For all those who feel the pain
Of a tireless job, again and again

I salute you

For all single mothers all alone
Working and aching to the bone

I salute you

For all the soldiers away from family
Risking their life against a common enemy

I salute you

For all the nurses doing the hours godsend
Doing the night shift that never seems to end

I salute you

For the people reading this and relate
Knowing life can sometimes be a desperate state

I salute you

For all of you who find life can be a test
When you are out there and doing your best

I salute you

I am a broken Man
Made of glass, shattered
Pieces of myself found
Like smashed rain drops
Adorning this dusty floor

Do you believe a man can cry?
Weeping of the love he lost
That his soul, now forever ******
Could not take that needed step
To take him in the right direction

That man is a dark, fallen fool
I am he, who fell hard from grace
Never able to find that moment
That passing second, all I needed
But my pitied pride kept me back

So the heart aches, no more say I
Leave me suffering with my demons
Let the broken shards lie where they are
That which once contained true love
That I carelessly dropped from my hands


copyright Chris Smith 2011

Like a faded photogragh
The memory slips away
Of times that belong
Buried in the past


She picks up the kettle
Pours in the water
Places it on the cooker
But forgets to turn it on

She is used to the smell
The cats are her company
Running around her home
Because no one calls to visit

She rarely comes out the door
Only to gather food for her cats
Eating very little for herself
For she seldom remembers to eat

In every city and in every town
You will find them living there
Past glory days, all but forgotten
Always alone and never visited



copyright Chris Smith 2011

A poet paints with the gift of words,
Expressing the feelings of the soul.
They touch you with visions,
Sharing the beauty written.

But a poet suffers for their art,
Taking the pain deep into their soul.
Crying tears of blood upon the paper,
The ink screams out their remorse.

This poet has known shame.
He has hurt himself and the one he loves.
The time has come to heal,
To tear down the walls.

Shatter the misery deep inside.
To take hold of the hand of love,
To find the acceptance of the heart,
And all of the dreams to come.

copyright Chris Smith 2011

I once spoke to a broken poetess
Transfixed with her words
She told of hearts long forgotten
Of the loss felt in her soul
Her poetry led me to other places
Her imagination became an open book

I never told her of what I saw
A woman full of compassion and beauty
Her aura was of a warm, sensual glow
In her very eyes I saw her sparkle
Her words entranced me like a spell
Her voice was the sound of an Angel

But alas, I could never fix her
She was fated to be a broken poetess
So fragile, but with words so strong
Her heart forever beats in her poetry
Reaching to touch those chosen few
My broken poetess touched me as one

Copyright Chris Smith 2006

I was blind and now I see

I was a boxer and now do not fight

I was bound and now I am free

For I have found my second sight




Second sight is all around

From the sky down to the ground

From the man on top of the hill

From the workers in the mill




From lovers going hand in hand

From the music from the marching band

From the morning of another day

From the children all at play




So please come open your eyes

And look deep into the light

And soon you will realise

That you also have second sight

Would you remain in dreams
Instead of facing reality
Where the world can't touch you

The warmth of the pretence
Of how it might be
Rather than what you go through

No one can drag you away
Back down into your despair
Of the darkness of your mind

Because you can ignore it all
The growing pangs of uncertainly
Of everything you must find

So reach up to the sky
Don't throw it all away
All we can ever do is try
To live it day to day


Copyright Chris Smith

www.apolloblessed.ning.com

I pray to you this night
For my Goddess to bless me
That if I fall in battle
On the new born morning
You will reward my soul

The invaders took our land
They have ***** our woman
Have stolen our only food
Destroyed what was our homes
Driven us to hide in the hills

But now, when daylight dances
We will take this no more
Fight side by side, with fury
Our swords will taste their blood
We will be free once again

To the death with no surrender
Saxon warriors in blood and soul
Brothers in arms until the end
But if I die in the coming battle
My father will guide my spirit home

Copyright Chris Smith 2012
First published on www.apolloblessed.ning.com

The little girl
With the red hair
Stands alone crying
Out in the playground

The young boy
Suffers his torment
Sitting in the classroom
No one speaks to him

Disabled man at work
Told he should stay home
Let someone fit do the job
Managers turn a deaf ear

Does it matter who you are
Black, white, whatever race
They will pick on you
Make you feel different

A bully is sometimes a victim
Is afraid of being cast out
So begins that vicious cycle
Of pushing someone else aside

Let them come, I am waiting
Who says names never hurt you
They can throw their sticks and stones
I am fighting them with words

Copyright Chris Smith 2012 (first published on www.apolloblessed.ning.com )

You can never turn back
The past has been and gone
Now the future awaits ahead
So take that step forward

If you lose your self control
In a game you never chose
Then you can never win
No one will try to listen

So those stories they tell
It is only side being told
Bite your tongue forever
You know what took place

Another day seems better
Away from what used to be
Just keep holding the good times
But you must never turn back


Copyright Chris Smith 2012

May blessings come your way
On this wonderful day
To celebrate everywhere
Honour you with loving care
Every wish granted for you
Respect in all that you do
Special kisses are sent

Dedications of intent
All this to discover
You are always loved, dear Mother

Copyright Chris Smith 2012

Chocolate hearts melting
In a sweltering heat
Crushed by sticky fingers
Licked by insecure tongues

Little bird battered
Never learnt to fly
It will not soar now
Someone clipped the wings

Mother Earth woke up
She took a look around
Saw nothing had changed
Then she went back to bed

Young man fell in love
She was a serial killer
Let her have her way
She tore out his heart

Poet looked for words
Found his pen was dry
Could he comprehend
He had a mental block

Does anybody understand
What I am trying to say
I think I will step back
Into the well of madness


Copyright Chris Smith 2012 (orginally written on www.apolloblessed.ning.com )

She sits there alone
Head in her hands
Crying about the past
Of the hurt inside
She feels so forgotten

He is miles away
Forever being drunk
Lost in a bottle
Never forgiving himself
For what he had done

But there on the window
Long forgotten and neglected
Is a reminder of their love
But now faded and died
A vase of rotting carnations


Copyright Chris Smith 2012

"Are you pondering what I'm thinking, Pinky?"
"I think so Brain...

A world where peace reigns
Where men and mice are equal
Free cheese for everyone
Hope is no longer a dream
The big wheel we run
Finally has a purpose
Laboratory mice see freedom
No more experiments anymore
Even humanity see the light
All animals coming together
From a gift we should cherish
So I am pondering that dream"

"I don't want to take over the world anymore
Pinky, I want to live in your one"

We build our own path
Towards the future
Trying to learn
From the past mistakes
But sometimes we forget
Then make those same mistakes
Once again too many times

The journey through life
Where we touch so many
Through the good and bad
Sometimes we can forgive
But we can never forget
The heart can ache
Only we can make it mend

There are those we hurt
Where we did not mean to
We can only walk away
From we had done
Striding for the future
Unable to change the past
Trying to forget the present

So many comrades we find
Some remain in our lives
Some go separate paths
Their memory stays with us
We may change with the times
But something stays with us
That is the beauty of friendship

copyright Chris Smith 2012

To believe in a purpose
Under the dark surface
Hides away those scars
That are visible like stars

The darkness in the soul
A darkness that will grow
Grows and reaches out
Before you can shout

Millions hidden in the dark
Shadows alive like a spark
Shadows eating you alive
With no chance to suvive

So let us all hide away
And wait for light of day
Until the time we know
When shadows will go

Lonely birds fly away home
To distant lands and far away nests
Never do they look back
For the places that they leave

Open their wings to roam
Flying as the hard wind tests
Trying to send them back
To those places that they leave

So hard for us to let go
As they continue to grow
Let them learn by their mistakes
No matter how your heart breaks

Take care of them for me
For I must set them free
Never let them see my tear
I will always be here

copyright Chris Smith 2012

From the madness
I saw myself
Deep in darkness
Trying to escape
Out of blackness
Looking for the light

Running from weakness
Only into empty thought
Lost in the bleakness
Which I had made
Hating this deep mess
I find myself in

There is nothing less
But still nothing more
On my knees to confess
All is now long gone
Leaving behind stress
Sanity gone away


copyright Chris Smith 2012

Cobalt electric blue
I thought of you
Of what you do
Where nothing is true

A million people fell
Into their private hell
With demons to tell
Their souls to sell

Did anyone listen to me
I never asked for sympathy
Only to escape from misery
Where vessels lay empty

So I grabbed the sky
Reached up too high
Heard an Angel cry
Knew I could never fly

Whatever we go through
Breaking from every rule
What do we look to
Colbalt electric blue

copyright Chris Smith 2012

My Angel by moon light
How precious thou art
You are a beautiful sight
We shall never be apart

Souls flying together
Like birds always free
Two wolves running forever
Wild passion for thee

The night stars shine
Diamond hearts aglow
My mind will be thine
Our love can flow

Divine beautiful you give
My life always bright
Giving me purpose to live
My Angel by moon light

Copyright Chris Smith 2012

July 24th 1997, and I still hate it

The thing that it left with me

A decaying piece of charred meat

That will never belong to me

Something I continue to abhor

I still can not accept as mine



The hatred should be at them

Because they took it away

Killed what was my life

Destroyed everything I knew

They ignited the flame

That devoured my flesh



Not knowing what happened

But the nightmare still remains

For three months I suffered

So much in this World

Seemed also to be happening

As I faced a hospital bed



Wet Wet Wet did a version of Yesterday

Princess Diana died that August

My partner rarely came to see me

I found myself using a wheelchair

Terrified by horrible dreams

Where they still came for me



Then came the time to go home

I feared about leaving the safety

Of a place full of caring nurses

But that day would arrive

Having to live with the shock

When I first saw what was done



Home, finding out she cheated

Slept with a family friend

Her reason was so simple

She didn't want to sleep

With the way I was disabled

Not able to accept the leg



So I drank, almost attempting suicide

Anything and everything I took

But it never blocked it out

Still she found other lovers

My children gave me reason

To keep on living each day



The writing became my therapy

Finding the release through words

Giving freedom to those feelings

Some I thought were forgotten

Still finding it harder to cope

It was not mine, take the leg away



So what did these years bring me?

Apart from refusing to want this scarred monster

That seems to be attached forever to my soul

A bitter memory etched in torment and pain

Each anniversary is a walk through Hell

Where everything was a ripple effect



If I had stayed home on that night

Then this would not be my fate

Part of me is in fear of that

For would this poet had been born?

Created from the flames of agony

To try to find himself in life



Partners have come and gone

Sanity was almost lost at times

where I dwelt in my own fantasy

Refusing to accept what was real

It cost me a treasured friendship

But I learnt the value of that lesson



For seven years I have not drank

But have suffered the edge of madness

I almost lost this woman, close to me now

She forgave the strangeness in my mind

Now she makes me stronger each day

But the Anniversary in Hell nevergoes away



copyright Chris Smith 2012 (Bearing a tortured soul)

Through the white wilderness
Hunting in knowing hunger
Some slow moving Seal
Will become the next repast

For this Polar region is named
After the mighty Bear that roams
Ursus Maritimus, the Sea Bear
Hunting under the Ursa Major

Never eating during the Summer
Spring or Autumn, the hunting season
Legends on the Arctic dormain
Rulers of the snow and ice

copyright Chris Smith 2012
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At eighteen he could not believe
No one could change his mind
At christianity, he rolled his eyes
Buddism never made he think
Refused to become Wiccan
Never picked up the Bible
Nor tempted by the Koran
For years he was never swayed

No embracing any religion
When they said he'd go to Hell
Well, he never believed anyway
Not wanting to know any God
Laughed at thoughts of a Devil
Lived his life with his family
Even though his children
Grew up to have faith

Now an elderly man in hospital
Alone in a room and dying
A night so dark without stars
When a light shone in the window
He felt tears on his cheeks
Put his hands together
Then he whispered
"Please forgive me".

copyright Chris Smith 2012
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A Daredevil came
Lighting a Green Lantern
Even a Scorpion King
Bowed down in respect
For a fallen comrade
They travelled the Green Mile
Walked the final Whole Nine Yards
In honour and in silence

A Kung Fu Panda
Followed with Cats And Dogs
Crying tears into the night
For a gentle giant
So deeply missed

For no reason he starts screaming
Then begins to hit you
Shouting for no given purpose
He will begin to bite himself

It is then as nothing happened
He plays with an electronic game
Something then will disrupt him
So begins punching himself in the head

He will not wait his turn
Even when others are already speaking
So starts to bite himself once more
Shouting out threatening behaviour

You can never try to tell him off
It will only make him worse
He believes he is only allowed to shout
He will never understand what you say

The throwing of things will then commence
Showing you outrage and anger
Comes up and shouts in your face
Followed by slapping and hitting you

Then it will all suddenly stop
Begins talking nicely to you
Talking non-stop about his cars
He will then put them all in a line

Come and ask for a cuddle
Not even remember what just happened
For an hour or two he talks politely
You dare not try to change the subject

Never try to break his routine
For he will start swearing at you
Everything will start all over again
Because he will never understand change

He even hates his baby sister
Because he needs all the attention
He has no understanding of sharing
Or how to ever show fair play

He is locked away in his own world
Expects everyone to know what he is thinking
He can not even dress himself
But he has a perfect photographic memory

Others will never come to realise
They will only think the worst of him
They call him names behind his back
All because he is a little different

Autistic children may be a challenge
But remember, they are still children
All they need is understanding
So, will you love him?

copyright Chris Smith 2012
For children with Autism/Asperger's Syndrome

She sits alone, with her pain
Her head is hurting once again
These injuries she suffered long ago
They always come to haunt her so
Hurts so bad, she wishes to die
But the only thing she can do is cry

There is nothing anyone can do to help her
This cursed pain will haunt her forever
She sinks with her hands to her head
Agony making her wish she was dead
This pain never seems to go away
Like a nightmare here to stay

So my friend, I will always be here
You need never suffer alone and in fear
You do not have to suffer on your own
No longer do you have to be alone
I know this pain will never end
I care, because I am your friend

Please Santa,

All I want this Christmas is Daddy home
Mommy keeps crying, she misses him
I miss him too, I'm only five years old
He is a soldier and has been away
He has been gone over eight months
Please bring him back, I don't want toys
Last week two men came to the door
They looked very important to me
Wearing uniforms with medals on
Mommy was given a letter and a flag
Not just any flag, one of the country
But when Mommy read the letter
She started crying, she hasn't stopped
Mommy won't tell me what it said
I'm scared I won't see Daddy again
So please Santa, I'm begging you
I don't want anything else
I want you to bring Daddy home

Give me one dance
With the crystal Angel
Someone so beautiful
But so very fragile

Do not hurt her
Such a delicate creature
But never cage her too
For she may shatter

Crystal Angels will shine
In wonderous multi-colour
Flying back towards Heaven
As you keep the memory alive

copyright Chris Smith 2012

Today A World Weeps

Today a world weeps
At a loss of life
I have to ask why
Why **** the children
Why **** the teachers
So near to Christmas
Please cry with me
We lost the future
Maybe a cure for cancer
Maybe a leader of peace
Or an inventor of Time
All now taken away
By a madmans gun
Children are a new generation
To create a new, a better world
Young lives yet to learn, to begin
This Christmas as we celebrate
Families will mourn their loss
Life should be cherished
So let us send prayers
Because all around this world
All religions and all people
Cry with you on this day

When those storm clouds are gathering
As the rain prepares to lash down
The lightening flashes in the sky
Like an angry God throwing thunderbolts
I see a hidden beauty within this world

I see the rivers flowing gently across the great divide
Misty shades of faded grey arising way up high
All the world is aglow with God's lighted bolts
Everything is beautiful once again inside my heart
Peace is found no matter the rain and I am have rest and hope

And even though, through shades of darkness
There are times of a thousand hidden tears
I know that hope rises high for us all
For beauty walks side by side with the beast
We must open up our eyes to embrace it

Embrace the darkness, receive the light with gladness
Knowing those hidden tears will fade away
They will be replaced with joy, forsaking sadness
Never to be forgotten but held in store
Remembered when those new storms roar

A Collaboration by Chris J Smith and Neva Flores 2010

A distant man with distant heart

Kept her, a fallen Angel, in a cage

Never would he let her be seen

But every night he visited her

Entranced by her naked beauty



Fallen from grace I now linger

Utterly spellbound by my captor

Veiled, remaining in the shadows

Untouchable – Quite vulnerable

Entangled, I shall never break free



Her thoughts within his head

He wants to take her, desire her

But afraid to surrender to lust

Always watching her, needing her

This dark Angel of hidden mystery



Clueless I am where this will lead

I can feel from afar a deep longing

Yet, I am mystified with every move

Hoping for a sign to appease my soul

To not have fallen from grace in vain



Oh, how I wish to know his thoughts

If it is not at all a dream within a dream

On the edge I now stand – so insecure

As I tread these waters ever so lightly

Frightened to awaken to a harsh reality



No longer can he resist the urge

Opening the cage and takes her

She does not resist, welcomes him

He penetrates deep into her soul

Both lost in the art of experimentation

She takes all he gives and wants more



Over and over again, they have their way

Never has she surrendered before like this

He cannot match to her satisfaction

As he fears her, the Angel of Death

Knowing she will never age, never die



He knows she longs to keep her

Wanted her forbidden lover,

these emotions are unexpected

He will always be her temptation,

now he leaves but forgets to lock the cage



Never in my darkest of desires did I dare,

surrender in total abandonment of my soul

I long for more, but my captor now eludes me

Should I escape, there shall be no going back

So here, I linger awaiting his return in my arms…



II



In the darkest of my secret desires
It becomes unsettling as time passes
The silence of these days and nights
As I wait, longing for my beloved


I become lost, in a loving memory
Yearning to become alive anew
As only, he can touch my soul
Ever so profoundly, in every touch
Soaring in abandonment – awakened


I cannot envision a life without love
Since the day I have fallen from grace
I was dually blessed and then cursed
As I am alone in the mind’s memoirs
Awaiting the break of unbearable silence


Years have passed him by
His youth seems fading away
Still she is as fresh as before
From the first moment he captured her
Now he watches her from the shadows

Remembers the sweet feel of her flesh,
the sensation of her kisses of nectar
He never locked the cage, she stayed
She yearns for him each and every night
But now he finds himself too afraid

For he is only mortal, she is Eternal
An Angel of Death fallen in love
If only he dared to approach her
Take her now in a fury of lust,
could she still crave this withered shell?


Penetrating the stillness of the night
I can hear a voice, long thought astray
I can feel the blood pulsating in my veins
As I cry out for my beloved to come anew
Even as times passes, nothing has changed


Though my wings have has been clipped
As I had fallen into forbidden temptation
I remain the same, though he has now aged
I care naught for appearances, as in my eyes
It is the pureness of his heart, which lures me


I cannot help but wonder where he dwells
Grasping unto faith, that he shall return
Accepting, with no remorse of what was
Surrendering to this love, I so freely offer
United as one being, forever without end


He dares to approach her once again
Long ago he felt no love in his soul
But she has changed how he once was
An ancient naked body, he now offers
To this beauty that smiles to welcome him


He responds to the gentle touches she gives
Feeling like a young man again, once more
Lovers in this night of forgotten shadows,
daring to surrender to desires of the flesh
Allowing two hearts to be now, as one


Then he feels the agony within his chest
Age has taken a toll for a moment to cherish
He holds her as she trembles, knowing
The last thing he sees are an Angels tears
As in the final moments, he dies in her arms


After waiting for so long, it seems cruel
Befalling such heartfelt sorrow, losing
Once again my beloved, as destiny rules
Fallen from grace, atonement must be paid
Pleading now for redemption for my sins


I know there is no going back to paradise
As I have found heaven, here earthbound
It is now within my power, to make amends
Bestowing my love upon those in dire need
Finding peace in the light of loves true gift


A state of a higher power that takes hold
Ruling now these days, that comes forth
Nevermore in the darkest of my desires,
as I find the strength within to arise anew
In moving on, with all of my heart and soul


Copyright © 1/2013 Lucy Martins/Chris Smith

All poetry by Lucy Martins/Chris Smith are copyright protected by International Copyright Law, the use without written permission is illegal. All Rights Reserved ©

If I walked a thousand miles

Would you greet me with smiles

If I braved the desert heat

Would we ever meet



If I looked deep into your eyes

Would I see where your soul lies

If I came and kissed you today

Would you come take my breath away



If I reached up for a glittering star

Would you come to be with me from afar

If I could only give you the silver moon

Would you run to me very soon



If I ever gave you my very fragile heart

Would you promise to not break it apart

If I was to give you my body to treasure

Would you give me yours with untold pleasure



If I was to ever give all this just to you

Would you tell me what you would do

If is a word that is there and only

Would you leave me being lonely

Towns become empty shells
Hollow shops where nothing sells
Everyone becomes trapped inside
Safer indoors where you can hide
Endless problems with job insecurity

Too many looking work in obscurity
Rich keep taking from the poor
Often they still come looking for more
Unemployed battle just to survive
Battled and down but still alive
Lodging in shelter with the rats
Even if politicians live like fat cats
Decay in a country that was proud

Today and tomorrow, the same black cloud
Innocent and guilty live together
Meeting in clusters lasting forever
Everywhere you turn the future is gone
Stranded like some long forgotten song

Tired soldiers going home
Hope is the road they roam
Each waiting for war to cease

Proud to believe in peace
Ready to return to family
Instead of facing the enemy
Courage becomes their reward
Endless warriors with a sword

One wish for each day to live
Fighting for protection to give

Pressed to use the power of will
Endlessly not wanting to ****
A time for a loved ones kiss
Candles in a window and a wish
Each day is the price of peace

Dear Mr Smith

We can see that you have gone over your limit and it is sometimes unavoidable.

If you can not get back to your limit In the next week please get in contact to see what we can do.

We hope you soon heal your soul and fix the rates of a hurting heart as soon as possible.

There are daily fees of pain and suffering until you manage your account back to happiness.

Thanking you,

Manager at the Bank of Life

Candles once burnt in the night
But a cold wind took their light
I was cast down into damnation
With no hope of finding salvation

No one listened to be heard
A voice speaking without a word
Who could rescue a fallen soul
That could find no place to go

A gothic ghost screaming out
Like some demented Banshees shout
Crawling through the filth of disgrace
Ice cold tears falling on my face

An endless night without stories to tell
Countless doors leading to Hell
Nightmares daring to be my end
Gashing wounds try to offend

I fight back and yell "no more"
Bandage up this festering sore
Stop cutting my soul with this knife
Time to fight in the war of life

Copyright Chris Smith 2013

Lost within the invisible
Misunderstood by doctors
Am I wrong being myself
Playing with a little madness

Normality walks on right by
Never a hello, only ignorance
But I'm a one not to care
Trapped inside a little sadness

I try to talk but nobody listens
A shadow on the ruined wall
A place the Sun never shines
Where they always want to stare

Craziness is my solitary companion
Insanity seems my forbidden fetish
Nobody really tries to see me
In fact, you see, I'm not all there



Copyright Chris Smith 2014
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Skeleton boy
Only has one toy
A piece of skin
That means everything

He took it to school
Which wasn't very cool
He went and misplaced it
No one was able to trace it

He started to cry
But his eyes were dry
Because they are sockets
Which he uses as pockets

Copyright Chris Smith 2011

When Ghost girl comes to call
She walks through the wall
Which can be a shock
If only she used the lock

It must be hard being dead
When she loses her head
She can't take any more
Of staring up from the floor

copyright 2011

Those who enter here
Consumed by the darkness
Where the coldest touch
Finds their very soul
They keep searching
For the heat of humanity
That stays out of reach
So they keep writing
To escape their pain
Embracing unreality

Some live forever
Their immortality claimed
Like some hungry vampire
Seeking their own need
The purpose to exist
Their words flowing
Finding hungry readers
Devouring all that they see
Where the poet is haunted
Releasing their own anxiety

Like those from the past
Writing of ravens and night
A new breed has come
Embraced in torment
Looking for release
Setting free their inner self
Poetry born in flames
Of the forbidden imagination
Forever to be remembered
In the club of the ******

Today I saw you, my son
You had tears in your eyes
Visiting me with your mother
Five years old, my boy
I wanted to hold you
Then you both walked away

Now you are eleven, my son
You have grown so much
Visiting me on your own
Telling me how you missed me
How you wished I was there
Then you turned and walked away

Sixteen and almost a man
I am so proud of you
You want to be just like me
But you promise to always stay
My love is there for you, my son
Then you turned and walked away

Twenty and in your uniform
You joined the army, my son
A soldier as I used to be
Soon you will have to go
You promise you will always return
A rose on my grave, and never walk away



copyright Chris Smith 2012

Shallow can be the soul

For it comes for every man

The heart break that he will find

When he thought everything was right

Only to now be proved to be wrong

And you will have to forget the past



Maybe the heart can still grow

And you can find the light again

To come and ignite your inner self

To learn to forgive and to forget

To let go feelings of desolation

And find feelings of atonement



To forgive others, first forgive yourself

There is always two sides to every story

We can live in our inner judgement

And sometimes the punishment benefits the crime

For sometimes we must move on, because ;

Shallow can be the soul





copyright Chris Smith 2008

Please don't cry
You're not alone
In this world
Feeling so alone

Come with me
Outside the window
The sun shines
Flowers still grow
Sky is blue
Day is smiling
Just for you

Never give up
There is hope
We'll find it
True friends together
Take a look
And you'll see
Beauty is outside

Then look inside
Deep into yourself
The beauty there
They call life
Starts with you


Copyright Chris Smith

Two warriors faced each other
Prepared to fight to the death
Because it was the way it was
Blades ready in the shining sun

Everyone stayed in hiding
Afraid of being caught in the fight
So many innocents had been killed
Because they had got in the way

From nowhere came the young man
Boldly stepping between the two
They seemed ready to slay him
But then the young man spoke

The warriors put away their swords
Each warrior bowed to the young man
Both warriors walked side by side
Never would they fight again

The young man was never seen again
Nobody ever knew what he said
Nobody even knew where he came from
The young softly spoken man called peace


copyright Chris Smith 2012

If the world is a stage
Then life is but a game
Where the acting is rage
So nobody takes the blame

The audience is of war
Watching for their fate
Drifting from shore to shore
Following this theatre of hate

Nothing changes each scene
Where Death awaits us all
Everyone knows what they've seen
But no one calls for an encore

If the world is a stage
With nothing knew to find
Let them act out their rage
I'm looking for peace of mind

My arms are around you
Holding you from behind
Soft kiss to your neck
Followed by the gentle bite

This desire is just for you
A love more powerful now
More stronger than just ***
To hold you next to me

You turn around and face me
My hands tracing your body
Our lips together in a honey embrace
Tongues dancing a Tango of need

We are sharing kisses of desire
Love unites our two hearts
Whispering sweet words together
Waiting to bond our bodies tonight