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.
Tag Archives: Creative writing
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”
Words and Pens
There’s something about the stars at night,that makes me want to write.Again my body meets my spirit, when I graspthe pen in earnest.In shadows of the trees, the rhymes I kissed.Words are blood, blank paper the sand,this pen is my sword, shakes not in my hand.Gripping my philosophy of good and evil. Aloof.Love conquers pain,Continue reading “Words and Pens”
songs
There are very few love songs, many lust songs.
Bealach na Ba
In unsure times a decision is made, to the mountains of Applecross we courageously head …I turn the key in the big old girl, I look at the boys both excitedly smiling. Then I turn to you and say “will ya gang tae the Highlands leezie Lindsay, will ya gang tae the Highlands with me”?WeContinue reading “Bealach na Ba”
We Go Again
In a downpour of confusion I was drenched.reaching, though I could not graspmy heart like my hand, broken.but breaks don`t break me anymore.Charlotte went Amelia came, and then…I used to ask why? but I guess why not?So now who will I choose to become from this?In sins appeal anchor me home in your still waters.myContinue reading “We Go Again”
Smith Shine Poetry 