Christopher Van Buren

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Fight! Fight! Fight!  The battle must go on

As I sit in the window these words are running on and on

But why must we continue to fight day in, day out?

If only once we can just sit together and just look into the sky.

No one has to say a word.

Just look and behold the beauty of the clear blue sky.

Then let our minds take us to a plain of existence.

That there is no need to Fight! Fight! Fight!

For the real battle starts in the mind.

Just free your soul and let your spirit free

Take the time to enjoy the sunshine,

Marvel at the beauty of the sunset.

Be seduced by the crashing waves of the shore.

And make love under the moon and stars til we see the dawn.

If we could just wake up!

Free our mines

This life could be better than the next.

I was packing up somethings yesterday and I found 4 poems that I wrote on 2 napkins back on 9/8/94. The odd thing about finding them is that it’s probably the last time I’ve written anything. So I wanted to share them here with all of you.

Inner Peace Part 1

Joy swept past me in a blink of an eye

And in its place slowly creeps in the darkness

To fill the void that has been in my soul

I desperately fight to regain the joy of yesterday

But the bitter cold sweetness if the dark is so inviting

As if this was the one true element in my life

I was truly missing.

But I must resist. I shall find the glorious light of

joy once again.

However, where do I begin?

Now as I look out 2 the world it seems to be as baron

and isolated as the desert.

Though I’m surrounded by people they seem to not

have any faces.

All I can see are ghost, no people, no faces, no names

Where is the light? I truly need to see once again

To embrace the shadows and to end the fear

In my minds eye I know I am love.

But it seems as if my soul is turning to ice

Has the weight of this life kill the joy I once knew?

Will my soul feel the sunshine and joy run thru me like the river Nile?

Or shall I become as the Dead Sea

Alive but yet not alive?