http://www.writerscafe.org/sanctus The original writings of author Chris G. Vaillancourt en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1369395441 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When the fury of the being is over-done,                             there will be the reply          .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1177140/ Strong enough to be weak;Successful enough to fail;Busy enough to take time;Wise enough to say, "I don't know."Serious enough to laugh.Rich enough to be poor;Right enough to say "I'm wrong."Compassionate enough to discipline;Conservative enough to give freely;Mature enough to be .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1173704/ It was a nightmare.Guns and guns, and everywhere guns.Voices shouting in fortress cities.Civilians hiding behind their iron bars.I dreamed of America.I saw the cancer it had become.Spreading its influencelike a cockroachburrowing in the walls.Flinging its immoralities.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1173579/ A sensitive glance                     into the bath watersas opinions formed andbubbles gleamed.                &nb.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1162704/ Through the tick, tick tock of this clock,          oceans move and winds explode.Priests wagging fingers, Dogs wagging tails.Tick, tock. tick, tock.Constructive flailing will begin          at .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1149019/ Do no harm.  Leave the war-plane frame of reference  to other puzzle pieces.We are naked.We are not.We are not certain of which   monologue to begin.So we chant in  unified panting  etching legend.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1122043/ Cups of coffee so brightlydrinking.Falling, mylost foreskin tells me of your thievery.I, bright halo of hydrogen dying.Into the belly of the tree frog, I slowly rising.Aching with chaos of dying suns.My headache flares and tenderly rises,in vast expanse of expanding losses.That is the .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1116540/ In Summertime I met you. I met you in Summertime.Days long, sun present and accounted for.Weren't the giraffes rather splendid that year?And as it would be, as it was,the days grew up and so did we.So here we are now.Your indifferenceas murky as shrinking desire.In Wintertime I left you.I left .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1112368/ Every day the train arrives, here and back again. A face,yours,looks for me. I smile. You shine. Fingers touch. A shock. We retreat to recover andcontinue later on.Then alone I make the journey. For weeks .Months .Truth descends. I will never see you again. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1088514/ Only when I write am I really alive.Even if every palace on the planet Earth            was mine to own,I'd only be existing in                  .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1063297/ Often, in the fade      of the odourous doldrums,I lick the rays of           the iridescent sun’s                   .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1056002/ Same scene                of a certain conscience;                   peppered faces stuck                              like murdere.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1055123/ Eyes so brown they revealedall that was true and hidden in me.           You brought to me everything                        .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1052714/ Awake the stirring traces of battlefields.Prime Minister's attackingthe faeces of destroyed jugular veins...Drinking wine, drinking wine.Strong as morning buzz. Some people speak well ofother people. Some people do not. Some faces smile in eclectic puzzles... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1052569/ The grey descends, again and again.        Downcast eyes, nicotine skies.I'm all filled up           with trying to get by.There's no hope in crashing symbols                          &.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1051058/ And so we walked, you and I.  Travelled like robots across the dim  under warranty acunity.We mentioned nothing of substance,instead we conversed in  magnificent obscurities.This and that, that and this.  Our smiles stoned .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1047555/ You abandoned peace and chose furyinstead. Anger is the horse you ride on nowpast field, field, field. Stop.Stop the wars of revenge, of anger, of misrepresentation.Just the sky enormous now, rough with clouds,that shift silently inward until you are bornin that fragile, luminescent e.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1046025/ In the middle of the life, the living called out,"Let us wither away like fucked up winos on the street".And again  the pain was felt  in indirect religions.With a*****e Muslims chanting the name of their  p.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1044593/ What does it take to live? What does it take to feel alive?A birth certificate is a joke!The first validation into the false brotherhood.Oh yeah, sign me up....I'm there!I'll pretend with the other hive dwellersthat these papers afford me a sense of being.There is not liberty to be discoveredin bein.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1041545/ She said she loved poetry, But my words were crap. A bit like garbage. A bit like rap. No finesse. No movement, no rhyme. No synchronization. No balance, no time. She said she loved poetry, But my words were unique. I wasn't a poet. Just a poser, a freak. My words, my ideas, My thoughts were absurd... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1041043/ Just because your penis is in my mouthis no reason to shoot sperm down my throat!Eclectic giraffes are doing their best           to laugh at all the zebras.Elephants and antelopes       digging graves with their hearts.Living easy. Living hard. Livi.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1034196/ In the shade of the Lazarus treewe laid the bodies side by side.and waited for them to rise:refreshed, replenished, free.But they did not rise.The weather was rough; the weather was mild.The wind spread the seeds of renewal all over the earth.But the dead did not rise.They had risen once fro.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1019786/ In this being, which rumbles like a beating                   given with a belt.One layer thick and thenstarting to menstruate.Wonderful movementare the the bodies     &n.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1013254/ Published in "The Nexxus" 2012 http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1010766/ Whisper loud.Immortalize my name in vibrant rumours. And let my eulogy read that I waged war on my emotionsbut only partially won.Does my division shine in sombre conclusion?If so, it representsa nomadic disposition.During the halcyon of the night is when she visits,effervescent and inspi.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1009527/ Staggering, diminishing in inaccessibility.The rose bushes of circumstance            prick the skin, prick the skin.Grime is me. I am grime.  Flocks of doubt, anxieties.  Misunderstanding and misunderstood.Sleepwalkin.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1008497/ The first man is God knows where. Somepeople wonder if he existed at all.Flotsam and jetsam spewing outlike a rattle cage filled with                          &.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/990537/ The air opens up like a giant fire.Burning the images                       of what used to be              &nbs.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/989636/ As you sleep, words stream from your lips like the post-coital sighs of a Model T automobilestill delirious from the soft caresses of silk stockings, hooks, snaps, bare knees.It’s nonsense really " what you say out loud: Yes, yes, I’ll take that one... If you lie beside the elephant, the.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/989074/ Cinderella would dance like a vagrantaround the circled combustion of adangling verb, left like sausagedrying in the sun.I might notice.I might not.I might even slip a tongueover the flip-floptabernacle of sham."Fuddle-duddle" the legend intoned,a very many years ago.With lambent tenacitythe bo.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/980159/ Once the (tarnished) beacon of peace and democracy, now just another global flamethrower, that is the nation to the south of us. America, land of the free indeed!I have never been in a grand melee. I have never been in a violent clash or in an angry mob scene or part of an anti-war protest that got .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/977533/ Let every man His God adore:There is nothing else or nothing moreMake images of plastic and wood;Let them stand or let them burn.Let them represent or oppress,As case may be or as learned. For we roll in our errant selves;In primary hiding on our shelves Make dream.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/972087/ Door opens                  slowly.Dripping, dropping slams                  of under sized brands.Glitter like muscles moving                        .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/970648/ Published in "Shadows of Reality". 1985 http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/963265/ It is early. There are no sounds from the parkedcars outside. A piece of bread lies on the counter-top.It is reminding me of compressed emotions heldfirmly in the heart. There is not anything left to dobut face the electric lights blinking on and offin the crevices of the mo.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/962769/ A spread of dandruff.      Astonished rocks scatter            like fragrant stars                winking in the atmosphere.Helpless to change a thing.Evoke every memorial          &nbs.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/956145/ Dark sky. Faded path.I remember standing inthe same place youdescribe as yours.The uncertainty. Revelation.I hear the notes you have sung butI seem to not want to hear the song.Commitment. Future doorways.I see that the vines have all but coveredthe flashing green light of advance.I accept. I resign.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/943292/ All is love. All is love. All is love. Over and over these words slop and slosh in the bleak that has been too long a force. I wait for you to get off of work. I want to talk with you. Meantime, I'll write conversations that I can hop and skip o.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/930468/ O God,look into my heart,uncover my desires, and read my secrets.Hear what I cannot put into words.Purify me through your spirit that I may, throughout this day, more perfectly love and praise you.O God,I've been wrong and I've been right.I've been the centre of it alland I have been t.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/929571/ Included in "The Rushing Stream of Desires" PublishAmerica ISBN: 978-1-4489-5335-6 http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/921856/ Dessicated stubble, grown out of shape.Garnished imperfectly.Scratch the face. Stretch the arms.So inaugurates the morning of the day.Coffee on. Eyes rubbed.Cigarette lit and inhaled.Soil embracing the intellect.Miles and miles of recollections,dry as dust, glimmer like unintended boys starting.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/909469/ What have we become?         We who used to sit in my bedroom         listening to Beatles records on headphones.We spoke of the future.         We planned our advance.How many cups of coffee have we consumed    &nb.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/902088/   I wish I could stand away from God, and make up my own religion. So much easier to define the earth in terms of my own decisions. I could create a pagan world, full of myths and druids! I could dance naked at night and make up magic fluids. I .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/899025/ Asleep, where the dreamscurved away, leavingyou behind.Those instant pictures thatshape the falseimpressions.Do you rememberthose shadows?This is the only timethe dusty photo albumsbecomereality shows.Stranded on islands.Strangers of differentraces.We were even strangerswhen we met. We never didget .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/898130/ The flash of urbanmachine demonstrates             persistence.Rubber slithering           on absorbing iron.Interlocking harmonized echoes           scan in electromagnetic       .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/891719/ Under nocturnal skyan open fireexoneratestomorrow.Here I sitin supple ceremony,advertising whimsand opinions.Followers prostratein forms ofsomething different.May we all beas calmas furious oceans.Marine life drenchedwith the botherof persisting.              .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/890452/ Nylon stockings over face.The photographed sequence ofchoreographed eventscascade over and overinto paths never spoken of.Age one on the mountedmessage is clear as drizzled wingssneered by ornaments in drag.A double tone of toleranceis wanted but is not welcomed.Were we stil.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/885438/ Published by "Dry Ink" 2012 http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/884650/ Agitated odours twitterin the stimulating scent of corsagescorrupted and bronzed.Submissive to sleepinghands gesturingsymbols ofexpiration.Please let me hold youone more time.Like an assassin,the hinting of a new periodrequests its entrance.Under sheets ofseasonal heat,theprecipitationswings in.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/873247/ Published in "Yellow: A Journal of Modern Poetry" June 1979 http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/841257/