When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
You were helpless on the concrete steps, the moon was pulling firm. I pulled a life buoy ring from a post on the promenade. You showed your teeth in fear I pushed down releasing you back into the sea, they are all incredulous when I tell them in your appreciation, you turned and waved back at me.
I sit back and laze peacefully listening to Dylan, swiverling on my comfy chair. I close my eyes and life is fair. I open to a gap in the blinds sun beaming through, I see dust floating, delicate like you. I care not for anything, a break in the music and the mood takes a swing. Two metres seems a distant planet away, I yearn to hold you close today.
My grandmother's love is great no doubt. My mother's love can twist and bend around any roundabout. But the one you unexpectedly meet truly makes the heart complete.
Success is not final, failure is not fatal. It is the courage to continue that counts. ~Winston Churchill
In the aroma of a lilac scented garden a manic majestic wonder explodes. In the choirs chorus I leap over sanities threshold. Dancing with spirits, they permit to this safety of euphoria. Though an ill fated energy conflicted in dysphoria. Toxic venom of pain, coursing to the brain. The demon's curse glossed over by an angel, in verse.
The Kingdom acknowleges
heads bowed in silence
Gods peace now theirs,
no war, no violence.
No rage to destroy no pain on the heart to crush. Futile his skills with pen and brush. Does the spirit forsake? The comfort to hear, riches to see, still destitute he be. No tears, no laughs, no screams, no prayers, no energy in the trigger finger to let of the call flares, rain beats out of beating onto the white glass as waves hit shore. Empty, void. I would sooner cry a battle hymn and prepare for war.
She danced as if she was trying to save her soul. The music infused her body, possessed by rhythm. Dance floor filled, I'm transfixed on her. Men tried to advance she was dancing free. Like an enchanter from the other world created the choreography. Her moves shielded much, I found the pain attractive. A profound force of reverence struck. I didn't even say 'hello' though I know angels watched me watching her. When she dance and when I rhyme together we don't care.
You said the word love. the way it was now never to return. My heart parried, will my frailty let it all burn. Can the two commit? I scream my heart into the heavens. The Lord knows I'm a hypocrite. I would surely cry, if we waved goodbye. At least the thought of you and him would die. Will the insecurities take off like a dove? Then all my trust I can place in love.
The way she laughs excites me, the way she ponders is seductive. Like the tide, i'm drifting towards her, and like the shore I hope she soaks me in.
Smith Shine Poetry