Culmination
Chris has never been the most verbose, often quiet, some might say shy…
In this gallery you will find a rare and raw selection of writings with accompanying imagery by Chris durning a particularly turbulent part of his life.
The Void
As it all rushes past
Life, fleeting, a blur
I stare into the void
All that is left.
The darkness, The unknown
A feeling, bereft
These blurs they streak past.
Colour rich, beautiful, and bleak.
The void becomes focus
Waiting for light to appear
The void becomes existence
Until we escape from here Confilct
Conflict, deep within
Bubbling to the surface
Unsure how to win
I. Am conflict.
Which way to decide?
It makes us human
Part of being alive
I am. Conflicted .
Afraid to let go
No way to avoid it
This we all know
Move to resolution
In the fight to survive
Internal revolution
Are we truly alive?
Constantly I battled
To keep what was, alive
The realisation
Paths that must divide
A move to wards the future
Chins held skyward
Heads full of pride
Conflict is humanity
In our process, we survive
Within the conflict, we thrive
Clarity
Clarity. A space made within
Identifying what matters
- A modern day sin?
To be so selfish, our focus turning in
We take one task at a time
No need to scatter thoughts
Be in the present
- Thats what we are taught
A search to find our clarity
New things we must try
To find that which is important
Before we all must die
Our thoughts, feelings, and emotions
All sent in separate ways
Looking for our clarity
Searching. Months, weeks, and days
Progress comes slowly
And sometimes can fade
In the end it is all worth it
As clarity comes and staysTransition
Transition,
Moving from one state to another
An adaptation?
To alter our condition
Transition builds us,
Transcends us.
Converts our adjustment,
Shifts our vicissitudes
These changes come, always.
To be embraced in many ways
Forcing us forwards, on to better days
Altering our position in this murky haze
A development, but not an end
An evolution we must defend
We move, and learn, from the past
The progression building so that we may last
The things that come before the change
A fight for clarity, through months, weeks and days
The leap we take though may be blind
The fear of what we leave behind
Transition comes to alter our path
The flux, a shift, progressions blast.
Transition comes so we may grow
A transformation of what we did know