I dont scream anymore Lord, but can you hear me? I care more now Lord, do you curse me? It was a long time ago… since I chased that dragon in the churchyard. I was sorry ’til I cried, life still gets hard. I must plunge into this deep lake of thoughts… Where they allContinue reading “Keep Me”
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At the Cybeles Fountain
I take in all we have assembled, as we stand here hand in hand, once again. I take heart, for the next sexenial, plenty of ink still in my pen. In the splash of fountain water the lions raw for you to now bloom. Grasp the pearl, you have been the bride I’m always yourContinue reading “At the Cybeles Fountain”
Thirteen Moons
I write of our dreams while I’m dreaming of writing. In the thirteen moons, there is a treasure. From the whispers of this city, the poets live forever. And for everyone who asks receives, now the lovers lie-a-teepee. To the sounds of harps, God’s gift ran free. And there our love came to be…
These Screams
Are these screams from inside my mind? Or out there? Is it the theif? The scent of ravaged swine in the air? It conflicts though my tongue remains straight. In this cursed world. The truth they hate. Their aim, the unblossomed an it’s dark. Sanity has boarded. I cannot watch it debark. The dark soulsContinue reading “These Screams”
The Introverted Man
He likes the lights low lit, his style low key His thinking is complicated, wise as the mystical oak tree. In the sounds of silence my stillness is bold He knows energy, see’s vibes I stare at my tea untill it turns cold. Should you ever outshine the master? Like the eagle from the mountainsContinue reading “The Introverted Man”
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a desert turn green
I saw a desert turn green. But no letters today, and the phone rang out. I picked up a pen so I didnt scream. I made it rhyme, so I wouldnt shout. I looked out the window in night, as she left me in a dream. I could see things clear from the moonlight IContinue reading “a desert turn green”
The Bullet
I dont know what you want. Friends waste my time anyway. Someday I’ll be gone. My words though, will carry on. I write, as I find it hard to say. I cant explain where my interests are born, but I need them like the night. I’m blessed in the eyes of danger. Though I struggleContinue reading “The Bullet”
In my craft or sullen art
One of my favourite poems ever written
Princes at War
A prince, but never to be a pauper. Sold the family crown, and headed to California. Our dear King Charlie had praised the fab four. Now two princes gone to war. The Queen is turning in her grave, surely Dianna in dismay. The dog bowl prince, had too much to say. Can peace talks everContinue reading “Princes at War”
Smith Shine Poetry 