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Those times you hear that doubt
That noise at the back of your mind
It's got you, you're ready to shout
You get that feeling you're left behind

People tell you, you don't know what you do
But you don't listen to what they say
You wonder if it's all going to come true
You know you shouldn't, but you do it anyway

Don't you listen to that Devil on your shoulder
He's going to do you wrong, wrong, wrong
Don't you listen to what that Devil told ya
You got to make yourself strong, strong, strong

Don't you listen to that Devil on your shoulder
He's going to do you wrong, wrong, wrong
Don't you listen to what that Devil told ya
You got to make yourself strong, strong, strong

You find yourself getting into a lot of trouble
It is only what you will make of it
What goes around always will come back double
Sometimes you need a break of it

You know you shouldn't have done what you did
It's way too late for you to have regrets
Lost in your box so you better close that lid
Because life has stopped taking anymore bets

Don't you listen to that Devil on your shoulder
He's going to do you wrong, wrong, wrong
Don't you listen to what that Devil told ya
You got to make yourself strong, strong, strong

Don't you listen to that Devil on your shoulder
He's going to do you wrong, wrong, wrong
Don't you listen to what that Devil told ya
You got to make yourself strong, strong, strong
Lyrics by Chris Smith 2010
Please God, give me one more day.
Before you have to take me away.
So I can do things one last time.
While I am still in my prime.

One day to hold my child.
One day to just run wild.
One day to feel the rain on my face.
One day to be in my lovers' embrace.

One day to sing a favourite song.
One day so I can still be strong.
One day to be with a friend.
One day for my garden to tend.

One day to play one more game.
One day to still say my name.
One day to reflect back on my life.
One day to hold my beautiful wife.

One day so I can strum my guitar.
One day where my dreams go far.
One day and everything stays true.
One day to be able to thank you.

So please God, just give me one more day.
Before you have to take me away.
So I can at last let it be.
And for someone to forever remember me.
This was written on 1st December 2001, on reaction to the death of George Harrison on November 29th 2001. This is my tribute to him.
They came and hurt her again
Left her feeling rejected
Confusion searing her soul


Did she deserve what they did?
Why did they treat her this way?
She only ever tried to do her best

She provided them with everything
They never had to do it themselves
She gave them everything they wanted

Soon they wanted to take a little bit more
They had their own way, even when she protested
Stripped her naked and spat at her beauty

Now she is angry and they felt her rage
She knows they can not control her
But still they persist in their silly ways

Well now, this time she has had enough
This time she will try to make them listen
To know that name of Mother Earth
copyright Chris Smith 2010
Women are all such beautiful creatures
Transfixing us with their sensual features
Beautifully crafted for the eyes of man
We are hynotised by the wiles of a woman

We love the way that you wiggle
Especially that ****, adorable jiggle
And that way you know how to tease
Every man becomes weak at the knees

A lady bewitches us at her own leisure
We become slaves to her very pleasure
For what would we ever do without her
Our species could not go any further

Seeing her in her splender, we rejoice
We respond to the sound of her voice
And with that kiss she will give
It gives us that reason to live

So for women everywhere, we celebrate
For to us very men, you are our fate
We crave to feel your own loving touch
That is why we love you so very much
copyright Chris Smith 2010
Night rain drips from the window
No light in a room of shadow
He left her there, facing her tears
He left her there, living her fears

So she hated thinking of life alone
Used a knife, cutting to the bone
Sits down with no will to resist
Blood like a river from her wrist

The tears have dried, no longer weepy
She closes her eyes, she is feeling sleepy
All the good times come into her head
Now she no longer dreams for she is dead

Night passes into the day time hours
A man comes to the house with flowers
Last night he is sorry if he offended
Unprepared for how those actions ended
copyright Chris Smith 2010
Proud people are you
Born with spirits soaring high
Free forever more
copyright Chris Smith 2010
We walk, side by side, with life.
Not knowing in which direction,
Not sure where it is taking us.
Of which way we have to turn.

We seem to be travelling that bridge,
Far above the waters of Time.
The further we keep crossing,
The narrower that bridge becomes.

What is that destination that awaits us?,
Will we ever reach the other side, in the end?.
That is a question that lays here, unanswered.
As this bridge becomes more uneven, the further we go.

There will come that day when we run out of space,
Where we can go no further on this journey.
We will come to that corner where we are trapped,
There will be no way across that splintered edge.
copyright Chris Smith 2010
Restless dreams of endless nights;
Blinded eyes to beautiful sights.
Forever drifting in darkened space;
Never touching with a gentle trace.

Unsaid words from an unspoken voice;
Decisions undecided without a choice.
A lingering kiss without any emotion;
Feelings going unfounded without devotion.

Paintings on walls that are passed on by;
Grey clouds above in a once blue sky.
Books never opened and thus, never read;
Forgotten lore from a time now dead.

A broken man, sitting in the corner, crying;
Once a poet, but now the skills are drying.
Thoughts now burning, like a glowing ember;
We must never turn to dust, always remember.
copyright Chris Smith 2010
I feel so alone
Alone inside my head
Nobody really understands
Just how I feel

I feel so alone
My feelings are misled
Like a thousand strands
Is it all unreal?

I feel so alone
No one to talk to
Nowhere I can go
Don't ask me why

I feel so alone
Problems to walk through
Does anybody know?
Inside I cry

I feel so alone
I can not cope
Help me, please!
I can no longer wait

I feel so alone
At the end of my rope
Life is just a tease
Now it is too late




Copyright © Chris Smith 2016
Trouble came calling today
Bringing rack and ruin
Tried to push them away
But there was nothing doing

So conscience dropped by
Attempting to make it nice
Said all I had to do was try
If only took this little advice

Think of the good things
And save it for later
See what your heart brings
If you save it for later

Rain clouds gathering in the mind
The whole world is going black
I seem lost and nowhere to find
That right road going back

So the Sun wanted to shine
To melt away depressive ice
Told me everything will be fine
If only I took this little advice

Think of the good things
And save it for later
See what your heart brings
If you save it for later
Copyright © Chris Smith 2014
Me
They said,  "you're not a poet"
"You don't write about love"
"About beauty and harmony"
"You should write with a quality of light"

I replied, "what about the pain"
"The torment within the soul"
"The expression to feel rejected"
"For l see light through darkness"

They said, "You have no meter"
"Your words lack any rhyme"
"You should write with rhythm"
"That is what poetry is about"

I replied, "I am a reflection"
"I can not be anything else"
"My words come from my mind"
"For my poetry is about.......me"
Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
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