You’ve but to push your fist through mist and haze to penertrate the clouds. They are an easier mark for the dreamer, than aeroplanes. The man whos’s dead to dreaming lives within a cloud of his own making and so his chance of entering the stratosphere is scant. I close my eyes to dreaming, onlyContinue reading “Breaking And Entering”
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Cuppa
I’m at our old kitchen bar once again. It makes me smile that your cuppa taste just the same as it always did. For a short while it was pleasant. Our daughter engaged in some kitchen memories that we share. You couldn’t help yourself and fire in verbal shots. The moment like our love, comesContinue reading “Cuppa”
Seeking Fortune
Seeking fortune not a friend shooting and theiving vow I’ll search untill the end. Do I beleive truly in the saviour when running in such way even with my mouth I profess each day. Street poets have no dreams to tell drown their soul with whisky then write of hell. Well they not know ofContinue reading “Seeking Fortune”
compromised
Accept where he is taking you. Why kick againts the good? There need not be this flood. He did not come for peace on earth. You know who we are, you know what we deserve. He’s freed the anchor just pull it in. You’re compromised Stand and trust in him walk away, repent from thisContinue reading “compromised”
He is love
Suffered in His love for our sin, overwhelmed in my acknowledgement, I embrace my gift and win. A relationship for offer, personal and true. Re-established by the spirit when inside He flew. Son of man at the core anoint in the rainfall of life a sacrifice so pure, Grace so kind. love, heart, soul, andContinue reading “He is love”
Home
It’s grand to be awayno graft, all play.tho’ no place like home,not mine.sinking on my throne,it’s sublime.a fortress,an ive a key to the door.Merlot, and the remote,I dont need much more.First in line,no queue, no hassle.I’ve no crown,but, King of this castle.kids they rebal,hostile can be the wife.But she my Queen,I’m thankful for my life
The Harbour
They decide to take one last walk around the harbour. Many thoughts clogging both their minds keeping them silent to each other. Their hands tightly graspsed so tightly, the diamond ring that he bought her begins to pierce his finger, he dare not loosen his grip, he never wants to let her go. They lookContinue reading “The Harbour”
First Impression
She said “who let the dogs out”? And I barked quite loudly “OOOF OOOF”! She didn’t know the song, I looked like I was having a phycotic episode, I wasnt. I continued walking, a fly flew in my mouth. I spat on the street. I turned, she was still at her door. what a firstContinue reading “First Impression”
Quote
I can’t accept we’re going nowhere, but one last time let’s go there – Paulo Nutini
Smith Shine Poetry 