Tears Freely Flowing



Tears freely flowing

Thoughts overloaded

Words others utter

Hit so hard I stutter



Three times yesterday

Words came at me to say

The work I make my life

Is wrapped up in strife



For in some minds who hate

I serve too little and too late

But I do consider where are

Their thoughts quite charred



By jealous nature stilted

Warped so they're tilted

By pressures they're under

Which steals their thunder



I do have much compassion

For those so heavy they're ashen

From their own daily abuses

They look for others to unloose



Their full frustrations upon

Even to the point they get guns

To wave about in the air before

Firing their bullets which score



The heart and mind of one who

Has no hate for anybody, 'tis true

But who loves people who care

And show it by how they dare



To enjoy charm and good humor

Without becoming all gloomy

Something so many here do

As they wallow in their stews



Instead of holding their heads up

And looking high above their cups

For all the goodness there is about

So much so, it emerges in spouts



Which come from the words 

Of some who use them to stir

Their own warm, tasty stews

Which are not filled with abuse



But come from a very good place

Which is marked by a large ace

Of a mind forged with brightness

He uses here to make lightness



Out of names which do appear

To have been founded to sear

Others with thought processes

To make them forget losses



Of the past from which they hurt

Yes, we all have them in the dirt

Of the experiences of our past

Which some dwell on to make last



Instead of looking ahead to sunny days

In which they can lose all of the haze

And go forward with a good feeling

Which will multiply and send them reeling



Into rosy times ahead, which will happen

If they only change things and start mapping

Based on their own improved good outlook

Something all can do without using books



But it must come from deep within the soul

Something we all have no matter how old

Search it and see if you cannot find the good

All of us here on earth have some and should



Be able to touch it and thus to bring it forth

That goodness which resides in our path

We cannot get rid of - no matter how hard

We try, as it just is there and will jumpstart



If we allow it to, and stand out of the way

So it will shine its brightness and then stay

If we welcome it with outstretched arms

Something which can be done with charm



And once done - then assess the words

Of others who live by them and yearn

To have others see their total purity 

Which comes from their deep cavity



For loving every person who comes along

Regardless of whether their silent song

Is based on hurt, hate or any other emotion

As his words can be seen as uplifting potion



Christopher W. Thomas

7:25am Thurs Dec. 4th, 1997