Christopher Muggridge

Sometimes I have thoughts.

Sometimes I post these thoughts on my website for you to read. Sometimes you read them. This is generally referred to as "Blogging", which should not be confused with "Flogging", an activity I do not perform for free. Unlike my Blogging.

June 15, 2017

We’re All Crazy

We're all crazy
You and me
those locked up
those running free
I can prove it
or lose it
even abuse it
but I can't hold me up
and you
you'd just let me drop
No blame
Nothing in a name
You do
what you do
I see
what I see
Everyone can be
all they can be
but not me
They can't be me
Maybe it's easier
If I just say yes
Give you one guess
Placate the rest
But then
Where's the fun in that?
Nowhere
Not from what I see
From where I stand
I stand
Not stoop
Jump for joy
Not through hoops
You may be here tomorrow
when I may need to borrow
A slim piece of sanity
But until then we
as I'm sure you'll agree
We
We're all crazy

June 15, 2017

Happier

"You sound happier these days," she said, and it made him wonder.

He flexed the muscles of his mind
Struggling hard to stretch the lines
To read between them, attempt to find
The truth to bring him peace

He found no peace, but a piece that was missing
Missing pieces are hard to find
One piece into two, a few into many
Counting up, up into nothing
And down into nothing he climbed

Funny how climbing can feel like falling
When your eyes see nothing but dark
Funny how the harder you push
The farther you fall
The louder your voice
The softer your call
And at the end of the day
When all’s said and done
The strength of your arms
Means nothing at all

"Not happier, just resigned," he replied.

June 15, 2017

The Hard Way

So many times have I been down
Down to the bottom of a barrel or another
Scraping the bottom to discover
My world flipped upside down

And I’m starting over

Thoughts that kept me spinning round
Round I searched for a friend to give cover
In vain I searched to discover
No shelter could be found

And I’m starting over

I’ve heard it said that when you fall
You need to make the climb again
Failure is failure
But only if you stay

So many times I’ve tried to call
To hear the line cut again
No one ever said that life was fair
But I’m learning that the hard way

So many things I’ve tried to change
Change what I could of what was around
All around but never inside me
Finding what matters and not who to blame

Sometimes the only way to move forward
Is to turn life around and begin again
To let go of the past and find a new way

But I’m learning that the hard way

June 15, 2017

The Lonely Road

Up from the bottom to the top he rose
A broken clown in kingly robes
He borrowed and stole but never owed
His sadness stained the lonely road

He hid with the hidden under the bed
Early to rise, on worms he fed
Never did what they did, but did what they said
Disappointed he tread the lonely road

Over the miles, the road would run
Over his dreams and then
As far as it ran, it twisted back again
From horizon to home the road would bend

Like the years of his life it fell away
Too far ahead to see, too far behind to care
Too wide to embrace, too narrow to share
It ran, it fell, it led him to despair

But always it rose
The road rose to meet him

June 15, 2017

Strong

True strength is not showing you can dominate
It's the knowing and then choosing to alleviate
Raising others up instead of holding them down
Pointing their eyes to the sky, instead of the ground
Knowing all the time you could break them
If you wanted to
If you chose to
If you were not so strong

June 15, 2017

Sometimes

I thrive on the motion of creation
Imagination driven interpretation
making chaotic circulation
through the pathways of my mind.
Please bring me wit with some taste
some peace amongst haste
and a little less girth
down 'round my waist.
Not all that glitters is gold
or who conquer are bold
or what's bought can be sold
but sometimes
just sometimes
what you can't see
you can hold.

June 15, 2017

Penny

In for a penny, in for a pound
pick up the penny you find on the ground,
a thought for your penny, now penny poor,
opportunity knocks just once on the door,
a penny saved is a penny earned, a lesson lived is a lesson learned,
a pretty penny measures the cost, a hesitation and you are lost,
penny-ante the value high,
plant your feet on the ground and your eyes on the sky.

June 15, 2017

Melancholy

Melancholy comes a-callin' and I
in folly
lowered lids and heavy heart
welcome it home to settle down
nest and burrow
in my chest
Melancholy by morning’s callin’ lies bare
Exposed
and less the part
so I bade it leave me
to not deceive me
fore it crushes tight my breast

June 15, 2017

Instructions for the Fallen

Climb to your feet when the weight pulls you down
Stand yourself straight as the world bends you round
As despair takes your heart, bears it high like a crown
Keep hold of your head to keep you aground.

Mark clearly your path with your tears and a chain
Forge each new link with your hammer and blame
Hold tight to your chest, or risk all that you gain
Never share secrets, be aware you’re insane.

Call back the night, every mare, moon and star
Labour through loss, carry hope in a jar
Drink deep the past, both the near and the far
Know all that you aren’t, will be less than you are.

And when all’s said and done, what you’ve done is your best
Swallow shame, lay your head, close your eyes, take your rest.

June 15, 2017

I’m Falling

Hills too high to climb, though the sun shines bright above
Space too large to fill, though it may be home to love
Path too long to travel, though you carry me in your arms

I'm falling down
I'm falling in
Too tired to reach
Too tired to stand
I'm falling

Weight too much to carry, though there's nothing on my back
Voice too quiet to hear, though I shout until I crack
Home's too far away, though I've never left the step

I'm falling down
I'm falling in
Too tired to reach
Too tired to stand
I'm falling

Never losing grip of what I never brought
Never letting go of what I never got
Melting in the moment, stumbling on the march
Fading though I'm focused, so heavy in my heart
Knowing there's more to what's been shown to me
I break, I cry, and still

I'm falling down
I'm falling in
Too tired to reach
Too tired to stand
I'm falling

I turn to face the outside,
and on the inside still

I'm falling
Always falling