No rage to destroy no pain on the heart to crush. Futile his skills with pen and brush. Does the spirit forsake? The comfort to hear, riches to see, still destitute he be. No tears, no laughs, no screams, no prayers, no energy in the trigger finger to let of the call flares, rain beatsContinue reading “Prepare for war”
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Let thee rhyme (through ADHD)
Indulge in the mystery grasp the suspense, set sail in the search hail the pretense. Jump hop and spring, like a harmonic choir let thee sing. Where is the time that waits for no one, lying quiescent, if so, what from? Plié, twist and dance, like a tunnel of love let thee romance. We willContinue reading “Let thee rhyme (through ADHD)”
Shadows
The music stops, and I feel the cold. Love hacked and extracted. Can the soul save itself? As they fight for my last breath? Pulling me back to the shadow world, where dead hearts can’t bleed. Moons don’t reflect from seas, and on the vulnerable, the shadows feed.
I will cry
I will cry, until my tears overflow the rivers and become lost to the seas. I will cry, until the deserts thirst is quenched and raindrops drip life onto the barren. I will cry, until the angels pluck a melody onto my poetic chords and carry me home to rest. Alone, I cry and likeContinue reading “I will cry”
Red apple treat
Like the addict there’s a craving, appetite for the need. Fantasies thriving, irritation for greed. Summon a resistant, so stunning too weak. Redolence, sweet, oh to taste the red apple treat. Call on divinity, interrogate the same faith, inside demand, so unsafe. Whirlwinds, wisp a whisper, of a needing inducing sin, ferocious, the conflict within.
like a gorilla in the zoo
There used to be this gorilla, in Southport zoo! And what a grumpy gorilla, he was too. Sit all day behind that dirty rotten screen. All the kids would bang, pull faces, quite frankly, be mean. How I used to wind that poor gorilla up, eating, sleeping, shitting in that hut. It was 1991 orContinue reading “like a gorilla in the zoo”
Feather of Paradise
Through the window and next to me graciously landing a flawless white feather. Like on the morning of her funeral with the same strength forcing me to pause, calmly, needing no applause. Reassurance those armies he built are falling. Pirouettes in the breeze there all along even when I was crawling. Alas a resistance ofContinue reading “Feather of Paradise”
Smith Shine Poetry 