She never thought her world was real
Each step she took, there came a thrill
She stared out through her window sill
Her pain must heal, her pain must heal. 
 
 
There comes a guy she meets at shop 
His words of love, they did not flop 
She blushed so hard, she could not stop 
Her past she drop, her past she drop. 
 
 
Without a thought she took a chance 
Falling strongly for his deep glance 
Out at the beach, in hand they prance 
All night they dance, all night they dance. 
 
 
He raised her smile and her torn mind 
Her eye's are bare, no longer blind 
Their hearts are one, a timeless find 
One of a kind, one of a kind. 
 
 
She answers to his lonesome call 
No need to wait, no need to stall 
He could not stand to let her fall 
She has it all, she has it all.
 
 
Now so in love there's no more hate 
She starting new with a clean slate 
There shows the light, a happy fate 
Here come love's plate, here come love's plate. 
 
 
Dinner is served with heart's at stake 
He proposed to her by an old lake 
She jumps for joy, his hand she take 
No force can break, no force can break.

©Michael P. Smith

Desire the sound or hope,
deluding minds in darkness.
Daunting through its scope,
deluged no more in tartness.
Elope into the morrow,
envelop me with reason.
Enclose me now in sorrow,
easing against the legion.
Longs for succulent remonstration,
laying waste to ardent night.
Lopsided in spurn demonstration,
languid with delight.
Only now will I protest,
owning nothing less.
Opening now I detest,
one more time to bless.

©Michael P. Smith

As the vanquished follicles of hair are combed by sheer elation
Much is exhumed; disinhumed into the wondrous voluminous light,
Like an opossum playing possum, we can be deeply artful, cunning,
Yet imaginable and stupendous; like a primitive golden crow in flight.
The physical has been constructed, intact with a substratal mental world
Inspiration is needed but often depleted with the conceited wealth its fed,
A mind with such grandilioquence the magniloquence lacks need to unfurl.

Fair lady, raiment of nightly white
Rides off upon her titanium steed.
A buffoon kinesic; heart she lacked.
Fair lady, raiment of nightly white,
Weeps not a tear and turns her back
Baring no regrets for wicked deeds.
Fair lady, raiment of nightly white,
Rides off upon her titanium steed.


©Michael Smith


Inspired by E.E. Cummings