KRIS AM

THIS IS KRIS RECEND'S POEM

I am witty and creative
I wonder about god
I hear peoples insides
I see through B.S.
I want to own my own bike so I can go riding
I am witty and creative

I pretend that I understand
I feel hope
I touch hopefully peoples hearts
I worry about my relationships
I cry out I'm here and I can cry about being here
I am witty and creative

I understand pain
I say this is a hard one to answer
I dream if riding in the wind
I try to keep an open heart
I hope that I will feel at home someday
I am witty and creative

9/5/13

COURT ORDERED WARNING:

If you read any fearther
U release me from any
Responsibility if you go
Crazy primly cant see
What we know to B real-reality
Anything led un-shielded mental omni ball
Gone un-fielded
We all fall; failing
Don't fret
U havent dropped
The ball yet
And if you get ur board set
Not breaking a sweat
Reguardless of what you got
Regretting naught
Morals formed
Negativity torn before formed
My warrior bleeds prerceiving
Things to the core as I morn forlorn
Feering in the shore of all things that be
Gloryless horribly morbid, horridly
Boaring instead of harmoneous
I embark unto said quest
A blessing upon a recended
Crest ingested
My answers and craft the test

ENDURING PHOTONS

I am enduring and made from the ancestors of photons
I wonder if this vibrating will stop
I hear the white whispers of insight snaking into neurons
I see the top of my head with a turban of prism
I want to go on a magic carpet ride I am enduring and made from the ancestors of photons

I pretend that I can realize the roots that grew me
I feel utterly cluttered in the feeling of achiness
I touch the fiery stars that once called me child
I worry that ill figure out how to fly without the training wheels
I cry when you cry
I am enduring and made from the ancestors of photons

I understand that I need to be earthly bound
I say that the heavens glow like lava silver flames in a distant yet captivating fire
I dream I dream of home
I try to keep my rhythm close to the beat if the planet I hope that
I will find a balance I am enduring and made of the ancestors of photons
5/12/13

Weird...lost

I want to share everything....oh gosh do I.  I need to include my support group in my healing.  Maybe I'll have mom read this. I just don't want to disappoint anyone.  It hurts when I do.  Because I know down deep I can be reliable.  Ugh.  Drama in my head so cheesy and cliche it makes me sick.  What's bothering me right now? Soldier....he's out to play. Boo.  Talk to him...ew. Freaky.  Talk about him more so the light is shone upon him.  He likes the dark.  That's where he was born.  Oh man I just hope that my faith runs clear....clear to eternity of my soul.  I pray for clarity and stillness.  I know I'll succeed in getting through this but I need to cope with what's happening now in a different way than im doing now.  I don't want to go to John George.  I don't want to get arrested.  I want to just breathe easy.  Just breathe...sounds so simple...yet so far away.