I can recognize that sound,
The aching whispers that bubble out of a million starving souls
As their bodies wilt back into the earth.

Can you hear it,
The parroted anguish of these once-bright spirits?

It could appear that our generation is lost,
Caught up in the romantic notions of wanderlust and self,
Distancing ourselves as we cry out and clutch the echoes.

Will you listen as they confess their sins,
Drawn kicking and screaming from their throats?

She comes, and she goes but she never stays
She looks, she smiles, but she never speaks.
I look at her; she is a beauty of forever,
She brightens the way like a shining star.
She walks like a snake sweetly,softly and silently
her open hair flying in the open air
I know, does she know?
What a beauty she can make!

Have we lost you?
Your distant stare and shallow voice seem to
find you elsewhere.
Where else could you be?
Who else could you be?

We live through eyes with glass walls.
And when your glassy eyes twinkle,
my grinning forehead wrinkles;
you speak, but your eyes,
they sing to me.

Matter can never be destroyed
it can only be found again.
So however you choose to live and
lose yourself in the earth,
I will always find your eyes in spring.

I am a sinner
And I know I'm going to sin again
Lord forgive me
For the things I don't understand
You are the one and only
That can heal and deliver me
My trust and faith is in you
It is thou word that can help me see
I have doubted you long ago
Even spoke of your name in vain
I can not blame my youth
I was aware and completely sane
Of my words and actions
I was brought up in your word
You know my heart Lord
I was clear of all that I had heard
But what did you do?
Regardless, you have forgiven me
Of all the sins I have committed
Your truth had set me free
Time after time
You have shown me your work
Giving me endless blessings
Despite me sometimes being a ****
If I have not thanked you enough
Here, I present my gratefulness
You have done so much for me
Ridding me of my distastefulness
Now whether I speak or think,
You know my choice of words
My every wonder, every thought
All of my deep adjectives and verbs
Nothing gets by you
Not one gesture or a lie
You spot each blink of the eye
And every yawn and mournful sigh
My God my God
It is thee whom I give all my praise
Upon each morning I awake
To you I stand as my hands raise
Giving you the glory
For breathing the breath of life
Through the passage of my lungs
Your blessings upon me are so rife
So by me feeling this way
I will continue to follow you Lord
Giving you much deserved honor
Living by your unbeatable sword
To all who deny your word
I cry and pray for their souls
To one day see the light
Before the final cards fold...







© Michael P. Smith

I'm going in there,

the box is locked, but I've been feigning,
shouldering off opportunities,
tormenting
how you lie, how;
you
are too ****
      good,
      too **** sweet,
      for me.

still,
take me with you, please.

how do you manage to,
or, how do I delude myself as,
to get to the matter at hand:
i want
every
last brushstroke
of your co-ordinate skin
surface patch union
in a quilt of
frail, tendre, beauteous,
branching, distant
expansions.
but you're here,
            no mind.

ok, so:

you're a forest fire in my
eyes when
I simply glaze through
your
al-
a-
ba-ster domain,

where your heart sits,
still,
contorted,
left, chinese-puzzled, by a boy you, still,
could never hate.

{nobody ever hates anyway, truly} maybe.
{nobody ever loves anyway, truly} I guess I have proof, otherwise.

And I, well,
I could never not love everything.
Whatever it is, makes up you.

if i could leave you behind, trust me i would.
every day i think about it and wish that i could.
but you're just as toxic as the drugs we take,
and when you're not near me, i start to shake.
hopelessly addicted to the man who tears me down,
i want to push you away, but i keep you around.
tormenting myself, believing you could not survive
if i was not around to hold you when you cry
and you tell me things that i want to believe
and i let myself because i hope you won't deceive.
but truth be told, you're a liar and a cheat
and my obsession with you is something i must beat.
you were fine without me all the years before
so i must make myself, somehow, walk out this door.

please stop trying to stop me.