Chris Whitenack, Writer
Broadcasting.

I have come to find restraint of pen and tongue are soooo much more powerful at times, when feeling rather impotent.

I have also found it is sooooo much less embarrassing.

whiteysplace:

To bright light completion, awakened Knowing all is forgiven in her mystery
I am but reflection and so much more For she is all love, therefore so are we
This cycle in Leo has brought its disruption Perilous transformation, moon tides shift
To let go of the chains comfort, its still I can be free now, I can choose this gift
She is not my Goddess, she is Moon.

whiteysplace:

To bright light completion, awakened
Knowing all is forgiven in her mystery

I am but reflection and so much more
For she is all love, therefore so are we

This cycle in Leo has brought its disruption
Perilous transformation, moon tides shift

To let go of the chains comfort, its still
I can be free now, I can choose this gift

She is not my Goddess, she is Moon.

On Suicide And Robin Williams

whiteysplace:

Dancing Brigands Like Us
Some thieves like to swoon
others just like to sweep the planks
but a couple brigands like we
tear out splinters with knock-kneed grace
and flaming heart spinning tango…
.
wearing chucks and cutoff’s
you in that spaghetti top sex
and me in our favorite button down
I bought and you wear
unless, of course, you lend it to me….
.
But only if I give it back to you tonight. Slowly.
.
Stealing spotlights made for not-so-starlets
you peer out under that hot eyebrow
haircut, and me, well, I tilt my glasses
when we be-bop tilt-a-whirl, hearts beating
madness in secret alcoves in our camplight
.
There doesn’t need to be more than 
forty watts of am bandwidth boogie,
a cooler full of what we need
and baby, we cut up the terra, free
a couple of dancing brigands…
,
Out here in the starlight heavenly ball field, just you, just me.
.
Chris Whitenack © 2014

Dancing Brigands Like Us

Some thieves like to swoon

others just like to sweep the planks

but a couple brigands like we

tear out splinters with knock-kneed grace

and flaming heart spinning tango…

.

wearing chucks and cutoff’s

you in that spaghetti top sex

and me in our favorite button down

I bought and you wear

unless, of course, you lend it to me….

.

But only if I give it back to you tonight. Slowly.

.

Stealing spotlights made for not-so-starlets

you peer out under that hot eyebrow

haircut, and me, well, I tilt my glasses

when we be-bop tilt-a-whirl, hearts beating

madness in secret alcoves in our camplight

.

There doesn’t need to be more than 

forty watts of am bandwidth boogie,

a cooler full of what we need

and baby, we cut up the terra, free

a couple of dancing brigands…

,

Out here in the starlight heavenly ball field, just you, just me.

.

Chris Whitenack © 2014

When I take in account that I am part of everything, it isn’t such a great leap to think that….
I have everything.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
We Fly In Visions Purpose

The essence of skin is touch

as the purpose of tongues, taste

the voice of our reason, thought

Yet to taste your skin evades reason,

and I am lost in thoughts of your touch.

.

Our dance has expanded, hands interlocked

fields carried us to vistas, mountains

turned oceans, dipped valleys

hugged curves and, heavens forgive us,

we take flight in endless skies

.

The dream of purpose is to make real

the purpose of vision, to see beyond

and the gift of second sight, patience.

Yet, as you say, I am patiently impatient;

with careful acceptance, my gift of vision…

.

I make real my purpose, and touch our gifts of flight.

Two Peas Podding

chriswwriter:

I have never met my twin until now.

so few get this vibe, this wave we ride

What yearns, burns slow, and 

Good.

.

Traveler’s we, leaving imprints and gathering

touching our world, trying not to get too much

on us, but soon immerse. Reckless

and mindful of p’s&q’s,

and no one has EVER 

respected me as you do.

.

I like that.

.

We float along our unlabled paths, satisfied

and hungry for new every day, and 

share seemingly idiotic grins

that truly dispel our deep wounds,

that we never have to 

eschew.

.

I like that, too.

.

I’ve heard of this partner in crime

and I found you, at long last.

So many plunders, Such a target rich 

environment, and ya know what?

.

There’s no one I would trust to do a job with more.

.

A friend has been telling me about things 

unconditional, and… yeah.

I get that now.

chriswwriter:

whiteysplace:

Lumière du Matin
For every new beginning, there is an afterward
touch is no longer action but a place
safety now an afterthought, love more than a word
see, this is where we meet face to face.
.
Seeing the last of secrets passed, morning
light dispels mystery for the magik’s real
only to know doesn’t dispel belief, pouring
sunshine on what we really are, what we feel.
.
The morning after is when the journey really begins.

Chris Whitenack © 2014

chriswwriter:

whiteysplace:

Lumière du Matin

For every new beginning, there is an afterward

touch is no longer action but a place

safety now an afterthought, love more than a word

see, this is where we meet face to face.

.

Seeing the last of secrets passed, morning

light dispels mystery for the magik’s real

only to know doesn’t dispel belief, pouring

sunshine on what we really are, what we feel.

.

The morning after is when the journey really begins.

Chris Whitenack © 2014

What Value Is Now

A touch of hands lightly

the sands of time…

and efforts made real.

.

It all goes away, the physical

and yet we value more.

Now is not-so-nebulous.

.

Releasing fear and hurt

through inked glass cuts…

Hey, we healed.

.

So now what matters most

is experiential tangibility;

coloring in the lines

.

Side by side we are faith

and faithful is courage

we need not seek…

.

I believe in you, too.

Played Out

Are you done yet? 
Have you bruised enough glass, 
trampled enough splatter shields, 
sprayed froth at enough empty 
signs and minds? 

Are you through? 
Have the bloodstained unconscious collective 
threats of more blood, more loss 
less significant mewlings of a war 
that doesn’t need exist 
cease and desist? 

Are you finished? 
Will you recognize that satisfaction 
of making those pay for their ignorance 
with yours won’t happen? Can you see what waste 
you add to a pile of never ending shit? 

Will you ever learn? 
That bodies and souls in need of dire repair 
outweigh your hate and despair over the 
dregs of justice not YOURS to mete out? 
Can you ever just fucking apply love? 

Are you played out?