The storm knew my name as a childcrashed early through my door.My small hands were no matchI knew the shadows voice before.Years passed, the waves smashedyet still I crossed each sea.Damaged like the winter oak,yet His roots grow deep inside of me.Always a peace in the aftermathonce suffering has had its way.I feel the HolyContinue reading “Steady Stay”
Category Archives: Mental health
Untouched by Aim
I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and the impossible – Friedrich Nietzche
The Bullet
I dont know what you want. Friends waste my time anyway. Someday I’ll be gone. My words though, will carry on. I write, as I find it hard to say. I cant explain where my interests are born, but I need them like the night. I’m blessed in the eyes of danger. Though I struggleContinue reading “The Bullet”
Into The Light
From obscure realms the whisper of my conscience mutated into screaming. Only gathering my cross carrying the load when the soul cried out for meaning. As the sun I arose the hero of the day, victorious from the dark night’s fight. Beaming away insanity, like a baby emerging into the light.
Iron Sharpens Iron
I prayed in my perplexity. There stood a woman, blessed with beauty a slave to her integrity. My complexity shook her for a moment. I watched a tear roll down her cheek. We spoke of why I act. Now it’s my thoughts I speak. Iron sharpens iron. Now for them I can stand strong. TheContinue reading “Iron Sharpens Iron”
Replenished by Inspiration
My failures have taught me lesson after fuckin lesson. Also to enjoy success. I’ve heard there is no error without effort. So I must have tried. To myself I longer lie. Everyday seems a battle latley. I welcome a battle but this one is getting close. Wailing in the darkness. And I find this poetical.Continue reading “Replenished by Inspiration”
Aye Ready
I found a pen in the darkness, where you left me. Words they found me beaming, when the soul cried out for meaning. It was not the violence, but the constant undermining. Through the cocooned gas and dust, a hand swept. I saw the stars. The same hand that broke the boom and saved theContinue reading “Aye Ready”
The Graveyard
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”
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”
My Old Friend
Winter became more than whispers from the white tipped leaves, as the coldness from the metal imobilised his hands. I watch his body stiffen as an icey gale attacks and condems, like an unjust judge. I see through his eyes that his pain runs deeper and more painfull than the elements. And like these darkContinue reading “My Old Friend”
Smith Shine Poetry 