To all you wonderful women, who took the time to wipe our noses and our tears, and our little behinds   We don't often enough tell you how deeply we care for you, and sometimes when we're young enough. all you hear is our crying, tugging, and screaming, as we pretty much make your lives impossible to live without pulling out most of your hair. Then when we grow up and become husbands, we aren't grateful enough for all you do to make life work out right, and the peace and love you bring.

Todays yours and We Love YOU! and we could never make it without you. Thank you for all you do, and put up with. Thank you for being there when we need you, because we do NEED YOU. There will be a special reward for all of you one day, I'm sure of it. Blessings, and peace if only for a moment to all of you out there. It's you that makes home, HOME.

Chris

I wish I could forget

I wish I didn't remember

I wish face down wasn't so cold in November

I wish ice didn't look so pretty in your eyebrows

I wish I didn't know what it looks like when your breath freezes and beats you to the ground.

I wish I could say waking up , instead of coming to

I wish I had never known you

I wish love was something you could make go away

I wish one, just one would stay

I wish life didn't hurt so bad everyday

Sometimes I wish it would all go away

I wish there were answers that really worked

I wish there was a place you could tell the truth

I wish the price wasn't so high

I wish life wasn't such a lie

I wish there was such a thing as love

I wish life wasn't a crushing iron glove

I wish I couldn't see all the spots around me

I wish I just didn't know

I wish I couldn't hear the sounds of the crushing blow

I wish eyes would go away

I wish it was night instead of day

I wish the darkness would hide it all

I wish it were done, that's all.

Chris

With Sultry eyes of Gold and green, Sin once called my name, Then in my ear whispered..... we both are the same...... wild and electric, all through the night, two bodies left trembling .... a magnificent sight. I, Entwinde, Entermingled, becoming just one, the battle raged on till the dawning sun. We both knew the answer, we'd both heard the call..... of  wildness within..... of passion forestalled. So we both went our way  with that memory intact.... and the knowledge within us ...... we'd one day come back..... wonderful...... wonderful ..... always wonderful

Chris

 I learned the "Cold, Hard, Truth" many years ago. I hope I've changed for the better.

Chris

Seeking a friend for

The End Of The World

Chris

"I have a dream,..... Free at last, free at last, praise God Almighty Free At Last !" 
I heard a shot ring out, a shot heard 'round the world..... They Silenced your voice. They could not silence your echo. Truth whispered into a childs heart never dies, it spreads. I saw the flicker of flames on clouds in the night skies, and I heard the sounds of guns, and the cries of a people. That cannot be denied. A war zone in our own country, and no place to hide. Today I can look and see the wound which still bleeds. The answer is Love. The one thing which makes me your brother, Love that cannot be denied.

Sometimes I feel like a Motherless child, a long way from home.....

Freedom

Freedom

Freedom

Christopher Brent

"Free at last, free at last, Praise God Almighty .... FREE AT LAST ! "

P.S. This one is personal. as a boy I grew up on the southside of Chicago, in Joliet, very close to the old Illinois state prison. Being white/ American Indian, I was the 2% minority in a school which was full of gangs , long before most of America knew what true gangs were about. I was in school when JFK was assassinated. I was living there when Martin Luther King Jr. was Assassinated in Memphis. I heard the Anger when my favorite boxer, Cassius Clay, changed his name to Muhhamed Ali and refused to sign for the draft. I remember the riots, and the city burning. I remember the curfews, and neighbors being shot. I remember being told to lay in the floor of our old Chrysler so the snipers sitting on top of roofs couldn't see us and use us as target practice. I remember being caught in the middle of a riot, and they started rocking our car, and tried to turn our car over with us in it, as my dad hit the gas and drove us to saftey. I remember days when if you didn't wear a certain color into school, you'd get your fingers or arm broken by the kids there. Nothing was done to stop that. I also remember what it was  like to drag a friend to saftey, to hold my friend as he begged me not to leave him alone. as he bled to death from what they called a "zip gun" , a home made gun that could kill.I remember when Richard Speck crept into 9 female nursing students rooms and brutaly murdered them all. It wasn't that long till Charles Manson and his band went on their murder spree, and killed so many and a young actress in California. Shortly after that My parents moved us away from most of the danger. There I learned to live in my own kind of hell where children bullyed you and made fun just because you sounded different..... I rememeber it all. I wish I could forget. ..... so I'm sorry if folks get tired of someone who constantly writes about love and hope, I have to have something to get me through. Love will always get us through...... through anything.

Oblivion

Into Oblivions arms, peaceful bliss, and eyes I could gaze into forever, in moments like this. Oblivion soft and sweet, urgent and alluring as the truth in a dream.

Forever I’d seek you, forever and a night. Deep into the darkness of the unknown I would delve, to hold your body tight. You come unbidden, and leave with open eyes.

We dance the dance of dreamers, of lovers in the night. I have seen the water glisten, like rainbows on your skin. Then lift you up and pull you close, to taste your lips again.

The sun wanes ever slowly, our bed a rumpled mess, tis heaven there beside me, and love your sweet caress. I’m lost, I know it’s hopeless, just a dream to me, and when I close my eyes, it’s always us I see.

My world is just a dream conceived by a machine. Life is nothing more than just another dream. We are both real, so much more than it seems. Repetition is the answer, escape the only way.

One day you will look up, our world all around, and look into my eyes. From loss to gain, the hope, your dream forever will arise.

Chris

Dreamers dream .... always

For best results turn volume on video down to about 1/3 volume, then turn on sound player for a reading  with music in background.

I look through my room , while my guitar gently weeps. And the war goes on, I guess happiness is a warm gun, but I blew my mind out in a car, and the strawberry fields went on forever, on the wing of a blackbird flying into the light of a dark dark eye. Storm clouds rising and the horizon is on the move. I heard a siren wailing something about a sailors groove. I fell into the sound, losing my solid ground as the world spun round and round, and the children all sang just this one thing, let Peace ring, let Peace ring so don't let me down, don't let me down. No one ever loved me like she loved me, and all you need is Love. It was a revolution with no resolution and the clarity left me in a fog, as I wondered through the 9's caught in the lines I stumbled and fell into her kaleidoscope eyes , so incredibly high, she said the Norwegian wood was good. I looked for a chair and there wasn't one anywhere so I laid down on the ground and the sky was all around.... Love is just a dream for fools such as those who believe.

Chris

Always and Forever

I believe in True Love

I also Believe in Happiness

There are lessons we can learn from the past. As we are supposedly doomed to repeat the failures of the past, maybe we can learn some lessons too, and make some things better.

Love is worth fighting for, Love is worth dieing for, Love is worth living for. A bad day in love is worth more than an eternity without Love.

Some things aren't worth fighting over, some things are worth fighting for.

The story he tells is a little blurry video wise but clears up at 1minute and 33 seconds. The song is beautiful and worth listening in my humble opinion. I hope you enjoy as did I.

Chris

May the love in your lives always fill you with hope and happiness, and comfort in times of sorrow.

What word on sweet breeze my heart doth hear.....caught in minds mist.....thus written here........

Wild Rose

Oh beautiful rose

Thou sunlight kissed

This broken heart

In morning mist

Sweet tender tear

Eyes gently shed

Your cheek caressed

with upheld head

Chris

the moon and stars shine bright the closer one gets