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”
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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
April Sky
I gaze at the marble church as we pull into the hospital. Not one space in the car park to be found. 3,4 minutes now the numbness stood down as the irratation is wound. A moment away from jumping the walls of this rolling penitentiary, as Vinny darts into a gap on the grass verge,Continue reading “April Sky”
She’s Been Crying
I see she’s been crying, I ask, “why so sad”? She looks me square in the eye an says, “love can hurt real bad. He doesnt want me and his has someone, its true, all a couple accumulate can one hard day be gone”. I think of her later, what she said of her andContinue reading “She’s Been Crying”
My Old Friend
Winter became more than whispers from the white tipped leaves, as the coldness from the metal imobilised his hands. I watch his body stiffen as an icey gale attacks and condems, like an unjust judge. I see through his eyes that his pain runs deeper and more painfull than the elements. And like these darkContinue reading “My Old Friend”
Sophie
we’ve roamed the colosseum we’ve dined in Paris too I proposed in Madrid the English lakes I married you, but Sophie my darling it was in this dirty old town you made all my dreams come true.
Smith Shine Poetry 