Nothing from the Swedes today. Is time for us running away? fuck new labour and the tory, Hard to love when there’s no glory. Face as fair as Our Lady. Not feeling what I’m supposse to, maybe. Hate coming from the mouth it was not kind, not from the heart but my dark mind. WithContinue reading “Sebastian and George”
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My Condemnent
Echoes of disbelief, throbbing in the air. It’s not the loneliness that hurts but the fact that you don’t care. I thought it was indestructible the bond we once shared. For this feeling deep inside I’m still searching for the word. I speak my thoughts into the wind, there blows the truth. You an IContinue reading “My Condemnent”
Breaking And Entering
You’ve but to push your fist through mist and haze to penertrate the clouds. They are an easier mark for the dreamer, than aeroplanes. The man whos’s dead to dreaming lives within a cloud of his own making and so his chance of entering the stratosphere is scant. I close my eyes to dreaming, onlyContinue reading “Breaking And Entering”
Seeking Fortune
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”
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”
Smith Shine Poetry 