Balancing Act.

Distant to yield perspective
and appreciation, 
Closer and closer through
the pulse of separation, 
Together upon a stronger 
foundation...

Words and silence; heart
whispers, words 
unsaid, 
Settling in balance; heart,
soul, and head,
Spoken in expression, nothing
left unsaid...

That light, that beacon, to
brighten each day,
In presence and absence; never
to go astray,
Pillar and foundation, never to
fall away...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 10/30/2013

Last Nights' Memory.

One step forward, twelve
steps back,
Moments away, empty,
altogether off track,

Grasping again after
last nights' memory,
Please don't become
another member of that
repository,

Comings and goings and
so many more,
Bore a hole so deep that
the soul has become
sore,

Please, God, no more...

Just to see that face
again,
To caress, to feel,
secure within,

To be someone to
someone,
Hand in hand, to
remain as one,

No more listing
aimless in uncertainty,
No more holding to
last nights' memory,

Just the moment, right
now,
Embrace, entwine,
smiling, new, yet
familiar somehow...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
10/16/2013

White Noise.

Softly, swiftly winters feather

fell gracefully upon the

prairie, 

Essence, tender, in glistening

transparency,

Swirls sing in silent

litany, 

Whispered songs caress,

white symphony, 

In harmony, turmoil

fades, 

Dancing, anew, reverence

of countless shades, 

Warmth in cold long yearning, 

Words, cold, hearts' 

burning, 

Softly, swiftly in winters'

churning, 

Beyond things left

stirring...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman and Alixzandra Harpster

10/14/2013

Shinjin Jissen.

One, two, knocked down,

up again, 

Heart pounding, pulsing, 

spirit set, ready to rush

right in, 

War on that other self, 

lurking, waiting for

that opening, 

Take me down? Not today,

its' only the beginning, 

Strategy not for spirit,

untamed, weathered, yet

unbroken, 

Heeding, cleaving, to

words yet unspoken,

Shift, dodge, and back

again, 

Take me down? Ready to

rush in, 

Punch drunk, yet still

I grin,

Hands up, lets' go

again... Is that all you've

got?

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

10/13/2013

Heavy.

Cannot enter with a heart
on guard,
Cannot go there, clenched
fists so hard,

Cannot abide, though
it seeks to dwell,
Cannot burden, and turn
Heaven to Hell,

Crossing that threshold,
a voice loud and
clear,
Not right now, you're
not welcome
here...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
10/13/2013

Ache.

Knowledge of this
pain,
Splayed bare and
plain,

Locked, spiritually
barren...Drained,
Whatever was that
thing,
What ever was it
named?

What was that title
for its' face,
That abode, some
distant place,

Supplanted, separated
from her grace,
Kneeling, begging, screaming
in this disgrace...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
10/11/2013

Confusing Delightful Soul.

Confusing delightful, insightful
need,
Creed of wordless, unspoken
heart,
Apart, needless, but the
presence is there,

Fair, in timeless embrace
amid life's twists and
turns,
The light, it burns, but
the burn is needed,

The word, heeded, in
faithful wait,
Through the gate that
heart is shown,
Embraced, long, her
heart is known,

One more minute before
the moment's end,
Embraced, entwined, into
one we blend,

Timing, off? No. Not in
his time,
Not in his mind, nor his
simple rhyme,

Question what is given?
No.
Heart open, faithful and
clear,
Sitting as one, so away
we go,

Confusing delightful,
recital of a single
soul,
Lost in those eyes, together,
once again made whole...
-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman
10/05/2013

Godsend.

No thoughts assault, 

twisting and turning has

come to a halt, 

The assailant has fled

the heart, 

Your presence has torn

them apart, 

Fled in the face of 

faith and trust, 

Turning the pain and

anguish to

dust,

No worry, no torment, 

no shame, 

Heartache, anger, fear,

all set aflame,

That bright smile to

start the day, 

Snatched from Hell and

chased those Demons

away...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

10/03/2013

Lady in White.

Continuance enraptured, captured,
captivated,
Gravitated toward an open
heart,
Seconds passed, it never
fell apart.

Just another work of
art,
Beauty in white, fancied
in flight,
Life flooded in light.

The way set and hearts
acting from will,
Just one more moment,
they sit so perfectly
still.

Breath drawn, exhale,
nil...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
10/03/2013

Hesychasm.

Shouting of the hesychast
in silence; he contemplates,
Shut the doors, douse the
flames; against those
he segregates.

Mind in heart and heart
to the essence,
Yearning, burning; deep
inner presence.

Nous in full swing, dying
unto the wordless,
Nameless, stillness, in
utter progress, yet
regress.

Internal praying ceaseless
in void of the one,
Praising voiceless on high,
humble under the
sun...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
10/02/2013

Chips in the Glass.

Distant radiance, wishing

it were near, 

Somewhere out there, why

not just right here?

So much to question, but 

question not, so the

voice explains, 

Heart open, spilling all

that remains, 

Don't tread there, for

its' all lain bare, 

Hiding in shame from

eyes that stare,

Yet somehow they

care, 

Please, not forsaken, 

just avoiding the

glare,

Explaining those scars, but

only for you, 

Please, don't tread there,

don't tear this heart

in two, 

Trust, so hard, but

an effort so

true, 

Opening this heart

for you, 

Radiance, out there, just

a shadow cast

down, 

Reaching beyond this

place, hoping

not to drown, 

Please, don't save

me now, 

Just open your heart

and let me in

somehow...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

09/16/2013

Protecting Sanctity.

Tide, burst, remembrance
long gone by,
Word of the speechless
plastered on the
sky,

Essence; what was there?
Patience,
Vibration toward greater
transcendence,

Questions unprepared
though the answer's
given,
Locked on course, heart
and soul driven,

Ridden to the other side
and back,
Upon a knee in grace;
defenseless? No,
attack!

Forcing through toward the
sun's peaking crest,
Six down and the seventh
to rest,

Four points and then
four more,
Sword down, who's
keeping score?

All said and done,
at peace right now under
the sun,
Sanctified and resting as
one...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
09/16/2013

Expressions.

Changed, reborn, renewed

energetic on a path

unworn, 

Unwind, rewind, fingertips

caress, contours 

undefined, 

Expressionless hides emotive

frequencies he

rides, 

I love you, no longer 

unsaid, 

No longer behind these

eyes, 

No longer living in

this head, 

Open and free just for

you to see, 

Just for you, for me

to be me, 

Nothing more true, 

just for you...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

09/15/2013

Strange Dream.

Time zones match in
wake and dream,
Walls shift and morph.
engulfing darkness
scream.

Wandering, groping,
it will give in a moment
or so,
Out of body, lost,
died just a moment
ago.

Daylight just beyond
the horizon,
Dream no more comes
that realization,

Laughter beckons toward
paralysis,
Just another step in
metamorphosis...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
09/13/2013

Beyond the Sun.

God cares, somewhere up
there,
Gaze hard through the
sun's punishing
glare,

Not alone, follow along,
and the circle remains
unbroken,
Words long left
unspoken,
Yet that circle remains
unbroken,

Somewhere up there,
Eyes burn and lay all
bare,
Wash away and leave
no care,

Want to say that I
love you,
Through her heart you
ran me through,

Never seen before that
light in life,
Under your knife, cutting
away the strife,

I know now, its' never on
my own,
Through those eyes I'm
shown,

Ghosts of things long
left undone,
'til that day that we are
one,

God, laughter and
wakeful under the
sun...
-END-
(C)D.C. Chapman
09/10/2013

Angel's Key.

Epiphany in the eyes

of an angel shimmering

green, 

Lacking naught for want

of nothing but

this, 

Eternal bliss in the arms

of that sleeping

beauty, 

Quest without cause 

somewhere in

higherness, 

Free of stress, elevating

toward the stars above

the conscious

plane,

Somewhere, subconscious

in some heavenly mind

frame... 

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

09/10/2013

Miracles.

Adored to the end, and stitched
to the last,
Caught in the wind, isn't it a
blast?

Shocking satisfaction without
the need,
Just want and patience, sowing
every seed,
Just another, the other, gladly
does it bleed,

Stabbing the depths of this
soul,
Gazing true and mending it
whole,

Up to that sky thankful in every
breath,
Experiencing rebirth in every
little death,

Joyful to the pore, alas, to
the very core,
Dancing feats galore,

Miracle in the moment, that
moment you showed up,
Worry dissipated, comfort in
a tea cup...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
09/09/2013

Call of the Wild.

Bequeath that which silence
brings,
Beneath, the harmony accordingly
sings,

Shifting, call of the wild, eyes
set, nose in the wind,
Decent, inwardly blend,

Meeting on those plains
out there,
High above, the law lay
bare,

Transfixed, that pulse
deep inside,
Sit back, just along for
the ride,

Travesty, an essence
beyond wild,
Clawing deep, that
lost inner child...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
09/09/2013

Familiarity.

Familiarity with another 

soul,

To find what's missing, to

once again feel

whole,

Lost in a gaze, soulful,

those eyes, 

Never a haze, green,

they realize, 

Smiles, ceaseless, in

happiness whole, 

For miles, endless, familiarity

with another soul, 

Goodbye is hello for just

a little while, 

Step to step, just another

mile, 

Walls break down to let

what's missing enter, 

Familiarity with another soul,

finally found its' center...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

09/09/2013

Key.

What's this? Upside the head
like a bag full of bricks,
Striking the heart in one single
jolt,
Emotional embers sparked by
a solitary bolt.

Heart and mind taken in mere
thought of that face,
Negativity shattered, gone
without a trace,
One act, one beat, lost deep
in the moment's pace.

Though uncertain, its' certain,
everything has reason,
Through changes of the
season,
Together toward cohesive
fusion.

Entranced not by lust, but
love,
Thankful, looking high
above,
Whisked away on the wings
of a dove.

Complete, now, in heart and
mind,
Shattered darkness sought
once to bind,
Comfort in her face, her voice
so kind...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
09/04/2013

Enchanted.

There is Divinity in the beauty

of those eyes, 

Fear not the tender touch,

fixated holding no lies, 

Swayed by mere presence,

lost in your essence, 

Simply drawn and

entranced, 

Enchanted and lost completely

right there, 

Embraced in that moment,

open, bare, 

Lost in those eyes without

a solitary care, 

Fear not that tender touch,

lots in those eyes, 

Rest assured in gentle strength

it holds no lies, 

Come back for another

moment, 

Waiting, yearning in blissful

torment, 

Just to hold that gaze 

again, 

Embraced in your essence,

enchanted speaking your

name...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

09/02/2013

Borders of Madness.

Mind's a haze, stomach
churns,
Eyes astray, misleading;
The urgency burns,

Dazed and drawn, prey
among predatory
things,
Silence, disturbing, mindless,
it pulls and tugs those
strings,

Trees? No. Something's
out there,
Running behind, now
somewhere over
there,
Misleading distance and
the sun's blazing
glare,

Deeper still, lead to
some strange
slaughter,
Hotter still, stomach
churning, yearning
for water,

Something's there; it
won't stay idle
long,
Keep present, alert,
steadfast and
strong,

Nothing, but
something,
Distance or near?
Presence, still, giving
not to the grip of
fear,

Strange land bordered
on reality,
Urgency, drawn in, heavy,
sapping agility,

Sore without reason, knees
commit treason,
But present in mind, though
a haze,
Back away, onward to other
days...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
08/24/2013
Written after a strange and near negative Spiritual Experience on Skyline Drive Rd in CDA.

Retribution.

Underhand me, you underhand
yourself,
Backstabbing lies, accumulated
wealth,
Lost in time as karma takes you
down that line,
Too caught up in yourself to
read the blatant sign.

Wandered long enough to
know,
Whatever comes must also
go,
In line of sight for the
entire show.

Lost in illusions of
permanence,
Last stand of
selfishness,
Delusions of
convergence.

No more,
In the street bleeding
from every pore,
Just another eye
sore...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
08/22/2013

Zanshin.

Harmony in conflict, mind set
as one,
Lines set, battle, hesitation down
to none,
Die caste, set to death, leaving
nothing undone.

No game, this is life, bringing the
fight at every turn,
Declaring war, locked and loaded,
ready to watch the whole
thing burn.

No survival, just the goal, strategist
at peace and moving as a
whole,
Cohesive in heart and mind, reaction
on a twitch, still as death down to
bone and soul.

Presence in the moment flowing
straight and true,
Ready on a flinch to run it
right through...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
08/22/2013.

For Glory Jane.

Baby bird don't cry another
tear,
Never fear, Daddy's gonna
make it right,
Whatever's the matter little
dear,
Daddy's gonna tuck you
in at night,

Whatever fear tugs that
fear,
Daddy's gonna make it
go away,

Whatever interrupts
that smile,
Daddy's gonna walk
another mile,

Just to wake another
day,
Whatever it takes
just to see that
smile,

Princess, Daddy loves
you so damn
much,
Not a moment that don't
go by that Daddy don't
miss your little touch...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
08/20/2013

Waves Toward Home.

Somewhere forgotten in
the trebble of life,
Lost, begotten, under
another knife,

Which way to the nearest
road?
Which way to that lost
abode?

Distant, those eyes, seeking
that lost thundering
tide,
Beneath the waves, just
another ride,

Crimson swirls in endless
worlds,
Scattered in waking
foam,
Head in headless, lost
in deathless,
Where they may roam,

Somewhere distant, in
one instant,
Just some place to
call home...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
08/20/2013

Battle of Soldiers.

I'm running with anger, so full of danger
I'm running from time, due by some crime
My life is a mess, so full of stress
While drinking beer, I feel the fear
If i die at least I try, I will not cry
do as I must, who can i trust
if not you, then who is true
as I run I must have fun, Otherwise I am done.

iam a soldier for the streets,
i never miss a beat....
i believe in whats true,
i give all in what i can do....
i remember why iam here,
and its definetly not fear....
its to remember why your here.....
i live for my life,and family,
dont try me,i got real love definetly.....
i was born a mccarty,always a party...
but whats close to me most,i keep in my heart,
dont think twice,you were  done from the start............

Declare war from the heart a true
strategist worlds apart,
Street beats understood, distance
glaring under a hood,
Tread there never a care,
Whatever comes, on top I
fare,
Idealized on the corner, but
realized on the border....
An edge away, the lines are
gray,
No thought, just action, so
goes the way...

A Soldiers job is never done, though we travel and have some fun
Our aim is true and never see the blue, until it all comes true
The time is great and feelings relate, the mood is blue and thought's are true
you seek to retreat when your feet get fleet, but remember a Soldiers job is never done
So while we have fun in the summer sun, the enemy's always on the run
sleep tight knowing I fight to make it right, and hold your panties tight.


the war of ptsd is far from over,
but i gurantee iam your four leafe clover...
its not he luck you need on the floor,
its the heart you carry forever....
its your heart that gives you adrenaline,
never forget what your walking in.....
it will be the first,maybe the last,
but atleast you know,your not coming in last....
attitude is everything,dont forget,
dont go home with a single regret....
know your job is never done
until ypour home with your loved ones......

Contact in contract, life is
what life does,
Presence lost in ever grasped,
forgotten what it ever
was,
Four leafe clover or is it
just over?
Last laugh in the last verse,
forgetting last what once
came first,
Life done, but life again,
Lost in halls in search
of the sane...
-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman, Jay McCarty, and R.K. McCarty

08/17/2013

Teacher and Father.

From the streets to the
yard,
Backing you up ain't
so hard,

Little voices in constant
question,
So open and free to
every suggestion,

Back up, they're mine!
Influence? No! Just
stand the
line!

Two shots for
interference,
Dad's my name, how's
that for adherence?

Its' a war for their
souls bitch,
Guaranteed you're
in the ditch,

Warrior I am, so mess
if you dare,
Step up and step hard, see
how well you'll
fare,

Fuck your influence
and just walk the
line,
Morals and integrity,
their minds are
mine...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
08/17/2013

Social Breakdown.

Lesson to the right, but
only to the right,
Contact, retract, then
there's a fight,

Left wing laughter
in wake of all the
blight,
Contact, retract, then
there's a fight,

Fair in equality, nothing
but conceptuality,
Lost in ignorance and
tyranny,

Moral codes traded
for trending
popularity,
Constant exchange in
polarity,
Selling souls for
'clarity.'

In essence nothing but
debauchery,
Just to feed the
'staunchery.'
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
08/17/2013

Recht 2..3..4.

War declared on that
peace within,
Onward, forward, yet to
the right again,

Growth in conflict
to segregate and
separate,
Know thyself and
differentiate,

Open-minded ignorance
speaking peace and
variety,
True state in chaotic
harmony,

Set against that fascist
within,
Onward, forward, yet to
the right again,

declaration, independence,
motion toward separation,
Not this, not that, set
against the integration,

Conceptual tease, to
the left appease?
Never again, all out
War within,

Strategic piece, set
against peace,
Tranquility in conflict
set toward release,

Lines drawn, the march
is on,
Three moves ahead in a
War never won...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
08/17/2013

Hole made Whole.

Great, now and again, but
mostly just so so,
Life, whatever that means,
whichever way I
flow,

Down and out, but not
Down with a frown,
Emotional storm, though
I may slowly drown,
Just another little
clown,

In the end, didn't fight
hard enough,
Know right now, should
have had tougher stuff,
But now and again, its'
just had enough,

Lost in the throws, yearning
for a hug,
Knowing always, I miss my
Lady Bug...
-END-
(C) D. C. Chapman
08/17/2013

Deconstruction.

Destroy whats' left, persona;
The mask is removed,
Crack in the shell, amnesia;
Nothing accomplished, nothing
proved,

Internal fault line burst into
shakes;
Illusion broken, bruised and
torn,
Dissatisfied the masters, thrown
to the snakes;
Bitter, tired, and worn,

Missiles to the soul;
Reckless abandon, nothing left
but hope,
Hollow out the hole;
Twitching in the dark with
nowhere to grope...
-END-
(C) Acharya Kalicitta (D.C. Chapman)
08/08/2013

The Other Shore.

Waves ridden, storm away;
Distant shores on some other
day,

Never mind in minded haze;
riding straight into the
blaze,

Careless, free, all the way
down;
Laughter, driven, in turmoil
drown,

Swan song in turbulence;
Goodbye to radiance,

Downward spiral straight
to the core;
So long, for now, unto the
other shore...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
08/08/2013

Spineless (Waste of Space).

To the guiltless, the gutless,

the spineless hiding in plain

sight, 

Don't walk the way if you

won't stand and fight,

Piece by piece declaring

slaughter not

war, 

Removal from breath, exterminate

the life sore, 

Waste of space, not worth

the effort to displace, 

So tuck that tale and leave

in disgrace, 

Never seemed to matter

anyway, 

Just another moment in

another day, 

Isn't that the spineless

way?

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

07/20/2013

Head Check.

So an asshole I am, really? For
giving a God Damn?
Or was it the fact that I could
see through the smoke screens and
called it a sham?

For listening to the little voice,
the one that matters and making
a choice?
Every day, to work and work,
toil that life away,
While you're out there with your
candy playing all day.

Was it because I came when you
called?
Or was it that I walked instead
of crawled?
Was it that I said I cared or that
I proved it in action instead
of word?

That I won't back down and
grovel, ignoring what's seen and
heard?
Don't be absurd, a spine is a
spine and I know perfectly well
just how to use mine.

So if an asshole is what I am,
then that is what it takes,
To call out your tweaking and twitching,
to bring to light the source of
your shakes,
To speak the truth and keep at
bay all the leeches and snakes.

In the end I pay my dues and
walk the talk,
So an asshole I am, but made
from different stalk...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
07/20/2013

The Denial Mechanism.

Narcotic psychosis driving
every word,
The inability to reason revealing
the absurd,

Those defenses never change,
Denial, attack, like a dog that
barks when sufficiently out of
range,
Just the same old exchange in
the wake of truth in
revelation,

You and your compulsion, your
constant agitation,
Denying just to deny because you
think it hides the truth,

In truth, your lost amid broken
chimes, voices in your head,
Ruining your body and sending your
mind back to its' youth,

Deny all you like, word is already
out and has been for a some
time,
The farther you fall, the higher
you have to climb...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
07/20/2013

Uncontroversy.

Controversy carries no
weight in the age
of controversial debauchery,
The dumbed down days of
teeny boppin' frenzy,
That's so damn trendy,
Switched up and tripped up
where everything's a symbol,
Its' all conceptual and
interchangeable,

No morals, no lines, just
sticky animalistic simplistic
insanity,
Childish, no humanity, just
plain infantile profanity,

So change it up because
that's the norm,
Gender, race, sex, creed,
just conceptual form,
Defeating counter culture
with meaningless
reform...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
7/10/2013

Must Be So Nice.

Must be so nice to be
so you,
To be so pure and be
so true,

Must be so nice to be
so neat,
To act so innocent, so
perfect and sweet,

So write it off like you're
never wrong,
Act like the victim; play
at being strong,

Point out faults, jab that
finger deep,
Must be so nice, whatever
helps you sleep...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
07/10/2013

Depth Charge.

Faded, worn into the
dirt,
Eyes hollow, speaking
volumes that always seem
to hurt,

What wears the act is
just not you,
All over the place, yet
nothing seen through,

Spirited away in a cage
deep inside,
Shamed, but yearning, though
the thing seeks to hide,

The thing, that nasty thing,
Actions, twitches on a puppet
string,
Not you, not true, seen in
those eyes,
Hollow screams cannot hide
those twisted painful
cries,

Hold on tight, you'll fall
no more,
If you're going down, then
we both hit the floor,

Your root, your branch,
take a stance against the
dark,
Hold you up, pull you up,
reignite that spark,

Tensions relaxed, back on
track as we breathe life
anew,
No need for fear, wipe away
that tear,
We're going straight back
to you,

Cut that string, get rid
of that thing,
Sever the connection to
your very inner being...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 06/19/2013

Flame (Where did your Soul Go?)

Reflected through eyes, but
mindless killed her
soul,
Distant, dead, walking zombie
in unnatural attire,
Hole, searching, deathless,
far away from that
fire,

Empty, broken, disquiet
yearning,
Though the body and face
are there, unfamiliar glowing,
stomach churning,
Burning bitter, embattled,
Reaching for that
soul,

Grasping once again to be
whole with pieces,
Seeking the dead, but hard
when the face is corrupt,
Creases, beauty faded, lost
in familiarity of what
once was,

Not dead, but dead, in
night the dread that darkness
plays the puppeteer,
Fearing that decay that became
her, yearning to hold
her near,
But heartless is the beast that
wears her,
Disrupting, corrupting what
once was clear...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
5/12/2013

Moments.

Silence, alone, speechless,
overcome by ghosts,
Reliance, none, defenseless
against the internal
hosts,

Wordless, alone, please
leave me be,
Mindful depression, dampened,
thoughts assaulting endlessly,

Breaking down the broken,
one more step,
Held in place, wordless, against
the doorstep,

Penned, but unspoken, downcast
and drown out,
In the grips of Hell, no voice to
outcry, no will to scream or
shout...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
5/11/2013

Against the Flow.

Catatonic vibration,

endless reverberation, 

enchanted sour, soulless

station, 

Embattled and bitter, but

the sword won't 

fall, 

Eyes locked, horizon fixed,

open arms to welcome

it all. 

Soaked, crimson, entrenched,

battered yet unchained, 

Awake in rage, wild, wicked, and

maliciously untamed.

Entranced, enhanced, limitless

to the bitter end, 

Flowing with death, against the

stream, against the dream,

Demolishing this soulless trend,

This mind will never bend,

This soul will never blend,

Fuck your trend... 

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

5/11/2013

Battle Thelema.

There, in your place,
assuming that stance, wearing
your face,
Gone, erased, without a
trace,
To the open, an ocean, endless
Mind,
Spirit, unbind, will extended,
projected to the
blind,
Weak, shattered, whatever
was standing there,
No worries, don't care, that
Spirit takes, in its' place,
Wearing that face, projected
will upon defeat, turn in
shame and disgrace,
Calm, unmoved, only this
hand,
Do what thou will and leave
that face in the sand...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
5/2/2013

Death Dance.

Depths unknown, vector
unchanged,
Ground cover blown,
image rearranged,

Blatant in the dark,
resurrection, aflame,
focal spark,
Insurrection inside, mind
numbing and stark,

Raving and rambling, distant
craving, gambling,
Away to that other end
unknown,
Faceless, shown, nameless,
its' in the bone,

Keep it moving, but proving
nothing,
Endless flames, praying,
soothing, burn the
temple down,

Warrior set ablaze, in death,
radiant, its' crown,
Slow death, in ideology,
drown...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
05/02/2013

Fatherhood.

Crying shameful, stabbing

deep, 

Twisting the blade, unable

to sleep, 

Pray to God don't let me

weep...

Judgment, harsh, lingering

pain, 

Those little eyes that kept

me sane, 

Broken shards as it feeds

the pain...

Treasure still, they'll never

know why, 

Alone, reality, take my shame

and die, 

Cradled by nothing, knees

to face, I cry... 

Worked til I bled, facing

down the storm, 

A billion they swarm, but

its' the small things that

kill, 

Taken by surprise, alone

to swallow this bitter

pill... 

Weeping silent, alone, 

sitting still...

No friends, no family, no

eyes upon the tragedy,

None to witness that sacrifice,

Just judgment of their Mom's

device... 

Perhaps its' all I deserve,

A space in hell held on special

reserve,

Good intentions as they say, 

Forward, prolonged, and lead

the way,

Spread the word of my own

decay,

No longer the source of their

shame and dismay...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

04/30/2013

Placement.

That one, just one, severed
in two, now there's
none,
Transient, on the run, missed
that one, yearning to
be done.

Nevere missed more, in its'
place and empty sore,
Hurt so bad, straight to the
floor.

Never again, forever to
remain,
Unopened, bitter, battered,
and drained,
Never another, left
unchained.

Always and forever, you're
always there,
Never another, that spot,
right there,
Only there do I care... That's
yours and yours alone.
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
04/18/2013

Utopia Burned.

Lots of shoulda, coulda,
woulda's...

Ever after, lost in flame,
embers stoked, fed
in blame,
Made lame and swallowed
by the game,

Sour patches, light the
matches, douse it
all in gasoline,
Lifeless, breathless, blackened
lungs, mortally cleaved and
completely unseen,

Char-broiled fade
away,
Cast down, bitter dismay,
victim of this violent
play,
Shaped of clay, all used
up and thrown away...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
4/9/2013

Alone.

Swallowed by the ringing
ties in lies planted deep
inside,

Alone, felt, even in
the presence,
Lost in nothing, zero soul,
translucent essence,

Feeling down, frown,
upon the face of a
clown,
Zero tolerance, just
drown,

Lost in nothing, zero
soul,
Translucent essence,
Alone, even in your
presence,

Fucked off and lost
in the darkness,
Folded in, distant, and
sparkless,
Cutting away to end that
misery, let loose this
fucking harness...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
4/7/2013

Display.

Common, not so, sense
in senseless matters,
Defenseless, mind in
mindless shatters,
To the winds, in pains,
it scatters,

Left field, from whence
whatever came,
Words, meanings, clear,
for shame,
Head's not in the game,

Whatever means, into the
foray,
Dragging, kicking, screaming,
sightless display,
How they love to play...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
04/04/2013

Internal Blitzkrieg.

Sever the hook, cut the line,

sink the sinker, 

Destroy the roof, burn the walls, 

kill the thinker, 

Just another blinker on the

downside against it

all, 

Flipside up, but neither up

nor down, silence the voice before

it sounds the call. 

Drown the clown that thinks

its' something more, 

Demand, but what demands? Feeling

that pain of an open sore,

Constant, the jagged self cuts deep

to the core.

Shatter the pillars of the endless

lie, 

Stare down the program and will

it all to die, 

Will the house to the ground and

set the gazeless to the sky.

True beneath what only runs skin

deep, 

Bloodless wheeping but nothing left

to keep, 

Silent, spoken, no longer broken, a

wolf to herd the sheep...Go back to

sleep.

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

3/30/2013

Crimson.

Spaces near, scattered,
clear,
Round-a-bout, sneer,
tempting fear,

Pricks the needle, surfacing,
Adrenal gland engage,
racing,
Tracing, pounding, chasing,

Shot, undone, Latent one,
Sever focus, trashed, they
run,
Which way up, it was
done,

Ashes and blood, skin
broken, crimson
flood,
Life's infused adamant, beauty
in the mud,

Pain, framed in mind, frame
of mind stained,
Strain, alive in a blink of
death, difference trained,

Beneath the surface, flowing,
pumping purpose in crimson
flood,
Pricked, spaces near, scattered
clear, just blood...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
3/30/2013

Joining.

Treasure, but what
measure?
Coming and going, fleeting
pleasure,
But what measure?

Crown dislodged within,
Twitch, the throws, in death
again,
At least it knows, but grows
the pain.

But what measure? Seeking
lost treasure,
Rising and falling, fleeting
pleasure,
But what's the measure?

Sit alone and let the vultures
come,
Life, viral, truth escaping
some,
Let the vultures come.

Picking clean that bit of
the gate,
No entry, no escape, just
fate,
Through destruction the
fates create.

Constant, the only, in
change,
Just the same, just
rearrange,
Picking clean, released from
the cage.

But what measure? Seeking
dislocation from pleasure,
No need to seek the treasure...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
3/13/2013

Kalachakra.

Hurt, pain, lost,
insane,
Words, powerless?
Lost to craving, moving
back,
But stack against the
odds,
Demons and Gods make-shift
with their rods,
Prodding, poking, stoking
the flames,
In the center, given no
names,
Welcoming their aims, smiling,
never again playing their
games,
Tempted, but thirst no
more,
Battle worn, but no longer
sore,
Forgive, old friend, no
settling the score,
Seen, every visit, clean
and centered,
Whole, never again splintered,
Craving, gone, saving, won,
Dedicated to all,
Nothing to lift up, no one
to fall,
Uncovered, unfettered,
just a passing cloud,
Grounded in silence, so silent
its' loud,
Deafened legions of unsettled
mind,
Healing the suffering, giving
sight to the blind,
No one is left behind...
-Namaste-
(C) D.C. Chapman
03/11/2013

Prajna.

In, out, up, down,
senses open, undercurrent
drown,
Unshaken diamond core,
untouched, unshaped by
rising periodic score.
Face of the sore upon the
faceless,
Empty, rising, up, down,
senses open, undercurrent,
it doesn't drown,
Gone, three times, and
three times more,
Unshaken, somewhere in
the core,
Unfazed, it moves no
more,
Faceless score, but
scoreless,
More or less, neither,
Not one, not two,
neither not one nor not
two,
Just me and you, shaping and
fading, but the shapeless,
nameless, changeless,
Motionless, motion, no pain,
nothing to gain,
Nothing to lose, no need
to choose,
No eye, no cry, no lie, straight
and true til the falsified die...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
03/11/2013

Anatta.

Not eye, that sensual
lie,
Empty, Self nowhere,
Somewhere? Over
there?
Not conducive, just
eight then fold,
forth and bold, but
moving not ahead,
Burning magnification
til the ant is dead,
Ignore not, methodical,
periodical,
Impossible? Logical?
Reason toward the
death of reason,
Maybe some other
season,
From the mid point,
the mid path,
There is no 'me' out
there,
Distant seeking what is
already found, lost
somewhere without
a sound,
Deep goes the ground...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
03/11/2013

Jhana.

Crept, unkempt, shape

in regress,

Progress, unstable, changing

the table, 

Settled eye, I see you, 

Anger passes completely

through, 

Fear, once lodged, dislodged,

the bullet, never dodged, 

Accepted with a smile, walk

a mile feels less than

an inch, 

Flinch? Dare you, make 

me, 

Minds eye, settled, no

horizon, this horizon,

free...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

03/11/2013

Absence.

Subway, dancing flames,
joking ecstatic, lost
in games,
But what remains?

No more walking, no
more talking,
laid up, there, that
sickness stalking,

But smiling, that face,
still, staring death
cold,
Lasting humor, spirit
bold,

No more walking,
no more talking,
laid up, its' not the
same,
No more game, just
missing and its' not
the same,

Coloring book in
stained glass,
Far too much time just
passed,
That empty space in
a nameless place,

Missing that face...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
02/27/2013

Round-A-Bout.

What if I really got what
I gave?
What if I was actually
worth the fucking
save?

What if I was a
priority?
What if I was worth more
than opinion and
majority?

What if there was more
than point of
view?
What if it really was worth
it to make one out
of two?

What if there was such
a thing as love in
return?
What if it wasn't one way?
What if it didn't have to
ache and burn?

What if it was an easy
choice?
What if it was more than
an opinionated
voice?

What if you loved me as
much as I loved you?
What if I wasn't just a choice
and the yearning burned you
too?

Instead of this runaround,
This heartache that runs so many
into the ground,
What if it were not about what
you are, but who you're
with?
Instead of the constant
turnaround?
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
2/26/2013

Emotive.

Trudging further, trudged too
far,
Nearly there, but somehow
sub par,

Missed the mark? No, but
the mark doesn't miss
me,
Just convenient? Maybe.

Damned up one side and
down the other,
Not that type, seek not
to smother.
Just the same as any other?
No!

Hell is no stranger here,
Searing, burning, but yearning
to hold you near,
Whatever, whichever, up
becomes down,
Punch-line to the face, but
won't be the clown,
Don't care if I drown, won't
wear a frown.

Not the option, nor the choice,
Just miss that face, and miss
that voice...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
2/25/2013

Yearning Backward.

Away and heavy, head hung
low,
Arms lay empty, but not in
the heart,
Though back to the snow, yet
never to part.

Not thinking of the wind and
sea spray,
The clouds, the rain to wash that
yearning away,
Days feel like weeks, and months
dragged away,
Planning a way back, but it can't
be today.

Yearning for soft embrace, in that
moment, in that
place,
Instantly gone, missing that face,
Gone in a blink, too fast a pace.
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
2/24/2013

Stranded in Zero.

Burning forever in absolute
zero,
Keeping myself away, alive
through your apathy,
Wasted, tempted, but severed,
its' viral,

Accosted mind in stranded
time,
Wasting moments, an unsung
crime,

Burning forever in absolute
zero,
Keeping myself away, alive
through your apathy,

Whatever, whichever, wherever
they go,
Stranded in time, forever not
it knows...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
2/23/2012

Family Matters.

Mom ditched dad to
feed the fix she
had,
Made the state mad,
blamed it on
Dad,
Not the Doctors or
the Pills,
Nor popular trends
promoting amoral
thrills.

What's wrong with
these kids
today?
Its' fucking obvious
wouldn't you
say?
With Daddy out of
the way?
With Mommy out to
play?
No Man to define and
guide the Men?
Mommy's drunk, high
and whoring again?
Fucking everything that
twitches again?
Not a care if its' women
or men??
So what's wrong with
these kids again?

Not simplified or
denied,
But inside the Children
cried and a little
piece of Daddy
died.
Morals shattered, family
broken,
Bitter from the lies spoken,
the promises broken.

But love is still
there,
At least inside
somewhere,
At least one of us
still finds reason
to care,
Even though Daddy's
not always there...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
02/12/2013

Hate Poetry.

Fuck the the written, fuck
the rhyme,
Fuck the beat, and fuck being
in time,

Fuck the poem, fuck it
all,
Fuck the flow, smash my
head against a
wall,

Let it all fall,

Hate the paper, hate the
pen,
Find it here again and
again,

Hate it to the
very end,

Get it out of this head,
get it out before it all
goes dead,
Seeing shades of red,
straight to the
head,

Get it out before it all
goes dead,

Just fuck it, hate it
and all that was
said...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
2/10/2013

Zero.

Caged in ragged, jagged
thoughts,
An edge, like razor, but
all is for naught...

Last in line, but keeping
alive,
Distance, pained, in step,
but does it jive?

Last, but not least, in
word and form,
late to the feast, just
in time to meet
the beast...

Conscious and stained,
reeling and pained,
Distant and shamed...

Keeping it all alive, but
does it ever really
jive?
Give it to the count of
five...

Strange, but the range is
unclear,
Distant again, but oh so
near...

Watered down, stitches,
Somewhere inside, twitches,
Aspects and Archetypes,
snitches...

At war in there, that self
somewhere,
Rolling and laughing without
a damn care,
Just waiting for the next
big snare...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
2/10/2013

Popular Trends (Devolved at Birth).

Anti concept, anti choice,
anti idea, and anti
voice,
Anti self, and anti
soul,
Anti self-sealing empty
hole.

Hated, destruction, chaos
relished,
Embellished not, in absolute
whatever,
Polar opposed, significant
portions,
Transient in thought, imaginate
absorbtions.

Open wide the mind, closed, wide,
deaf, dumb, and blind,
Aggression and base, extensive
in the chase,
To destruction of the imaginate,
At the entrance, there is
no gate.

The same line repetative, fed the
imperative,
Seggregate and double-think,
Lost the mind, shattered and
stuck on repeat.

Brand names and accepted
shames,
Bright glowing, the box says
its' okay,
Lost in essence, never once
yours, zombified by whatever
they play... Everything they say...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
2/6/2013

-Untitled-

Whincing at the turn,
somewhere in between,
Numb beneath the
burn,
Noticably unseen, unkempt,
unclean,
Beneath the surface...

Reflected Dark.

Upside down, flipped
around, scrambled,
Old ties broken, battered,
bruised,
In places so violent; chained
and abused,

Mind molded, but unknown,
ignorance is the
muse,
Whichever, whatever; illegible,
intelligable misuse,

Digging deeper, but without
a choice,
No thought original, owned,
branded, molding the
voice,

At odds within, struggle
without,
Induced happiness to
hide the drought,

On and on in doublespeak,
Triple think, and quadruple
peak,
Morals, shoes unworn, but
often spoken,
Saying one thing, doing another,
until the soul is
broken...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
2/2/2013

Motion.

Loving, adored, strange
inner smile,
Stretched back a mile to
that first of firsts,
Stabbing thirst, it yearns
inside,
Burns in the onset of
that emotive
tide,
What you do, unclear, but
moved the unmoved,
Removed that outer shell,
lighting and warming
that inner chill,
Spilling out to none, but
that first of firsts,
Thirst, yearning to quench
in every way and form,
But burning, flooding, this
emotive storm...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
01/31/2013

Blemish.

Read between the lines
and break out the
box,
Smashin' the drum with
a handful of rocks,

No beat, eaten, reachin'
that other thing that
comes this way,
Patch in the mud, untread,
but tread whichever way
it wants,

Haunts those curves and
crevices unseen,
Keen, this thing, shattering
glass,
Sure, I'll bite, but does
it pass?

Neural in essence, twitch,
in tender stitch toward
the other end,
Whichever way does it
want to bend?

Following no one's trend...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/31/2013

Lost.

Crest peaking over
the horizon;
Much too far out
there.

Silent, the wave
burns that horizon;
Much too far out
there to care.

Kuan Yin's compassionate
gaze pierces through
that haze,
More than slightly, lightly
in a daze.

Hit the crest and over
the other side;
Much too taken, holding
on for the ride.

Lost, that soul, burning
in the sun;
Burning, yearning, and ever
on the run...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/27/2013

Distorted.

Distance shortened,
but lengthened
still,
Ruined, bottle, transluscent,
they spill,

Jumbled microscopic,
chemical overload,
Uncertainty, transparency,
in attack mode,

Flip the switch to
the other side,
No reaching, can't reach,
hang on, they go for
a ride,

Back and forth in a
turbulent sea,
Rotations, induced, chained
in illusions so free,

No words where thought
says spoken,
Lives, wasted, battered,
broken,

Jumbled neurons, the
synapse entwined,
Nerves misfire, they've
hijacked the mind,

Kisses forgotten, and
misses replaced,
Lost in the halls, reality
misplaced,

Save a voice, somewhere,
down there,
'I'm over here, and I really
do care.'
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/27/2013

Notes From Purgatory.

Faith? In what? Impossible
odds, bad tidings 'round
every turn,
Dead set to watch me
burn.

Own up, but they won't,
though decisions don't make
themselves,
Turned the other way, cut
it up, place it on different
shelves.

Collecting dust, so they
can move on, in limbo
sitting still,
No forward, no backward,
just tears, fears, and a
useless amount of
will.

No way out but through
the dark,
Stark raving, but together
somewhere,
This bite is worse than its'
bark.

Heart to heart, torn apart
by left over things that
should not have been,
Tear it out, cut it up, but
it digs deeper within.

Worthless, helpless, just
help, but the words do
not form,
None forthcoming, left
alone to brave that
storm...

-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/26/2013

Inward Revolution.

Dispensible, disposable, long
reign the fallen king,
Drown in fear, what comes near,
in fear of that inner breathing
thing,

Just a wing on the cusp of
IT,
Way out, onward, nowhere,
just another way to
split,

Dispensible, disposable,
long reign that forgotten
one,
That long lost irradiated
dispicable son,

Ape in the eye of God,
survived the violent turbulent
evolution,
Revolution against that
disposable thing, toward some
debated solution,

Hit in the eye, blackened,
recourse without a
back end,
That twitchy stitchy wounded
hole,

Ever radiant, that neglected
soul...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/25/2013

Apprehensive.

Apprehension says it
best,
Maybe its real, or just
another test??

Opportunities as time
moves backward,
Yet difficulties as time
moves forward,

Which way up and
which way down?
Severed ties crowd and
drown,

But lost and found
guiding the
way,
Whatever could have
been, making for
another day,

Standing alone in
disarray...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/24/2013

Riot.

Riot in mind and its'
easier to hate,
But hate in the long
run doesn't change
fate,
Smile all it likes it
doesn't smile
here,
Holding tight to
dreams long loved, but
never to hold them
near.

Riot in heart as it
beats against the
grain,
Marching to that open
door and break
away the chain.

Riot in the soul and
its' empty hollow
hole,
To fill it with what once
shone bright and finally
be made whole...
-END-
(C) D. C. Chapman
1/22/2013

Misleading Words.

Remember? I can
never forget,
That first kiss in that
tent,
Summer nights with
no regret.

That game was lame,
but the company was
perfection,
Days and days, an
hour ad infinitum.

Lost that time somewhere
down the line,
Words lead astray, lonely,
night and day,
Lost my way, no more
Summer day laying in cold
nights' dismay... Without you...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/22/2013

Moments.

A perfect moment in a
perfect place,
Made perfect only by one
perfect face,

Ice and snow, gone in a
short embrace,
But long, forever, that's held
within,
Feeling, soft, flowing, lived
again and again,

If only, if ever, but then it
was gone,
Head high, smiling wide as
though the day were
won,

Right then, and right now,
always perfect, that
moment, that
now,
Over and over, living
there somehow...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/16/2013

Spider Webbed Glass.

Paces, keep in step,

traces, mind the

gap, 

Lost, in figurative, 

at least imaginative, ever

in place, such

a sap...

But eyes for one, seeing

none, 

Forever torn, incomplete

and in retreat, 

Maybe, but maybe is

a gamble, 

Ramble on, shamble, 

tattered by the

self... Trample. 

Whatever, like a stone

alone, stuck at the

fork... No road.

Bodes the same in

either case, 

Alone, nary a mark

like that again, 

So, to sit, and here

remain...

Mind the gap, press

and step in line, 

Fine, though time proves

otherwise, wise? Not

at all, 

Far did I fall... Won't 

make that climb, 

Not this time... Besides

pained heart, the head

hurts, falling apart...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

1/14/2013