I was never self-diagnosed,but for years I self-medicated.My life until I met her,was tangled and complicated.Prison walls and darker nightsthe suicide I survived.I saw demons in the shadows,yet still I am alive.She carries childhood wounds,her own long wars to weather.In His good time, God watchedas we came together.Now in love we’ve found a peacethat keepsContinue reading “Old Demons Wait”
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Steady Stay
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”
Toby Jug
Boots off by the Milton rug,She brings me lager in a Toby jug.Friday fish ‘n’ chips, stroll by the seaA half-time pie, a cup of teaCobbled lanes and Sunday bellsRoyal pomp and roast dinner smellsRain taps, pointing blameA good old pub relieving painStubborn oak and sceptred blood,Sarcastic wit beneath the floodGlory to God who gaveContinue reading “Toby Jug”
A Beatiful Regret
I could tell by her movement she’d been drinking not drunk, just enough to make a sane man look away. But want was louder than my sense. With every step closer, the smell of cigarettes and french perfume grew stronger. I should’ve run, but the moment was stolen. I knew every touch would later bleed.Continue reading “A Beatiful Regret”
The man I was
Bent steel still warm, tight in my hand,Heart cold – anger blazed, its blurred where I stand.Demon on my chest, his blood drips from my fingers,worry whispers, but hatred still lingers.Out of hell, were not the same,ash in my breath, got the devil to blame.One not enough, so in fury I swung,blade rise and fellContinue reading “The man I was”
Lines
I tried to read between the lines.I snorted them. Still half a bottle of red.The cocaine like the logs – lost to the burner.I have an impulse to run aimlessly.But now I must be the earner.Their forefathers cry to the moon.Bury them at sea.I’ll fight them for my daughter. Defeat them with my sons.What moreContinue reading “Lines”
Six Nations
As winter thors over hallowed groundssix nations wait on thunder pounds.In the cold air – an ancient battle call.In pain or glory – anthems sang loud,anthems stood tall.Red and Blue – marching separate towardthe same fight.Emerald Green or blood stained White.Flowing through the veins – a stubborn pride.A broken line, a wounded stride.Six nations –Continue reading “Six Nations”
In a Dark Room
In a dark room breaths breach the silence.The unseen gathers, the gnashing of violence.Orisons, just cries in the wilderness?Fear to gag the wounded soul. Villainous!I reach for a match and the incense burns.I invoke the Jesus prayer. Bravery churns.Incense rising, delivering my prayers to heaven.Peace returns, no best of seven.
The Suffering of the Saints
Midnight chanting – Tears drying in the dark.East face fasting – Seeing no morning – No man apart.Chains now prayer ropes – Not one ask why.Lord have mercy – No light in the sky.Not suffering more – Just suffering towards.With Psalms – Not swords.Aim is clear – Not peaceful.Screaming rage through tears pull.Still suffering towardsContinue reading “The Suffering of the Saints”
Write Alone
The lad, the no income bard.And love just don’t cut it,when times get hard.She thanked me for the laughs,rhymes, and the billet-doux.But I’m a silk stocking girl,that needs more than you.In a silent shrug I understood.Still had my hair, still a handsomeyoung blood.Just one of those times life sendsyou back home.To pick up a penContinue reading “Write Alone”
Smith Shine Poetry 