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”
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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”
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!
The Abyss
Amongst the foreign voices I think of home, and you, my English rose. My hands grasp for the top of the mountain, my feet guided by the stepping stones. The opressors whip, the bootlicker bullies flock to mock. My sons! my sons will know they’re from hard godly stock. Distracted by the beauty that surrounds,Continue reading “The Abyss”
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…
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”
Smith Shine Poetry 