A grain of sand can move mountains
You gave me even your share, a mountain moved
I never thought, perhaps you never thought
It was possible and it was overcome
Rebirth is a funny thing, to our trivial minds
It is all calculated, I promise you this
My faith was a grain of sand
You moved it by being the only thing you knew
I cannot say the reasons why, but like me
You take to the wind and ride, it helped me smile
Just a bit more, the clincher is if we can adore
Each facet the way the Universe does, all our ails
Would be solved, this however takes time
And in the back of my mind, though my vision short
Wisdom told me lie, sleep and awake it would all be over
When the Sun rose again, after this dark night we both ventured on
Nearing complete whole, not a black dog, nor dark raven upon the door.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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Sunday, January 23, 2011
Points, Marks
I asked your ways and sat, bemused
As If I could ever remark or accuse
Of some semblance of peace of mind
Although egos do intersect our goal
Inspiring and to say wild was nomenclature
Things to do became just things.
I thought I loved everything given to me
This was a portion of karma I talked about
In notebooks or self debates, but to love
And to know the difference between
Joy and Sorrow, carried me like wings
Upon feet, I understood what a glimpse felt like
It is the half way point mark, with no end.
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As If I could ever remark or accuse
Of some semblance of peace of mind
Although egos do intersect our goal
Inspiring and to say wild was nomenclature
Things to do became just things.
I thought I loved everything given to me
This was a portion of karma I talked about
In notebooks or self debates, but to love
And to know the difference between
Joy and Sorrow, carried me like wings
Upon feet, I understood what a glimpse felt like
It is the half way point mark, with no end.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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Stay
Stay child like with me
Through the placid frozen months
Try to remember the least amount of cares
Stay as a young one lost in the thumping of rain
Upon the rooftops with the caressing of the wind
Stay entrapped by the free feeling moments lost
Forever a newly born artist into a world of form
Crafting forms in enigmatic manners
Discovering at every chance.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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Through the placid frozen months
Try to remember the least amount of cares
Stay as a young one lost in the thumping of rain
Upon the rooftops with the caressing of the wind
Stay entrapped by the free feeling moments lost
Forever a newly born artist into a world of form
Crafting forms in enigmatic manners
Discovering at every chance.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Contact me for reprint/posting permission.
Becoming
Around the table we all sit
The memories all pieced together
The last of the years’ recount in joy
All is welcome and accepted at this point
Why things cannot always be like this is beyond
All of our comprehension necessitates, more so
Becoming is useful and joy becomes of use
To us, finally there becomes a way
To say here is your reward.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Contact me for reprint/posting permission.
The memories all pieced together
The last of the years’ recount in joy
All is welcome and accepted at this point
Why things cannot always be like this is beyond
All of our comprehension necessitates, more so
Becoming is useful and joy becomes of use
To us, finally there becomes a way
To say here is your reward.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Contact me for reprint/posting permission.
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