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

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

As I see you my queen
Each day and yonder
I am soothed, very much graced
At your angelic presence
I see your face
And everything's new again
I am delighted to be..
Upon your golden threshold
Each second I'm away
I am missing you terribly
Your beauty grows daily
Every morning I awake to you
The effect you leave with me
Has me feeling like old times
As though they've never left
The second we fell in love
You stir up feelings I never knew
Just like our first meeting
As we grow in age and love
The feeling of newness
Has undoubtedly never left
I remember as our first kiss
Comforted my eager being.
And each time after that
Feels exactly the same
As the beginning
The first time, everytime.
Every time I hold you
My mind rewinds to that time
That day flashes within my mind
Nothing has changed
When love meets its completion
That resting memory is awakened
Over and over again
Times have become older
But still seems younger
Each time we're together
It gets better and better
Like a bed made of tulip petals
Your love is tender and smooth
Our years will someday catch us
But even when that day cometh,
It will always be, like the first time..

©Michael P. Smith

The road to truth has many  immure & acquiescent turns
Many tough battles with fire has left marks from many burns
Gruesomely the darkest hours of life are in the nugatory lies
The state of mind conforms with with deception as it so complies
It repeats on and on in the wild confines of a diabolical sequel
Its seems life is so riddled with impractical & daunting ways
People with poisoned minds, so narcissistic & shameful as it stays
To intersect with a soul of opulent  loyalty & truth is seldom & blessed
But the severity of impeccability & prevarication having a fine line,
is a realization so strongly stressed... 
 
©Michael P. Smith

This bottle,
its bones creak
like mine
with each step,
from here and there
and back again.
No matter the sweet
alcoholic chatter,
even upon a third leg
with every guzzle.
Amidst each passing,
euphoric hour
our bones connect
it, me,
together becoming one
with dear life
as we,
both tenderly age
the same,
within a release
of a ******
intimately graced,
aboard the confines
toted highly
ascension into,
a solemn
intoxicated heaven.
Mirrored in sweet
delectable togetherness
interwoven tightly
of harmonious,
chardonnay shadows...

©Michael P. Smith

Misty winds, perilous deeds,
smeltering sun, wandering needs,
easily breakable moments, brittle
as cold glass, empty heart within
why cant my insignificance pass,
deep sighs, strong murmurs, straining of
the pressure as my stress slowly hurdles,
red moon, blood-filled skies, daggers piercing
my eyes as the passion cries, When does it end?
Where do my thoughts lead? So vacant inside
myself I just proceed with greed, lost in the mind,
filled with heavy glitches, somebody pick me up
before i lose my britches, demons surround me
all the time, I truly need relief, a new lease on life,
no longer can handle the grief or pain from the strife,
God has my ticket, considered truly my spiritual guider,
trying to seek the light, the heavenly hole spreads wider,
my mind getting clearer, im delivered from the corrupt,
no longer deminished inside, released from fate so abrupt...

©Michael P. Smith

She often walked amidst the shore
In breezy weather or in fair
Now my love will stroll no more,
Nor shall wind play with her hair.


I even knew not of her name
As she stumbled upon me that day
That wild love I could never tame,
All the same, I thought she'd stay.


I lost her, my love, to the placid sea
Her footsteps fading slowly & calm
Only if the waves return her to me,
So we may walk again palm in palm.

©Michael P. Smith