This cold and deadly winter,

So stealthily it took hold,

it crept up on us quickly,

it stole the autumn’s gold.

The dreadful cold consumes me,

it rapes my warmth within,

it’s footprints spread like rumours,

it’s mind is full of sin.

Jack Chapman 2010-2011

When I sit and look into the flame,

the candle burns slowly,

calling my name. 

I want to touch it,

its all I desire.

But I know my hand will be burnt in its fire.

But as I look deeply,

at the top of the stick,

the wax runs slowly away from its wick,

Just like my worries,

inside my head,

that wax disappears,

and my worries are dead.

Jack Chapman, 2010

There is a place where people go,
Where moutains high are full of snow,
And coral tinted waters flow,
Back into mother earth.

And in the lakes and seas and streams,
The fish swim amoungst their dreams,
And between the woodland trees are beams,
Of light which bring about life.

And up above are chicks in trees,
Who sing about the birds and the bees,
And gliding in the gentle breeze,
Most noble, gracious hawks.

And nature taught me how to be;
She was the one who created me,
You need not go far if you want to see,
a little piece of eden.

Jack Chapman, 2008
 

What lies beneath a smile?
is it a disguise from pain and suffering,
or is it real?
it is hard to guess.
what if a sad face is happy;
putting up a front?
what if a happy face is sad;
looking for attention?
what if there is no expression at all,
and you dont know what to do or say,
whether to comfort the person or not?
what is real and what is fake?
that little difference it can make,
so smile if you’re happy,
and not when you’re sad,
smile when you feel good,
and not when you feel bad.

Jack Chapman 2005