Creative writing – Smith Shine Poetry

All Will Realise

This one you won, I’m to blame.If you think I’m conquered its you,that’s insane.Just a mere battle, admittedlyyou battled well.I succumbed, I tasted hell.Do not exult for long.For this sorry state I’m muchtoo strong.Resilient, fought for an age in time.This aint my first pen, this aintthe first line.Now in His name, contemplate yourretreat.I’m in Him.Continue reading “All Will Realise”

Death

Death shown me the way.Never would I have written a sentence.If I did not know, I’d die someday.So I be where… they don’t understand.With the ease of the piper and the armies band.Yes one day, I’ll be gone.My words though for them… will carry on.

Oasis, live’25

‘Hello’ ‘Hello’… It was good to see them back. I left apart of me there. Or did I bring something it back?Lost or found? In the immersion, of 1st, to 6th track. She said ‘Don’t believe the truth’. I said ‘Definitely’, you said ‘Maybe’.There was that little look, then it got a bit crazy. NowContinue reading “Oasis, live’25”

Order

The pathway to order is paved with chaos.

Cross Road

Freedom meets resistance,now it does not fly.I met the devil at the cross road,he did not tel me why.As the sand falls through the hourglass,I listen for the call. Who controls my interests?I’m not attracted to this fall.

write

There isn’t anything more fulling than doing what is right. After that just try to write ✍️

For the Sake of it

With this goodbye I start, and think of the holy ascension.Then I write for writings sake. Or the glorification of God,the ultimate glory of man.With the ego of Cain all around us, more sin than you could stand.I stand in reverence and adoration.In this a craft of writing.Listen to the voice that’s highest, or killContinue reading “For the Sake of it”

Death

If I did not know I would die someday, I would never have written a sentence.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Russian novelist

Posture

Their earthly offerings are burnt.I have only a burning state, a heart in flames.Unlike Job I rollick in sin, but through the sorrow I acknowledge.My selfish feelings burn away.If gratitude was a posture the hard ground would splinter through my knees.Pry us from the filth to the right path of righteousness.The world weeps, dismantle theContinue reading “Posture”