How is it so that friends come and go
some quick and some slow one minunte their here and the next they have disappeared

We'll all grow apart but only in the heart i wish people could maintain in their brain please don't fight or all this will be ****** right down the drain

And before you know it you cant remember your bestfriends name
this is how friends come and friends go before you know it your alone

Dont you wish friends could just be friends no Competition or jealousy this dont  exist it's just a myth

The word friendship means relationship and trust between people those who say it dont meen it best friend are the ones to stab you in the back and watch you bleed as you fall to your knees
they laugh with glee and trun their back to you and leave as if bestfriends didn't mean anything

Bar tender, pour me another drink
For within this dank pity I wallow
Fill the whiskey full to the brink
So I can drown away my sorrow

Once, I was a man able to keep my cool
Never one for the rage to over take me
But bad times came and made me a fool
I allowed anger to always leave me empty

Come, I want you to fill my glass once again
I will be the one who decide when enough is enough
I want to swallow up when times were good, back then
Because now this life has become much too tough

Then fury visits me and his glass I hurl and smash
Unsteady on my feet I find my way out the door
People try to keep away, as at them I will lash
So now going home, I find myself crawling on the floor

Once inside, I will open another bottle to begin anew
They try to say I have a problem, and they are wrong
I can stop drinking, I can give up this Demon's brew
Because this man is able to stand and be strong

But in reality, I can not sleep for my spirit is weak
I say I need no one, because I fear my own shame
I want to stay drunk, because then I need not speak
I scream at the world when I know that I am to blame



copyright Chris Smith 1998

the buzz stays longer
in the moonlite,
you glow bizarre colors
extravagent gaiety
overcomes us while the crisp outlines blur
and the streetlights
swerve and duck
to our erratic pleasure.
This time,
I will remember our childhood
as we laugh,
I will see us as grandparents
playing in the sand again
with sweet-faced angels
And I will allow myself to exist today.

Another heady day blooms and gathers pace
Spring dawns at 5 a.m. with a gargle and spit in the dark

Big rain drops and falls
Soft blood red wet cherry stones of bath salts
Splayed across my ageing face
Autumn showers then walks

The spiderweb of ragged birdsong feathers and
Threads through the branches
Of just November trees
Autumnal hymnal
Singing through the dying darkness, whispering
Don’t capture the light

And walking jogs thought
Factoring rebuke as Information unwanted  
Proof then reproof
The tarmac fields of youth
Tilled by broken hands with
Broken men mending pipes and wires
Time leaves a presage- a butterfly mark
Autumn leaves their signals sending winter’s mark
Beauty colours death