abyss – Smith Shine Poetry

The Abyss

Amongst the foreign voices I think of home, and you, my English rose. My hands grasp for the top of the mountain, my feet guided by the stepping stones. The opressors whip, the bootlicker bullies flock to mock. My sons! my sons will know they’re from hard godly stock. Distracted by the beauty that surrounds,Continue reading “The Abyss”

Night Sky

I stare at the night sky.Beyond the abyss.Patterns produce beats calling me into action.Shedding a light into my soul. Sparking the reaction.Good and evil crossing fine lines.I now graft like I’m dancing.Embrace responsibility like rhymes.There’s victory in a rock pile.Smash, smooth and stack them.Offer them and smile.An answer I now know.Developing in our suffering, untilContinue reading “Night Sky”