A Picture Of You Poem by Chris Townsend

Quite wanderings a cool calm blue,
I notice all these images, these pictures of you,
This concern this feeling in my brow,
I dont know if I should express all my wonderments, my feelings of now,
I know this language changes it moves me from here to there,
Makes me shift, makes me care,
Desires and dispairs these many monsters which sit by my side,
As I turn within my soul, this is a private domicile,
I smile when I think these years have taken me to this point,
As this little boy, this quiet little runt,
I feel crazy as this world spins me around,
I whisper to myself, no words to fill this sound,
I rise above, my private cloud where i sit,
I dont really wonder, I dont really care about it,
I touch the cool pool, my ripple to make,
This looks like I am making a statement, or am I hiding my mistakes,
Meandering brook, this water to the sea,
This bigger picture, this image of me,
I dont foresee, I dont make an image which you can touch,
All I do, I meander, this babbling little brook,
A journey takes us from here to there,
It takes the moment, this feeling to share,
This river, these words, all this torrent of fear,
All the images, obscure to clear,
Thank you lord for showning me the way,
I cant see the path, I havent got a clue what you say,
I know I have felt, my morales stand me up, my stand up prone,
But all these things challenge me, my away from home,
I pass my knowledge my children to learn,
From this great passage, my grave to turn,
History has a place, from where I truly came,
My current standing, my head bowed in shame,
This seems as though it should be a sad peom of life,
But frankly its just a babbling brook, a moment in time,
Ask me if I make a point, within this written prose,
You know the answer haha god only knows...