With the sound of a penny dropping I was hit by surprise. When I realised just why I love cemeteries so much, in particular a church with a graveyard on it’s grounds. I was listening to Jordan Peterson talk about the works of the psychologist Carl Jung, when it did strike. As a young boyContinue reading “The Graveyard”
Author Archives: Smith Shine Poetry
Sing
O’ how things change. people too. love fades from the heart. what can one do? admiration to shame. a rugged tall mountain, crumbles to boulders. now who’s to blame? A caged bird spreads it’s wings and flys. has no choice but kiss the skies. rain becomes heavy on the wings heads for cover learns toContinue reading “Sing”
Vengeance
Vengeance no longer mine I’m trying not to become him. There is no secrets in seeking the truth. I dance on the edge of death where bravery overcomes safety. I offer my hand across the murky divide, unfamiliar with the nuance. Do any of us act like we beleive? Who controls my interest? From theContinue reading “Vengeance”
Cul-de-Sac
Why still so much to proove? He smiles, plotting his next move. With one more sniff in the darkness I’m enlightened to your deceit. ‘sweet dreams are made of these’. she selling her moves. I’m accepting my defeat. It burns down the throat, delights in the bloodstream. Tonight, I yield to your dream. Trying toContinue reading “Cul-de-Sac”
Sebastian and George
Nothing from the Swedes today. Is time for us running away? fuck new labour and the tory, Hard to love when there’s no glory. Face as fair as Our Lady. Not feeling what I’m supposse to, maybe. Hate coming from the mouth it was not kind, not from the heart but my dark mind. WithContinue reading “Sebastian and George”
My Condemnent
Echoes of disbelief, throbbing in the air. It’s not the loneliness that hurts but the fact that you don’t care. I thought it was indestructible the bond we once shared. For this feeling deep inside I’m still searching for the word. I speak my thoughts into the wind, there blows the truth. You an IContinue reading “My Condemnent”
Breaking And Entering
You’ve but to push your fist through mist and haze to penertrate the clouds. They are an easier mark for the dreamer, than aeroplanes. The man whos’s dead to dreaming lives within a cloud of his own making and so his chance of entering the stratosphere is scant. I close my eyes to dreaming, onlyContinue reading “Breaking And Entering”
Cuppa
I’m at our old kitchen bar once again. It makes me smile that your cuppa taste just the same as it always did. For a short while it was pleasant. Our daughter engaged in some kitchen memories that we share. You couldn’t help yourself and fire in verbal shots. The moment like our love, comesContinue reading “Cuppa”
Seeking Fortune
Seeking fortune not a friend shooting and theiving vow I’ll search untill the end. Do I beleive truly in the saviour when running in such way even with my mouth I profess each day. Street poets have no dreams to tell drown their soul with whisky then write of hell. Well they not know ofContinue reading “Seeking Fortune”
compromised
Accept where he is taking you. Why kick againts the good? There need not be this flood. He did not come for peace on earth. You know who we are, you know what we deserve. He’s freed the anchor just pull it in. You’re compromised Stand and trust in him walk away, repent from thisContinue reading “compromised”
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