S Smoothie

S Smoothie Dec 2015

The language of love
Is not intricate,
not the tracings of love notes in the sand
Nor the filigree in the swirls of seduction
The fine details of romance soon fade
These are subterfusions
For withering hopes
The language of love
Is honest and raw
As painful as it is sublime
Holds no words
And tells no lies
Tethers gently while letting go
And for us,
untranslatable
Because we don't speak anymore.
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S Smoothie Dec 2015

Let it go...

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The peace finally settles begrudgingly,
Wrestled down by logic
a restless defiant twitch still huffing under its breath lingers
I force my self to bestow the usual cruelty,
Indifference.

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My mind is now my own.
Dissertations written at lighting speed across my mind scape
Once flashing dire warnings, fade.

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I breathe deeply...
It's time for me to unfurl, lay myself out like a star
And soak in the glorious day
Melt away the furrows and deep valleys of concern
And focus on a bright future of freedom and whimsy romance

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Who the **** am I kidding?
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S Smoothie Dec 2015

The Phoenix knows when...

She came to me in the eyes of a child
Blazing a warning!
shelling out new hopes as if they were endless
She flood my veins with a burning sense of invincibility
Clarity stricken,
the glug of decomposing viscous opaqueness
Melts into warm throbs
flushed with the fluidity of vinegar in saline truths
Death is a fools comfort,
A nothingness in mind, body and soul.
I caught a light
Seered into renewal
Though the birth of a new day
With new hopes
A new vision
A future so bright
burning with beauty
She has once again baptised my eyes
With a new fight
Written in all the colours of light.

S Smoothie Dec 2015

Morbidly Nonplussed in the original sense.

Numb. Lost. Depleted.
Hollow victories pile themselves around me
The casualties strewn across my hopes
I am one of them
Dead eyes watch eager crows picking
I can't see anything but the end.
There's no struggle left in these veins
I wonder of the phoenix
So often pulling my soul back from the ether
No where...
Still I watch from the corners of my eyes
For her blazing beauty
Even knowing my unworthiness
I catch a beat of hope
Only to watch it fade
through milky coalgulations
The Stiffening crawls
I wait,
Steeling myself for the impending darkness

S Smoothie Nov 2015

Islam is bleeding.

The time is comming
all muslims will be pushed out of their western suburban lives. The mass forced exodus will begin. Pushed out of thier homeland pushed back in and doubled. I see devastation on the massess. There are too many western countries. Too many peoples to even lay a debt big enough. 140 souls compared to billions, 5000, to billions in all a nothing. 1.2million lost each year to car accidents alone and nothing changes. Death is inevitable. Many live it every day. Desensitization to humanity will transform the tender compassion into concrete perceptions of evil. The big business boys will still be big business boys. The poor and the innocent are the only to suffer. When the final division is made
The darkness will win. The peace of Islam completely shattered. For now Islam bleeds as the Christian Matyrs sing hallelujah Jesus is coming! for now is the end of days. The good suffer at the hands of evil as the custom demands and we count each martyr separated by denomination and none wrong. But none right.
Peace must reign as will the truth. We must all stand together in the face of every desperate act. For in the lack of love only the devil wins. The creator so loving watches as we do what we will with our God given free will.

S Smoothie Nov 2015

If i could just...

Desolate days and endless nights pass extraneously slow
Broken by intermittent episodes of almost breaking through
to Suddenly plummeting into the abyss of darkness
plucked up and tossed about by hell beasts
Dropped and swooped upon
in a sickening game of amusement
leaving suddenly, only to return
before the heartbeats settle
Living on the edge of destruction
Closed in
paranoid delusions make themselves at home
Like fleshy entities adding credibility to my vile suspicions
I trust them,
more than I trust myself.
I'm still here though in some reasonable fashion
Watching the carnage fall
I know it's not real, but the cards are falling
I see the flashes of what could be
As they turn over and over never seeming to land
This is the unknown.
The fear of losing control
Funny thing fear,
What it has the power to do
Even funnier is,
I know all this
And still I feel
there's nothing I can do.

S Smoothie Nov 2015

The way things go

As the stresses of the day wear on,
My furrowed brow tucked firmly in pensive thought,
My back torn open from the malicious whips of jealous competition
Lips pursed tight,
chest groaning with slivers of painful angst
Mind racing foul
I carry my heavy load yoked firmly home
I walk through that familiar door
bright eyes burning with warm welcome seer through me
my furrows are swept away
tension easing,
I unfurl as you  rise to greet me,
Warm smiles contagiously leap on to my gaunt expression
tender lips move so gently over my  mine
softening every hash word passed through them,
My chest unclenches releasing butterflies from thier  paranoid chains
Warm arms brush away the stings of the days warfare
Relief washes through me
My armour falls away
As my soul tucks tightly into you
A whisper from my heart releases
'I'm home'.

Love you xo

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