
congregation shouts, breath resides pulls and ties,
to the phoenix, ashes sprout, take what may, and to the day,
pray Your conscience has no doubt, or another sign wanes
on thin line, flashing with no out, but within, self proclaims
What outside waivers, like sea it tosses salt and stubborn
hatred out, love all, such as neighbor was commandment
issued now. Broken by the broken, light must find some mouth.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Are you vexed by the realness, hallows eve
Stuns sympathetic as well as nervous system
burns cold liquid blue. Life teaches lessons
Books do not plan for, life teaches lessons
Hold the hand that plans best more. The rhyme
comes back, do not plot do not plan, there
Is a laugh on high, the crickets chirp with
Summers demise, oh how can soul grow cold
Cold is warmth, summer's longing driven unknown
I try to tell you I see more than 3 days of dark
Night, but you never really cared to listen
The Egyptian's who were pillaged had it right.
At last there is one thing to say at least a bit on
Mount, this struggle that is welcomed in, is still
a saving bout. Light remains, through darkest days
It's still in darkness it does shine like praise, when
congregation shouts, breath resides pulls and ties,
to the phoenix, ashes sprout, take what may, and to the day,
pray Your conscience has no doubt, or another sign wanes
on thin line, flashing with no out, but within, self proclaims
What outside waivers, like sea it tosses salt and stubborn
hatred out, love all, such as neighbor was commandment
issued now. Broken by the broken, light must find some mouth.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Death's Hunger
Pink champagne rivers roll salmon colored skies
I write not for my own health, but towards our own
Demise, into love, I pull ye, back from the dead, my heart
Ticking like bomb, melts sheds tears often shed, I, here
Eye, compassionate dear, I, teach you to acknowledge the
Eye missing within ye, eye eye, here. Captain in storms once
Bled, down with the ship, you ask me how I laugh instead
It's either as captain, or orchestra goes, in cold deep dark
Waters or stowed in ship below, or perhaps watching you
On that light linen dark haunted bed, curtains pulled back
Sun launching rays instead, I rather listen to laughter of
Crazy old mystics, laughing how they perchance missed one
This shifts, fortune upon where I hear once again, it is I yes
These eyes, that will be in long quilted bed, long before this World
Even found it's out, Things it once held, to our head we are filled
With Sprouts, This World will know grace, long after I am dead
I could lie and say I missed it, but by then I'll be happy and fed.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
I write not for my own health, but towards our own
Demise, into love, I pull ye, back from the dead, my heart
Ticking like bomb, melts sheds tears often shed, I, here
Eye, compassionate dear, I, teach you to acknowledge the
Eye missing within ye, eye eye, here. Captain in storms once
Bled, down with the ship, you ask me how I laugh instead
It's either as captain, or orchestra goes, in cold deep dark
Waters or stowed in ship below, or perhaps watching you
On that light linen dark haunted bed, curtains pulled back
Sun launching rays instead, I rather listen to laughter of
Crazy old mystics, laughing how they perchance missed one
This shifts, fortune upon where I hear once again, it is I yes
These eyes, that will be in long quilted bed, long before this World
Even found it's out, Things it once held, to our head we are filled
With Sprouts, This World will know grace, long after I am dead
I could lie and say I missed it, but by then I'll be happy and fed.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
The used
I miss the gasp that escapes our full lips
Proposals on staircases, exchanging of wits
Oh father, yes mum? I often do say, examples
Of outwitting, me again once this fine day?
I miss the introduction from Sophia, The Pistos
so Bold, how primal we are, so often we scold
Abandonment yes, we both had betrayed, our true selves
Knowing it haunts to this day.
I have travelled upon all, and met all parts of you
The body, like Christ, is partial to love too
So I say to our fathers up on the high
Mountains do crumble, and seas also run dry
A sanctum you offered, from the death of the youth
A abode I did offer, from the place of the used.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Proposals on staircases, exchanging of wits
Oh father, yes mum? I often do say, examples
Of outwitting, me again once this fine day?
I miss the introduction from Sophia, The Pistos
so Bold, how primal we are, so often we scold
Abandonment yes, we both had betrayed, our true selves
Knowing it haunts to this day.
I have travelled upon all, and met all parts of you
The body, like Christ, is partial to love too
So I say to our fathers up on the high
Mountains do crumble, and seas also run dry
A sanctum you offered, from the death of the youth
A abode I did offer, from the place of the used.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Days fallen
Given up, the thoughts given into, treachery
One hid so well before, did not explode
As a communist party with an agenda which says
Comrade...comrade this comrade that.
The public stops writing about their cares, for
It seems to be too late to do anything more than
Weep for fallen soldiers in the land gone, reminiscing
Of how older folks who can muster the strength to see
Another depression pass. Sometimes it is bleak
At times it lasts. Away from the slide puddle, we
Go on imploring that we out last the day, just one
More time. Giving inheritance away, we substitute rhyme
One last art form , mirrors reflection; time.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
One hid so well before, did not explode
As a communist party with an agenda which says
Comrade...comrade this comrade that.
The public stops writing about their cares, for
It seems to be too late to do anything more than
Weep for fallen soldiers in the land gone, reminiscing
Of how older folks who can muster the strength to see
Another depression pass. Sometimes it is bleak
At times it lasts. Away from the slide puddle, we
Go on imploring that we out last the day, just one
More time. Giving inheritance away, we substitute rhyme
One last art form , mirrors reflection; time.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Chess
Half tucked beneath the Archer's bow a Sword of ritual
Pretense so, a cut of garnet, across the hair, a cut of eye
Lashes, flicker, fall, dear, upon the square, known, the feet firmly
Placed, Upon the west a gaze through self unselfishly faced
Creator of Eye seen, seen refraction, new hues, seen colour
Face whittled, ever so blue, of joy rose pink, enlightened -- attraction
Grace, from Blue to, colored rose, rush blood, wanton head face lush
Of nearness of head rush, of sound like the Oom, Lexicons
Face open, Lexicons, tombs, binded by spell casted prayers dust
Laden night, bound by the prayer cast of demons, castle sight adjust
Rook in the Passageway, clear main stair well, Knight to the
Bishop, upon cross section field dwell, Across to the pawn,
Sacrifice naught, unless in dreamless state, with reincarnation
Sought, trust, to Queen, good maiden, protectorate dear, defend mate,
It is your king who marries victory, upon splendor two wed inhere
Pathways towards crown, higher light ever sheds, fair, recheck
Patience, Patience buys, In Patience one dwells, peace and warfare
Rebirth Demise, understanding wisdom, united beautifully tied.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Pretense so, a cut of garnet, across the hair, a cut of eye
Lashes, flicker, fall, dear, upon the square, known, the feet firmly
Placed, Upon the west a gaze through self unselfishly faced
Creator of Eye seen, seen refraction, new hues, seen colour
Face whittled, ever so blue, of joy rose pink, enlightened -- attraction
Grace, from Blue to, colored rose, rush blood, wanton head face lush
Of nearness of head rush, of sound like the Oom, Lexicons
Face open, Lexicons, tombs, binded by spell casted prayers dust
Laden night, bound by the prayer cast of demons, castle sight adjust
Rook in the Passageway, clear main stair well, Knight to the
Bishop, upon cross section field dwell, Across to the pawn,
Sacrifice naught, unless in dreamless state, with reincarnation
Sought, trust, to Queen, good maiden, protectorate dear, defend mate,
It is your king who marries victory, upon splendor two wed inhere
Pathways towards crown, higher light ever sheds, fair, recheck
Patience, Patience buys, In Patience one dwells, peace and warfare
Rebirth Demise, understanding wisdom, united beautifully tied.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Comet
Waiting, long, hard, patiently, waiting. A manuscript
Is written, on papyrus which in water enveloped
Waits to be, consumed, fire, eaten through by water
Waiting.
All things, through the immortal hourglass, waits, like
The nectar dripping from the comb, encompassing
Life force, the worker belittles nothing.
Waiting, it always, approaches, at the climactic crescendo.
The heart sheds, a dew drop, Waiting to collect, more
Desire ceases, when ceaseless desire, desires final moment
Dips, into a pool unconscious, reservoir untold, condemnation?
Eternal. Limitless. Unending.
A comet commits to ice, as a sun commits to life. Both destroy
Both suffice, both play and toy, on the brink, neither feeble
Upon the same string plucked, may the profound be deemed trite?
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Is written, on papyrus which in water enveloped
Waits to be, consumed, fire, eaten through by water
Waiting.
All things, through the immortal hourglass, waits, like
The nectar dripping from the comb, encompassing
Life force, the worker belittles nothing.
Waiting, it always, approaches, at the climactic crescendo.
The heart sheds, a dew drop, Waiting to collect, more
Desire ceases, when ceaseless desire, desires final moment
Dips, into a pool unconscious, reservoir untold, condemnation?
Eternal. Limitless. Unending.
A comet commits to ice, as a sun commits to life. Both destroy
Both suffice, both play and toy, on the brink, neither feeble
Upon the same string plucked, may the profound be deemed trite?
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Farmer Butcher or Shepard
The budget calls for more streaming lining,
Less fluff. The farmer peers out the window
At his sheep, used for wool, now being sold
To the slaughter house down the street, half
At least this way he could please the ground
As well as his father's name, still engraved
Upon the outpost, the mailbox creaking, wind
Seeking something else to rock back and forth
Rust in it's sails. His wife long departed, it was
now his own turn, soon enough, he still had half
A head of cattle, to take to the slaughter, and half
To shave, perhaps donate to his city slicker son
The last of the line of stockbrokers who went broke
Before jumping. He writes two letters, one to the butcher
The other to a generation, who would never answer the call
Of a farmer, who was really a shepard, turned butcher.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Less fluff. The farmer peers out the window
At his sheep, used for wool, now being sold
To the slaughter house down the street, half
At least this way he could please the ground
As well as his father's name, still engraved
Upon the outpost, the mailbox creaking, wind
Seeking something else to rock back and forth
Rust in it's sails. His wife long departed, it was
now his own turn, soon enough, he still had half
A head of cattle, to take to the slaughter, and half
To shave, perhaps donate to his city slicker son
The last of the line of stockbrokers who went broke
Before jumping. He writes two letters, one to the butcher
The other to a generation, who would never answer the call
Of a farmer, who was really a shepard, turned butcher.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Cooking my kurds
Instructions:
Before the Universe is built, you must establish it....
Wai....what?! A cloud of dust, form lifeless light
With beams pixeled sprites, and build sound from sight
The unstoppable touch of heat the unspeakable smells
All rise.
Before the World is sold, you must sell your soul. My soul?!
To whom, a vacuum upon a hill, tell me I am forced to partake
Forgo but chance and will, like the cravings of pie pass the window
Sitting on a sill. Instill in me some hope that there is possible ways
To cope, a sign!
Before a metaphor is found, you must stake it through the heart
Make it know that you it made yours and other's chests did pound.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Before the Universe is built, you must establish it....
Wai....what?! A cloud of dust, form lifeless light
With beams pixeled sprites, and build sound from sight
The unstoppable touch of heat the unspeakable smells
All rise.
Before the World is sold, you must sell your soul. My soul?!
To whom, a vacuum upon a hill, tell me I am forced to partake
Forgo but chance and will, like the cravings of pie pass the window
Sitting on a sill. Instill in me some hope that there is possible ways
To cope, a sign!
Before a metaphor is found, you must stake it through the heart
Make it know that you it made yours and other's chests did pound.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Torture
The night the young man decided to write
To his old friend, began like each evening
Always did, with a laugh at the peasants
And a joyful finger poked at the royals.
In between there was nothing but a hallowed
Voice streaming upwards like, regurgitated manure
Spilled and silted with acidic fire burning sarcophagus
The night and life had carved in a young man, 80 years
Of torturous pain, whereas even death was enjoyable
Oh the joy! Laughter of the meadows reaped soy, milked
And even transfused into rice fields on permanent light mixes
Torture, oh why did we always sign a contract for our own
Torture.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
To his old friend, began like each evening
Always did, with a laugh at the peasants
And a joyful finger poked at the royals.
In between there was nothing but a hallowed
Voice streaming upwards like, regurgitated manure
Spilled and silted with acidic fire burning sarcophagus
The night and life had carved in a young man, 80 years
Of torturous pain, whereas even death was enjoyable
Oh the joy! Laughter of the meadows reaped soy, milked
And even transfused into rice fields on permanent light mixes
Torture, oh why did we always sign a contract for our own
Torture.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Walkway
Willow wisp walkway, dead of the night
The bulbs mirror back, us shadows in sight
Contemporary hallway umbrella exposed
Not wet to the weather, dry to the cold
Self reflection junkie, pathway of words
Brushes with death, life still unfolds
Aqueous runway, models on stage
Actors ever present, presently staged
A coup to the gallows, in this hallway
We're exposed, corridor of horrors
Reflecting parishes old. Union two
This bright strip of land, the boulevard
Foretold, waiting on hand.
Bright cadence lights, burning soul slight
Much too soon to World's jaws stolen plight
Shadow this step, stony water way accord
Light works its magic, 'till illustrious day dawn
Holds.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
The bulbs mirror back, us shadows in sight
Contemporary hallway umbrella exposed
Not wet to the weather, dry to the cold
Self reflection junkie, pathway of words
Brushes with death, life still unfolds
Aqueous runway, models on stage
Actors ever present, presently staged
A coup to the gallows, in this hallway
We're exposed, corridor of horrors
Reflecting parishes old. Union two
This bright strip of land, the boulevard
Foretold, waiting on hand.
Bright cadence lights, burning soul slight
Much too soon to World's jaws stolen plight
Shadow this step, stony water way accord
Light works its magic, 'till illustrious day dawn
Holds.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Prescient Illusion
I dream the Iam perfectly
The pentameter dreams me
eloquently, we are one, does
It hurt? Of course it is love
Does it contend, no it takes
More, in order to place it
Correctly, always the perfectionist.
All directions, one looks around
Says, I am that. Done. Is. I’m am that.
Done. Is. I am All. Nothing. I am nothing.
All.....seamless mind that points and becomes
BE!....it is....with a moment eternity, dances
like wet flower petal on dew laden grass
A passerby crosses and picks it, imbued
With beauty for a dot in time, refinement
Collector of pristine thoughts, divider sublime.
We are all instantaneous, all there. Rebuilding
structures commandeer boats such as dimensions
at the very exact pace we set the metronome to
tick with our selfish will, carnivorous hunger for beauty.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
The pentameter dreams me
eloquently, we are one, does
It hurt? Of course it is love
Does it contend, no it takes
More, in order to place it
Correctly, always the perfectionist.
All directions, one looks around
Says, I am that. Done. Is. I’m am that.
Done. Is. I am All. Nothing. I am nothing.
All.....seamless mind that points and becomes
BE!....it is....with a moment eternity, dances
like wet flower petal on dew laden grass
A passerby crosses and picks it, imbued
With beauty for a dot in time, refinement
Collector of pristine thoughts, divider sublime.
We are all instantaneous, all there. Rebuilding
structures commandeer boats such as dimensions
at the very exact pace we set the metronome to
tick with our selfish will, carnivorous hunger for beauty.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
A mile away
I see your thoughts on marriage
I have been, eloped since I was 6
To God, not that I use that 3 letter
Word that often anymore. I ask
Is any one worth this type of pain
I hear the doctors of every suite
I hear the same old, me versus
The cold flat floor, battling for
What some don't even call life.
They wonder why I am fire in the day
Hell raised and at night I fetus like
Misscarraiged womb, I manage to mix
A different prayer with other posture
A supplication remedy I have not tried yet.
Surely, an escape artist, in theory, can
escape anything, before it is too late.
The desolation at the close, is what it feels
Like, upon judgement day, when heaven gates
Too do close, and the cold, is much too cold.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
I have been, eloped since I was 6
To God, not that I use that 3 letter
Word that often anymore. I ask
Is any one worth this type of pain
I hear the doctors of every suite
I hear the same old, me versus
The cold flat floor, battling for
What some don't even call life.
They wonder why I am fire in the day
Hell raised and at night I fetus like
Misscarraiged womb, I manage to mix
A different prayer with other posture
A supplication remedy I have not tried yet.
Surely, an escape artist, in theory, can
escape anything, before it is too late.
The desolation at the close, is what it feels
Like, upon judgement day, when heaven gates
Too do close, and the cold, is much too cold.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Lionheart
Unbrave, Lionheart of scars' remarks
Fan chopped blade near eye, dear I cry
Laugh I say, aye. Unquiet heart, Lionheart of
Fear remarks, dear, I deny, settle a deep
Depth I still try, Useless as the air, In
Cold northern winter, cuts remarks, where
Is your lion, wrectched owner of remarks.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Fan chopped blade near eye, dear I cry
Laugh I say, aye. Unquiet heart, Lionheart of
Fear remarks, dear, I deny, settle a deep
Depth I still try, Useless as the air, In
Cold northern winter, cuts remarks, where
Is your lion, wrectched owner of remarks.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Differences
Like we differ, like we care......like we differ
.....Care, enough to grab my attention....
Life we differ like you care......Enough for you
and I to circle the square....like we differ like we care.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
.....Care, enough to grab my attention....
Life we differ like you care......Enough for you
and I to circle the square....like we differ like we care.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Encased
Numbness bleeds like passion, alive trying
Survival like the kind of note you hear, just
Between an A and A sharp, a bloody train
Spout spurting coal into air black, compressed
Future shunned, shares magnetic trails over uplifting
Veils, rails one does mention, common causeways
National interests and ideas that are alone always
I wonder, is this my clone, then why so detached
You know better, your throne, most do, I cycle through
Lonesome, care hushed into words, "Lush!" ...I'm sure
I haven't been attached to that one person score, in ages
Spent, ramble on like the rose in the cement, carried rushed
To the florist cut and now half bent with lifeless taste
Memories still hold like encased glass, encased fate.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Survival like the kind of note you hear, just
Between an A and A sharp, a bloody train
Spout spurting coal into air black, compressed
Future shunned, shares magnetic trails over uplifting
Veils, rails one does mention, common causeways
National interests and ideas that are alone always
I wonder, is this my clone, then why so detached
You know better, your throne, most do, I cycle through
Lonesome, care hushed into words, "Lush!" ...I'm sure
I haven't been attached to that one person score, in ages
Spent, ramble on like the rose in the cement, carried rushed
To the florist cut and now half bent with lifeless taste
Memories still hold like encased glass, encased fate.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
The sold artist
She tames the river like natural curves
Sharp creases in the bed of sand, dirt
with free passion, free passion with wild
Flowers. Tells me who cares, watch, I'll
Tame you too, freedom soul, writer of
Countless immemorial, I train a smile for
the event, a way to say Indeed, without
Saying, "Indeed". She laughs at me, some
Things wrong, music, more music, more
more more. I can never quell this appetite
For more, enslaven to beauty I do, always
As I am told, from one voice, to many, sold.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
Sharp creases in the bed of sand, dirt
with free passion, free passion with wild
Flowers. Tells me who cares, watch, I'll
Tame you too, freedom soul, writer of
Countless immemorial, I train a smile for
the event, a way to say Indeed, without
Saying, "Indeed". She laughs at me, some
Things wrong, music, more music, more
more more. I can never quell this appetite
For more, enslaven to beauty I do, always
As I am told, from one voice, to many, sold.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
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