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”
Tag Archives: Love
Brotherhood
(For My Sons) My boys, my three lions of England,let the lion of Judah roar in your hearts.As a lad I was lonely, No control, no power,too many false starts.I could only look to the stars when they camefor blood.The piece missing in my heart, brotherhood.Lads, this world is beautiful with its signs, symbols andContinue reading “Brotherhood”
songs
There are very few love songs, many lust songs.
Quote
a picture without a frame is like a soul without a body. Vincent van Gogh
I See The Blue Sky
Winter plotted hard against us, like it did many outdoorsmen before.But I now see the sun and the blue sky,coming in with the seagulls to shore.So again we risk our sanity, in hope we reap what we sow.Though it’s the love that keeps us going,and this is all I know!
Keep Me
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”
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…
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”
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 did not scream.I made it rhyme, so I would not shout.I looked out the window in the night,as she left me in a dream.I could see things clear from the moonlightI saw a desert turnContinue reading “a desert turn green”
Smith Shine Poetry 