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Oasis, live’25
‘Hello’ ‘Hello’… It was good to see them back. I left apart of me there. Or did I bring something it back?Lost or found? In the immersion, of 1st, to 6th track. She said ‘Don’t believe the truth’. I said ‘Definitely’, you said ‘Maybe’.There was that little look, then it got a bit crazy. NowContinue reading “Oasis, live’25”
Cross Road
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.
Ideas
All my ideas are stupid, but they all lead me to you. Guess I’m stupidly in love with you.
Still Water
It caught my eye in the Autumn.In the wonder of Winter, I stop!Still the truth I chase.In battle, happiness will not suffice.What can I offer? My words? A blood sacrifice? Now in the weeks of the great and holy.I see a raven perched on a mountain of skulls.There, a closed golden door, and I feelContinue reading “Still Water”
stars
There’s something about the stars at night, that makes me want to write.
Oasis
There and then now maybe again goes supersonic bold. Would we have ever heard Noel’s soul if Liam never rock ‘n’ roll, intone told.
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”
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 