When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
She bowed to the crown of this viral pneumonia, she thought on chinese doctors in chinese labs, on Wuhan city on 5g masts. The medical scales of the pangolin embroil, the bat in the pot not quite at the boil, she is dead the thesis not, more to this truth we know not.
Shrouded in the smoke. On It's silver cloud I wish to float away though here I'm succumbed nothing free, not he, not me, So stroke my heart and help me fight, as I lose the light from the dark of night liberate me from this state of mind liberate me from this place in time.
I awake in the calmness of tranquil poetry protected in love time losing all grip over me music notes dancing in a gentle summer breeze i'm like a loose leaf from a tree not care roaming free
Never to recant his faith in the Lord. Advanced, gifted with the sword. Soldier of the Christ. Fought courageously in belief. compelled evil to hell as angels roared in raw relief. Onwards to the realm. Converging from afar with Godly squall and brush of helm. Under his pennon they forge. Chanting 'Jerusalem' for the feast of St, George.
I will cry, until my tears overflow the rivers and become lost to the seas. I will cry, until the deserts thirst is quenched and raindrops drip life onto the barren. I will cry, until the angels pluck a melody onto my poetic chords and carry me home to rest. Alone, I cry and like the frozen sea I struggle to know the reasons why.
She's left much more behind than a single blonde hair on my pillow. Inspiration oozing, like rain overflowing the leaves of a willow. Feelings unchained as her absence is felt. Flames of promises ignited from a kiss. This night everything what's known about her, I miss.
I seized onto those deep-seated eyes, your deliberation,please from me don't hide. I want all of you, I want to dive into the tide fall to the ocean inside.
One kiss, two souls, cut from the same cloth, with those three words, you made me whole. On the count of four, our paths alined. The world hates, we're two of a kind.
Like the addict there's a craving, appetite for the need. Fantasies thriving, irritation for greed. Summon a resistant, so stunning too weak. Redolence, sweet, oh to taste the red apple treat. Call on divinity, interrogate the same faith, inside demand, so unsafe. Whirlwinds, wisp a whisper, of a needing inducing sin, ferocious, the conflict within.
Feels like I've been here so long. So I strain to think back, to when things weren't so wrong. But all I see is my hands cuffed in a sweatbox. So I strive even harder, trying to forget about locks. No! I'm in a cold court cell and like a scared snail, I retreat alone into my shell. Still thinking. endeavouring to remember. All I can see is a man in a wig, dictating my future, how I am going to live. 'Stand up! Sit down!' Fixed on thinking It's causing me to frown. And then, I remember! the girls! the beach! the sun! back in the days when it was fun. Attempting to stay in this memory, until this time has past. Getting there, can't come too fast.
Smith Shine Poetry