Deep in thought, I do sit

Rest my mind a little bit

Let it wander and roam where it will

With new thoughts, it will fill

Inspiration hope it will find

And with words fill my mind

©Chris Chonos



Wilting flowers upon the path

What could such a wrath

Beauty struck down

Brings upon my face a frown

But rescue them with rain showers

Might natures powers

As they bloom for all to see

A rejuvenating it must be

To be brought back with such simplicity

©️Chris Chonos

Locked Away

Locked Away

Words twisted , tongue tied

These word spoke

Full of nothingness

Bet self-fulfilled pride

Keeping mouth shut

Pen hid away

Don’t write them down or say

Madness ensues

Bursting at seams

Still locked away

Except for in dreams

©Chris Chonos

Who Guides YOU

Who Guides YOU

Angels fight with us mortals here

One strengthen and one supposedly good

One to strengthen and one to soften our fear

One on a should to the right

One on the left they fight

Both whisper in our ear to guide

To guide on this worldly ride

Which one do you listen to?

To guide what you do

©Chris Chonos

The Search

The Search

A face lost in the crowd, no features to discern or of any concern; but I reach for you just the same as we play this silly game.Finding a mate for life to help through all these troubles and strife.

©️Chris Chonos

Moment in Time

Moment in Time

Time standing still for a moment, world not spinning, stopped for a glance of what is around and the beauty that can be found.

Oh the peace it brings with that split second to see everything as it is without the congestion allowing for the mental digestion.

So take that moment for yourself, let it be your moment in time; and maybe inner peace will arrive, this for which we all strive.

©️Chris Chonos



A clear path can’t be found

To walk without barriers

No boundaries left to wander

Time left to squander

Give all to the path you choose

Nothing to fear

Nothing lost

Walk this path not afraid to lose

For this is the path you choose

©️Chris Chonos

Heart Race

Heart Race

Take me in your warmest place

But first let my fingers trace

Taste you upon my lips

Take the gentlest sips

Take you to highest high

Hear your soulful sigh

Let me make your heart race

© Chris Chonos