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Friday, 31 December 2010

Everything I Touch

You think you know this darkness?
To look deep into the blackness?
I've seen it far too many times
And always paid for my crimes
I know I let you down once again
Holding your patience, counting to ten
But I am a complicated beast of a man
Hurting you was never part of the plan
I only wish that you could only see
That even I don't even know me
You are the one who stays strong
Whilst everything I touch goes wrong

I wish I could change what has past
Stop living my life in this bomb blast
You are far more better than me
A man who is left feeling too empty
I pray you know how much I love you
But how much more can you forgive what I do?
I keep upsetting you, with too much hurting
I don't blame you if you're now deserting
I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to go
That would be my curse, that I know
You are the one who stays strong
Whilst everything I touch goes wrong



copyright Chris Smith 2010

Thursday, 30 December 2010

Dollars Turned To Dimes

When nothing is going right
This world is getting you down
You have forgotten the good times
So things seem to be too tight
You feel you are thrown out of town
Just like having dollars turned to dimes

The mirror reflection is cracked
Broken thoughts in the mind
The few seems to be the many
That spirit now is so lacked
No hope left for you to find
Just like having pounds turned to pennies

But there is something out in somewhere
Because tears can be turned into smiles
You can turn nothing into anything
Give some comfort needing to share
Take one step against the miles
Hold on to that belief in something



copyright Chris Smith 2010

Wednesday, 29 December 2010

My Racing Heart

She is like the sunshine
A warm touch to my skin
She is so very valuable
She means everything

I wish I could be stronger
Able to listen to my head
Sometimes I never hear
Those things my heart said

She has waited for so long
And still my feet are frozen
Unable to make that move
I am the one she has chosen

My racing heart is beating
Beating for her so much
My racing heart is beating
Needing to feel her touch

She is the purest Angel
She is made all of gold
I would dare anything
Just for her to hold

Why am I too stubborn?
When I should be there
Embracing in her sweet kiss
Embracing in this love to share

I know I have to tell her
To say how much I love her
I know I have to be braver
Because we should be together

My racing heart is beating
Beating for her so much
My racing heart is beating
Needing to feel her touch



copyright Chris Smith December 29th 2010

Sunday, 26 December 2010

Time To Go

Ancient eyes view faded photograghs
Remember days condemned to the past
Of happier times of so very long ago
When youth allow these wery bones
To run with the love of a beating heart

He misses her, every second of every day
Ten years to the time she had to leave him
Taken by God, and he has been alone since
But he wonders why God is taking so long
So he can once again be with the one he loves

He always hears her voice, hears her laughter
She even comes to visit him in his dreams
No matter how dry his aged skin may feel
There are always tears in her memory
He is getting tired, so very tired

Then she is there holding his weathered hand
Looking as beautiful as when they first met
Pulling to his feet and he feels so young again
Dancing into the light, two lovers reunited
Leaving behind the life he has no more


copyright Chris Smith December 26th 2010

Saturday, 25 December 2010

Christmas Tears

Can you hear the jingle of bells?
Hear the blessings and the noels
Reaching out with joy for all
In homes everywhere, presents in the hall
Still there is another side we never see
Those neglected children, with stockings empty
Many are in places they should never be
All too many, homeless, too true sadly
So spare a thought for children so needy

Tiny boys and girls that are too hungry
Each of us will celebrate, and never know
Anything about young tears that grow
Remember your young ones, safe and protected
Sadly, there are young children rejected




copyright Chris Smith Xmas day 2010



There is always another side to Christmas we never see.

Thursday, 23 December 2010

Made For Love

Bring together two people
Connected through all time
Destinied to one day meet
To come together as one

Separate lives full of pain
Both have faced heartache
Been broken and forgotten
Cast out by those from before

An accident brings them together
In the same place at the same time
A polite word spoken with shyness
And a smile given, they leave apart

He wonders what she is doing tonight
Wishing he had shared his number
She thinks of him in her dreams
Wondering where he comes from

Once again they meet, by chance
This time he asks her for dinner
Years on they still remember
How they were made for love


copyright Chris Smith 23rd December 2010

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Liquid Skies

Liquid skies come washing down
Sheltering under rainbow bridges
Diamond rain drops hit the ground
Golden umbrellas by sea blue ridges

Sun beams dance across the sky
Making the giant oak crack a smile
Little ants play in the purple grass
They walk an inch or a mile

A little pink bird sings her song
For the listening flowers to hear
The moon salutes the silver clouds
As the stars secretly begin to appear


copyright Chris Smith 2010

Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Running To Nowhere

Silent runner across midnight sands
The moon glows with silvery strands
Spreading to touch the crashing waves
On a sea of a million sailors graves

Now washing the footprints away
As he runs towards the city
Never daring to run in light of day
Going nowhere with strange oddity

Now heading down empty streets
With black corners of the night
Never fearing those he meets
People who are afraid of the light

No one asks where is he going to
Because no one knows he is there
A lonely highway he runs onto
Heading off into the middle of nowhere



copyright Chris Smith 21st December 2010

Between A Wall And A Bottle

Come, sit at this table
Share a drink with me
And I will tell you my tale
Of how I came to be here

That's it, fill up your glass
The whiskey burns at first
But you get used to the taste
Funny, it never blocks the pain

I fell in love, with a maiden beauty
We gave in to our own hearts
Never knowing we would fall in love
Never knowing we would lose our souls

She gave me everything, gave me her heart
But, I fear, I left her with pain and torment
Why?, because I could not surrender to her
I was unable to escape from my own wall

Let me explain, please have another glass
We build emotional walls to hide behind
Believing we can knock them down
Alas, the higher the wall, we are trapped

I left her trying to reach me over mine
This damned wall wouldn't let me free
So, I fear, she has left me alone
Trapped between a wall and a bottle

Never let yourself be blocked in, my friend
Or you will suffer forever just like me
Go home, tell her how much you love her
And knock your damned wall down



copyright Chris Smith December 21st 2010

Monday, 20 December 2010

I Don't Care

I don't care this World keeps spinning
Turning me around, day after day
It keeps on going, keeps on rotating
It can't take this heartache away

I don't care if the birds keep on singing
Their song means nothing to me
They carry on, always with their song
I hear only a sound, because I am empty

I don't care if the heart is still beating
And the brain still is thinking
They say the body will just stay strong
Well, into misery this body is sinking

I only care I lost my soul, she has gone
Because I couldn't find the right time
The past keeps playing its' old tricks
I am left like the poem without a rhyme




copyright Chris Smith December 20th 2010

Far From Home

She is far away from home
Working hard, tries her best
No time to find what she needs
To allow herself to seek love

A thousands miles from family
She passes the hours, everyday
Never finding time to rest
Being lonely hurts her most

She refuses the offers coming her way
Not wanting just one night of passion
Then facing another empty, cold bed
At least she still believes in dreams

She never asked to be this way
Coming here, working a low wage
But there was no money back home
And she thought things would be better

So the hours pass, going home so alone
A home which is not there in her heart
Because her heart stays in another land
In that place she was born years ago

All she needs is someone to hold her
Show her how special she can be
To be there each night she comes back
To make her feel cherished once more


copyright Chris Smith 2oth December 2010

Sunday, 19 December 2010

Something Is There

Shadows paint slowly across these walls
Like cold fingers that reach out to touch
Creeping like some spectre come calling
As the light seems, slowly to fade away
Seemingly to abandon itself, to the dark

The mind starts to play strange tricks
Was that a sound from somewhere behind?
Could that have been the faintest of whispers?
The shadows have gone, darkest comes calling
The heat of a dead day gives in to the cold night

Somewhere outside, an owl hoots, shivers begin
The stairs creak as if in protest of hours gone
The rain starts, and taps rapidly at the window
Then the wind screams out with a mournful howl
The blankets never seem to keep out that icy embrace

Sleep fails to visit, and the night stills has that fear
Too afraid to attempt to switch on the light
Too scared to stop that groaning door that sways
Imagination is gripping with nightmarish visions
Surely that was not laughter under the bed

But weary eyes take their toll, hours have passed
Nothing has happened, and all seems to be safe
Until the thunder comes crashing down hard
And the lightening flashes like hellish fire
Under the covers, to block out the terror

Peaking out, with the trembling of hands
Something is there, standing in the corner
Within the darkest part of the room
Watching, as if a predator studying prey
This is no fogged impression of a dark dream

But just as quickly as this fiendish entity appeared
Now it is gone, no remainder that it ever had been
That feeling is there, knowing that it had been real
Sleep finally takes you into a dreamless slumber
Morning light has come, the shadows will return


copyright Chris Smith 19th December 2010

Friday, 17 December 2010

America

Almighty God stands his station
Marking hope for this great nation
Eagles are soaring up high
Reaching out into the tallest sky
In dreams of cities all around
Climbing high from majestic ground
America preserves the fabulous dream



copyright Chris Smith 17th December 2010

England

Each man and woman stand tall
Never allowing themselves to fall
Great things with each new aspect
Leaving more to follow in respect
All in glory as it was once before
New beginnings coming to the shore
Deep down there always is an England




copyright Chris Smith 17th December 2010

Thursday, 16 December 2010

Depths Of Indecision

Falling into depths of indecision
Where once there was redemption

Feeling this moment come to freeze
As I am falling, falling to my knees

Life continues to mock, laugh at me
Taking away hope, left feeling empty

The past comes creeping, crawling
Causing dark words that are scrawling

So age comes running, giving his test
This aching body, I fear I detest

Relapsing into an unknown thought
Stripping me of all I was taught

Doubt comes with nothing to save
Taking me one step closer to the grave

Where once there was redemption
I keep falling into depths of indecision



copyright Chris Smith 16th December 2010

Wednesday, 15 December 2010

Croatia

Come to Zagreb, the capital city
Reaching out with its great history
Open Å¡ljivovica, a good tasting wine
And other delicious ones just as fine
Take a journey to Rijeka port today
In Croatia, you will want to stay
Always welcoming you to visit



copyright Chris Smith 2010

South Korea

Seoul is a beautiful city
Often alive in ancient simplicity
Ulsan, Gangwon and other places
Take you to a land, nature traces
Hyeonchung-il, remembering that day

Kindred souls passed on their way
Over the sea is this special land
Reaching out to take you by the hand
Even though this ocean is far apart
All this land will greet you with its' heart

 


copyright Chris Smith 13th December 2010

Breathe The Rain

If you breathe the rain
You can smell my tears
When you live the pain
Then you feel my fears

Please close the door
Keeping the World out
Push my mouth to the floor
So I can no longer shout

The window is smashed
Someone had to throw a stone
My spirit has been dashed
It has left me all alone

I know I make no sense
My mind is in a different place
All of this bitter pretence
Has disappeared without a trace

All work with no chance to play
Leaves you going a little bit insane
Clouds are here because the Sun went away
So all you can do now is breathe the rain

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010 (somewhere in a room in my mind)

One Day (Ode To George)

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 same 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.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Your Wicked Game

You never tell me your name

I play your wicked game

You tempt me and you tease me

You take me and you please me



With your red lips and alluring smile

You know how to get me for awhile

You got me, we can do anything

I am going to be your play thing



It is hypnotic the way you move

The erotic way that is your groove

I know it's wrong, the things we do

I know that I have to have you



Your passion is so damned strong

I will desire you all night long

I will do things I never knew I could

Any style I want, I know you would



Well girl, this lust is never spent

On you, my passion will be pent

On the bed, the wall, table or the floor

You know I am coming back for more




copyright Chris Smith 2005

You Stole My Heart

You stole my heart away from me
You gave yours back in return
You went to where we were meant to be
Showed me love I had come to learn

You keep my heart and keep it secure
Take me to places I have never been
When we make love, together we are pure
You show me things that I have never seen

You stole my heart and you made it good
You helped find the words that I write
You look after my heart the way you should
You seduce me in the glow of candle light

You keep my heart, so close, next to you
I touch your breast and feel your heart beat
So many times I wanted this moment to be true
Together we are lovers and we are complete

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

Yesterdays Tears

I no longer face the day

Embracing a night that nears

Tomorrow seems so far away

Still living yesterdays tears



I can no longer forgive to forget

Giving a voice that nobody hears

There is no comfort as the Sun sets

Still living yesterdays tears



I am no longer able to escape the past

The mist in my mind never clears

Nothing good ever seems to last

Still living yesterdays tears



I can no longer see any point

I am lost in these hidden fears

Secret pain like a broken joint

Still living yesterdays tears

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

Write It All Down

I am trying to stay strong
Trying to make time go quick
Things keep on going wrong
This life is making me sick

It's all work and never any play
They say money isn't everything
But there are so many bills to pay
You are left without anything

The pain keeps increasing now
I'm afraid it has got me beat
I try blocking it out somehow
Wish I could rest these aching feet

I wish I could shout and say "Fuck it all"
But I am afraid, that isn't really me
I feel down, I'm ready to fall
This depression is making me empty

Poetry, and my lady keep me going
Without them I would be locked away
In my head the winds are blowing
It is hard making it through the day

I am not alone, I know there are others
More feeling like me, out there
Fellow sufferers, my sisters and brothers
Together in this despair that we share

So when in your troubles you seem to drown
Take up the pen, take it to the paper, my friend
Release the tension, write it all down
It will help, it feel better in the end

I will be in her arms, I will be with her soon
She lifts up my spirits, she is my reason why
She is my warming Sun to my cold Moon
She is the reason I have to try

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010

Monday, 13 December 2010

Wrapped In The Wings Of An Angel

She comes to me with love

Keeps me safe in her arms

She shines for me so brightly

In my darkness she is my beautiful star

When I am with her she holds me

I am wrapped in the wings of an Angel



I never want to lose her now

I have found her and I am here to stay

To kiss her lips takes me to Heaven

To feel her touch is like magic

And when I feel her arms around me

I will be wrapped in the wings of an Angel



You came to me when I needed you most

Gave me love when I thought my heart was lost

You showed me a purpose in life again

You gave me hope to start to love

And when you are close to me

Then I am wrapped in the wings of an Angel

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

Would You

Would you tell me how you feel

Would you touch me and feel real

Would you move your hand below

Would you move it nice and slow



Would you go down and lick

Would you let your tongue flick

Would you swallow it whole

Would you taste it flow



Would you want to be on top

Would you move and never stop

Would you feel me deep inside

Would you let me come and slide



Would you want us to overload

Would you allow me to explode

Would you let me stay in there

Would you, would you dare

 



copyright Chris Smith 2008

Worth The Wait

He crossed the river to her

With love to deliver to her

He had been away too long

But in his heart love was strong



She had been waiting for ever

Would have waited in stormy weather

For he was deep in her heart

Even when so long apart



He has a surprise to bring

Worked hard to buy a wedding ring

The reason he went away

To make this her special day



Over head the eagles soar

The lovers are together once more

Being with him she can anticipate

Because she knows it was worth the wait

 



copyright Chris Smith 2005

Words To Tell

Sometimes I have to ask a question

To here the answer I need to hear

To know someone feels the same

And not to leave me standing here



I am still waiting, wanting your reply

Or am I just destinied to feel alone

Wanting someone special, someone close

Wanting no longer to be on my own



So I took a bottle, threw my message in the sea

Watched the waves take the bottle far away

So time passed, and I stayed and I waited

An endless number of bottles came back today



So many souls feel the cold isolation as I do

They need the warmth and love to feel as well

If I knew you loved me, If I knew you really cared

Please let me know, love me with words to tell

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

Words Across The World

Words across the World

Shared together in unity

I give to my fellow man

For us to live in harmony



Be you black or white

Listen to what my words say

We are all equal as one

Each and every day



Join every man and woman

Every child out there too

Spread this message out

Let it begin with me and you



To live in love and respect

We are all sister and brother

Peace shall be our salvation

We will all join with each other

 



copyright Chris Smith 2009

Woe Is Me

Woe is me
What have I seen
The damned dog peed
All over my DVD machine

Woe is me
And twice woe
I lost my balance
And I stubbed my toe

Woe is me
It just isn't fair
I looked in the mirror
And saw I'm losing my hair

Woe is me
I hate my life
I came home and found
The milkman run off with my wife

Woe is me
I chased a mouse
Knocked over the electric fire
The curtains caught light and burnt down the house



copyright Chris Smith 2010

Within This Mask

We hide behind our masks

Thinking all is alright outside

No one ever really asks

Of how you really feel inside



Depression plays another trick

I can feel the misery start to swell

Twists in my stomach make me sick

But I try to hide it and to never tell



My sanity will just wear another face

So I can try and come and fit in

Inside I am feeling out of place

I feel dark thoughts when I'm sitting



Those terrible memories never go away

I only find another emotional mask to wear

A different face to put on every single day

Because this fucking depression stays there





copyright Chris Smith 2005

Sunday, 12 December 2010

Witch Craft

In the Witching hour she is coming

I burn for her like I have a fever

This desire is for her to take

her spell on my heart has been cast

Let her show me the wicked way of life

Show me how to be a Demon in the night



Her eyes are always looking in my head

She will take me to that forbidden delight

And soon that hour is going to strike

That is when the magic will come alive

To take my soul and give me secret destiny

I will sweat when she touches me tonight



She is here and I see that fire within her dark eyes

They are alight and ablaze with what is on her mind

She takes me away from the cruel reality of this World

When the day light is here, she will then be gone

Back in that hidden darkness of a Witching art

I will be waiting for Witch Craft to come this night

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

Wild Rose

My love, you are my wild rose
For I will never try to tame you
A wild passion like the wind blows
I love all the things you do

My wild rose, you are always free
I am lost within your tempting smile
Showing all your naked ambition to me
A willingness that always has style

Like a wild rose, you can never be tamed
You have a love that will always grow strong
And everything you do, you can never be blamed
Take me with you for we can do no wrong




copyright Chris Smith 2009

Wicked

Tempt me with black cherry lips

I see that twinkle in your eye

Tease me when you sway your hips

Touch me as you walk me by



You are wicked, I love your way

You are wicked, you can lead me astray

You are wicked, I want you to stay

You are wicked, I need you to play



You dress to tempt my soul

Your bed is soft with lace

Take me where I want to go

Lead me into that dark place



You are wicked, to me you are divine

You are wicked, take me over the line

You are wicked, everything will be fine

You are wicked, and you are mine

 


copyright Chris Smith 2008

Why Can't I Have A Cake?

Why is the sky blue?
Why are you so tall?
Why do birds fly?
Why can't I have a cake?

Why are kittens cute?
Why do you go to work?
Why have I got to go to bed?
Why can't I have a cake?

Why won't you let me watch cartoons?
Why do I have to have a bath?
Why is Superman not real?
Why can't I have a cake?

Why have I got to be quiet?
Why shouldn't I ask why?
Why am I annoying you?
Thank you Daddy for my cake.

 


copyright Chris Smith 2010

Whom Am I

Whom am I ever to judge a man

By the deeds in life that he has done

To pass judgement on what has began

To cast any sins on the father or the son



Whom am I to open my mouth and ever say

What in this world is wrong or is right

To cause scorn and have the right to make pay

Because what I believe is dark may well show light



Whom am I to ever say how anyone should live their life

Be it living with the same gender or whoever is their mate

I have no right to tell a man who he should have as a wife

Or turn my back on a good friend until it is too late



Whom am I to judge a book by what is on the cover

For I am in no sure way what you call a perfect man

I am not a fighter, I am only a poet and a lover

I am not a hero or villian but stand up only as human

 




copyright Chris Smith 2006

Saturday, 11 December 2010

Who Cares

Who cares

If we live or die

Who dares

To even try



Who cares

In all we do

Who shares

To try to be true



Who cares

To look inside

Who stares

To see what we hide



Who cares

If we die in the fight

Who bears

The arms of the might



Who cares

what love goes through

Who really cares

You do

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

Whispers On The Wind

I hear the whispers on the wind
The calling in the dark of night
I listen to what the voices say
Telling stories of lives faded away
They seem to vanish come day light
Once again taken away on the wind

It is the gathering of past souls
Of those that have gone long before
Who once lived in a life to tell
But then came darkness and they fell
Now taken to the distant shore
Leaving behind the living like past souls

I hear them speak to me and I weep
Wanting to be heard one final time
Contacting me as they say goodbye
Fading voices, as into Heaven they fly
Then I see their shadow moving as to mime
Soon they are gone and for them I weep

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010

Whispers

I can hear them, hear the whispers.

I feel them, leaving me out in the cold.

I wish they knew me, of how I feel.

But I fear I am just a victim of rumours.

Falling to the untruths and bitter words.



I can not stop them, they are the whispeps.

They are what make civilizations crumble.

They are the fall of the greatest men.

No power can stop them, can destroy them.

We will be victims, for we are always judged.



Listen to it now, hear the terror of whispers.

As they spread unneeded racist slurs.

It spreads and consumes like an inferno.

Destroying everything that lies in it's path.

For everyone believes a spreading tidal wave.



I have fallen, I have been murdered by whispers.

They came in the middle of the night to take me away.

They smothered me and then I was swallowed whole.

Now just a shadow that passes unnoticed on by.

Whispers were the down fall, careless whispers told.

 


copyright Chris Smith 2010

Where Can they Play?

A great man once sang
"Where do the children play" ?
I listened to his words as they began
Of what he had to say

Used to be able to be safe in a yard
This world was never one to fear
Now mothers are always on their guard
They have to keep their little ones near

Turn your back, just for one moment
Will your child then be gone?
This is not the world God meant
It all seems to be wrong

I know of those fiends that use a cigarette
As a way to stop a child's cry
It seems to happen all the time, and yet
I am still ask that question "why" ?

Once children could always play in the park
But now on the ground, we see needles used
When did this world become so very dark ?
To allow a young life to be abused

No one seems to hear this plea
I want it all to finally end, to at last stop
No one opens their eyes to see
And that goes right up to the top

So world leaders, come and take a look around
Can you keep a new generation safe and free ?
Show us your voice, give it a sound
And then I know you have listened to me

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

Where Are You

Where are you when I need you the most

One night has faded like a ghost

Passion has come and now it has gone

It is together that we must belong



Just one night, now I am left in my sorrow

Every day just leads into another tomorrow

How I wish that time I never had to go

Here I am now, tearing out my soul



Could you promise me we will meet together again one day?

Because this love I have inside will never fade away

It is so true when they say that love is blind

Because without you my eyes shall bind



No matter what happens, I shall always remember

One day, one night and passion like a burning ember

So all I am left now are these sad and lonely memories

But I still can feel your very kiss on the Summer breeze



So my darling, now you find me always waiting for you

Waiting for a sign, a word of your love that is always true

I count down the days until we are back together

Cherish you within these arms of mine forever

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

When You Are Down

No one evers comes to see

If everything is going to be okay

They leave you feeling empty

And they all just go and walk away

Always when you are down



No one comes to lend a hand

They just leave you standing there

They never try to ever understand

Leave you to face your despair

Always when you are down



But I will show you I care

I will hold you close to me

I will give you my heart to share

Show how you can be free

I am there when you are down

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

When There Was No Hope You Came To Me

Too many troubles build and stack

So many things all seem to be black

In those dark places I have been

All too many horrors my eyes have seen



Once upon a time, my words were born in fire

Written of that suffering I would feel

Then of so many problems I began to tire

I never allowed this soul of mine to heal



Drifted from one thing to the other

Took a drink then I would take another

I looked in the mirror for someone to blame

And only my reflection would feel that shame



So then I took out my pen to begin to write

Wrote down all those words that caused this sorrow

I would sleep and then read them when came the light

But I was always just looking for another hopeless tomorrow



Thought I would utter too many unheard screams

Thought I would have to face too many broken dreams

I never knew where all this would ever end

But then I saw you, you were there, my friend



You came and lifted me up, and you gave me back hope

You showed me love, something I never would have guessed

You touched my soul, and you helped me to cope

You came to me in my hour of need, now I am eternally blessed

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009

When The Time Comes

When the time comes, I will be here.
I will be found waiting until the end.
As that vast abyss awaits for me,
And I see the light of day no more.

When the birds stop singing,
Their last song has been sounded.
As the beauty of the flowers here,
Turn to dust and their radiance is gone.

When the Sun shines one last ray of heat,
And the cold comes to take that last embrace.
To see the lion walking, side by side, with the lamb
Both being silent, waiting together on a last moment.

When lovers cry together in one last tryst,
A moment where this pleasure means so much.
To hear as the Earth screams out to waiting ears,
And the rivers run with the tears of a billion souls.

When the last poem is written on a scrap of paper,
Before the ink finally runs dry from a dying pen.
Because when that time comes, I will be here.
I will be found in the company of wonderous friends.

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010

When The End Comes

The news had just come over

The World was going to end

So he rushed to his lover

Last kisses he would send



They had one day left together

Before it ending in a ball of flame

Crying and wishing time was forever

Loving each other so much the same



He held her tight, together they did cry

Knowing together,at the end, they would be

Together, when the end came, they would die

And that together, Heaven, they would see



He wished he had more time to love her

More time that he could still adore her

A little more time to be her lover

More time he could still ensure her



Not long before the end of the World will come

He weeps as he looks deep into her beautiful eyes

As long as she is here, Death will be welcome

Both now asleep, never to see another sun rise

 


copyright Chris Smith 2008

When The Darkness Comes

When the darkness comes.

I will be waiting for it.

With my eyes open wide.

With my soul still pure.

And with my soul still intact.



I will fight with pride.

With no going back.

I will try not to fall.

I will stand my ground.

Never bow down my head.



Let the darkness engulf me.

For my lady's light glows.

Her love gives me strength.

Against the impossible odds.

Showing me the way.

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

When I Was Young

When I was young

I never had to worry

Never had to hurt

My heart was strong

Didn't fall in love

I was never left alone



When I was young

My friends were always around

We would stay out until dark

Play games we knew were safe

We never had to ever worry

We were always there for each other



When I was young

Life always seemed a dream

Read comic books for adventure

Imagination always kept me going

I would dream everything would be okay

There was never any threat or danger



When I was young

Oh God, the World was different then

Now children have to be watched

I never thought life would be like this

Everything so very much easier

Way back, when I was young

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

When Death Comes

One day Death will come for me

To take me in her loving embrace

To come to set my soul free

To kiss me on my face



But I am not ready yet

For me to go with her

I still have may sun sets

Before we will be together



We all must face her one day

To take us to a better place

But not yet will she take me away

Her touch I am not ready to trace



I still have so many more years

Before I know that Death will come

And when she does, I will go with no fears

To lead me up to a better Kingdom

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

When

When the sky is folded and put away

When tomorrow will never be another day

When we all take Heavens last steps

When the oceans no longer have depths



When soldiers no longer need to fight a war

When diamonds no longer show any flaw

When life at last comes to an end

When the Angels no longer have anything to send



When the Devil no longer sins and can take no more

When we know what will always be in store

When God has to at last hang up his cape

When we can find no more ways to escape



When all this happens and it all comes true

Even then I will never stop loving you

So let us sit hand and nand and wait for when

Because I will always love you again and again



copyright Chris Smith  April 27th 2009

Wheelchair Blues

Here I am, leg in plaster

Nurse with a needle, after me

Forgot the brake, can't go faster

Now all I get is woe and misery



CHORUS

I got those wheelchair blues

Suffering those wheelchair blues

Hear my wheelchair blues

I'm singing those wheelchair blues



Rushing to get that elevator again

Going quick and my hands are sore

I'm just too slow, because then

I end up crashing into the closed door



CHORUS

I got those wheelchair blues

Suffering those wheelchair blues

Hear my wheelchair blues

I'm singing those wheelchair blues



Showing off and think I'm clever

Should have taken my painkiller pill

You won't stop and wish I never

My fault for trying to go down hill



CHORUS

I got those wheelchair blues

Suffering those wheelchair blues

Hear my wheelchair blues

I'm singing those wheelchair blues



At last I can get out of the chair

But things will never be the same

Because now it just ain't fair

They've given me a Zimmer Frame



CHORUS

I got those wheelchair blues

Suffering those wheelchair blues

Hear my wheelchair blues

I'm singing those wheelchair blues



I got those wheelchair blues

Suffering those wheelchair blues

Hear my wheelchair blues

I'm singing those wheelchair blues



copyright Chris Smith 1997

What Do You Think About That?

Well God, what do you think about that?

Some people no longer want to believe,

In those miracles you're supposed to do.

They no longer want to see them,

So they stopped believing in you.

Now God, what do you think about that?



Well God, what do think about that?

Some people are no longer praying,

They've given up talking it through.

They no longer think you are there,

And no longer feel like talking to you.

Now God, what do you think about that?



Well God, what do you think about that?

Rarely does anyone ever go to church,

They no longer think that it is true.

No one thinks that you are out there,

Because no one can ever see you.

Now God, what do you think about that?



Well God, what do you think about that?

I thought I could rely on you being there,

I thought believing in you was an issue.

But where were you when I needed you the most?

That time when I really need you.

Now God, what do you think about that?

 


copyright Chris Smith 2010

WelshPoet

When the day seems dark

And the love seems to lark

Come and think of me

Let my words come run free



Let them fill you with hope

Let them help you to cope

Read them and enjoy

Give you so much joy



Am I gifted, I do not know

I write words to show

Share with you my mind

Hope you like what you find



Poems to laugh and to cry

Poems of life gone by

Poems of animals and suvival

Poems of a new bold arrival



If it is a gift, then it is for you

Writing is what I do

A WelshPoet from the start

A WelshPoet with a heart


 


copyright Chris Smith 2005

Weather The Storm

When it begins to rain
Just let it pour down
And let yourself free

When that wind blows
Feel it in your hair
Now be as one

Let your sorrows go
Hold your head up and be strong
Feel it deep in your heart
And weather the storm my friend

Do not fear the lightening
Let it light up your life
Just open your eyes to see

Listen as the thunder roars
And shout out with it
Let your emotions be heard

Let yourself find escape
And release away your troubles
With nature, you will find your way
And weather the storm my friend




copyright Chris Smith 2010

We Know

One nation

With hope

To show



Our people

Come together

Say hello



Every creed

All equal

We flow



We say

All united

Winds blow



Moving on

Always truth

Never slow



Just listen

To words

We know

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009

We Carry On

When life seems to be dragging you down
When you think you face it all alone
Then take my hand, let me help you up
Together we will face what the fates throw

We carry on, to be always strong
We carry on, with friends that belong

When everything has ceased and come to a stop
You can not face those trials that lay ahead
Then lean on me and together we will continue
Together this journey we will travel

We carry on, where our destiny takes
We carry on, with a friendship that never breaks

 


copyright Chris Smith 2010

Watching

For one day the World cried
It watched helplessly as they died
A crashing plane, shattering impact
The screaming starts from that act

A burning building of no escape
All the World is watching, agape
People jumping, they have no hope
Little girl with tears, she can not cope

Even as she sees it on a TV screen
The building collapses, a horror now seen
Little girl, crying because it is real
If only this terror she did not feel

Suddenly, another plane hits the other tower
The fear of that little girl sends her to cower
She is only seven, you hold and cry with her
You are not alone because the World cries together

Fire fighters and police, they are heroes all
Some are trapped in the ruins, heroes fall
Years have passed by, tears still collect
That terror still remains, because we never forget

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010
In Memory of September 11th.

My youngest daugter was 7 years old at the time, she burst into tears as she watched people jumped to their deaths of the TV. She is now 16 and has joined the Territorial Army in the UK.

Warrior's Code

He has walked this barren land

For many years he has been here

Protecting those with his warriors hand

Protecting those that live in fear



Dragons and wizards, this warrior they made

Monsters and demons he has fought

Cannibals and hell spawn, put to the sword, slayed

For this is adventure he sought



Always alone, for it is better that way

Fighting with a heart that is bold

Unable to love, unable to stay

For he must follow the warrior's code



He has slain, killed so many

Each one he as wept tears for

No one can match him, not any

No one can even the score



Hear him as he goes into battle

Maybe this will be the day he dies

Slaying his enemies, hear their death rattle
 
Sending them off to heavenly skies


copyright Chris Smith 2007

War Is A Three Letter Word

Soldiers try their best to do their duty
Avoiding stones from the protesters
Who should throw them at the General
Because a soldier does his job with honour
War is a three letter word

Generals drink white wine somewhere in comfort
While a true soldier faces unknown death
Having to fight in some far away strange land
Because his orders tell him he has to be there
War is a three letter word

When you sleep tonight and children are safe
Teenagers and young men and women dreaming
Knowing tomorrow they will face another day
Then think of the mother of a soldier who prays
War is a three letter word

Watch the TV, and go about your work
Bless a new day when you see the sun rise
That poor mother begs her son or daughter is safe
That her soldier will not be returning home in a box
War is a three letter word

Remember that the soldier is fighting to protect us
They are there, putting their life on the line
We know War is Hell, but we are not the one's fighting
So I say a silent pray, "don't let a young soldier die"
War is a three letter word



copyright Chris Smith November 29th 2009


Keep our heroes safe this Christmas, send them a prayer

Waitress

Waitress can I have a cup of coffee?
Maybe, one day, you will join me
For you never stop, you never stop

You serve, always with a smile
Taking orders all the day long
For you never stop, you never stop

Seeing you always brightens the day
Cleaning the tables for the next diner
For you never stop, you never stop

So keep a thought for all the waitresses
Coming to your table, serving good food
They never stop, they never stop

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010

Waiting There

I follow this path to shadow lands.

Writing the words nobody understands.

But that seem to make sense in my mind's eye.

Can they understand when midnight demons cry?



Black thoughts are hidden here deep inside.

Where the creeping tendrils will always hide.

Who shares with me the dark side of my soul?

Where nothing but the blood pounds to flow.



The are two sides to everything in this bitter life.

One side pure, one side scarred  by a knife.

Would you dare to walk inside this world of mine.

Attempt  to find the way across the broken line.



Then come and kiss the scars of these charred lips

Hold me close as  the darkened shadow slips

Fall with me into the pits of our despair

Do this for me and you will find me waiting there





copyright Chris Smith  2009

Waiting For A Flickering Light

The Reaper called to visit me

To talk of all the times past

Of the good times now faded far away

I knew this life was never meant to last



He sipped a cup of tea with a boney hand

Apologised that my time had now come

I ate one final piece of carrot cake

And knew I would have to succumb



Death, visited me as a true gentleman

He never made me feel ill at ease

Entertained me with his charm and wit

He did everything he could to please



But now the clocks no longer tick

And the grey comes creeping of the night

He takes my hand, so now we wait

To stand here waiting for a flickering light

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

Friday, 10 December 2010

Vengeance

Her name was Janet Leman, she lived alone in her home and had been here for a long time.On the outskirts of Salem and had watched the neighbourhood fading, towerblocks had taken over and her little home was the last one left for she refused to sell or to be forced out.

She lived with her cats, all twelve of them, her favourite was called Lucan, jet black and eyes that seemed to see into your head.
He had just appeared with her other cats one day, and had been with her many years, he never seemed to age.

No one believed she was one hundred and sixty years old, they called her the Secret Witch with the deepest of affection, but now she was the last one left in the neighbourhood.

Everyone had been forced to accept payment and move, but Janet never gave in to the Corporation run by James Lord.
He owned the police so they never interferred and he always got his own way, he had said she would go one way or the other as he had plans to build another towerblock.

Lucan was cuddled by her feet, she knew he was special for he had been with her sixty years, but she kept his secret.Outside six men were ready to do the bidding of their boss Mr Lord, if they could not get her to leave alive he wanted her out dead.

The men knew Janet was asleep, it was 3 am and there was no one in the neighbourhood who would ever see them.
They forced the front door and went in, the room looked like an anique shop, and shelves of books surrounded the room, mostly Pagan Rites and there was a gothic feel to the room.

Cats hissed and rushed out the broken door, and the men could tell this was a habitate for felines.
"God, smell of cat pi....." a short, fat man started to say.
"Who's there"? came a shout of anger from the door that led to the stairs, and Janet entered wearing a black dressing gown.

From behind her one of the men, tall with a goatee, evil looking, smashed a blue patterned vase of her head and Janet fell to the floor.
They poured petrol over the room and Janets' unconious body.
"Let's go" said the man with the goatee as he lit a match and flicked it, the room was engulfed in flames, cats trapped gave terrible sounds as flames found them.

The six men just walked down the street, thinking of the money they would get and did not even look back at the burning house.
The black cat called Lucan watched them from the shadows.No one remembered about the death of Janet, a long time time had passed since that night.

Thirteen years had passed, and a tower block of design and perfection had been built, only the most wealthy could afford the luxery it offered.
Thirty blocks high, each block home to some of the richest people, including an author, actress and rock star.

Outside the entrance had two tweny foot tall Leyland Cypress pine trees, flowers of all kinds decorated the gardens, so colour was all year around.
Daffodils and Snowdrops, Tulips, Butterfly Bushes, Fuscias but to name a few that were always on show through out the year, and the lawns were on the finest Fescue and Brown Top grass seeds.

Each block consisted of a thirty foot by twenty foot living room, it had its' own bath/shower combination , a huge kitchen and a bed room to equal the spacious living room.
A door man was always on duty and no one could get through the electonic doors with out a special key.
Even the two lifts were made of glass.

Dead animals had started to appear at the entrance, birds, rats and even squirrels and all had their heads missing.
A black cat had been seen, strange as no pets were allowed to be kept and the door man had tried to shoot it at it many times.
He could swear he had hit it, but it had just padded off with its' tail high in the air, he would get it one day.

Lucan had bided his time, he was ready to take his vengeance and it would begin with untold horror for the residents of this tower block.
It was one cold and damp morning the dying began.
An aging actress fell in the shower and straggled herself on the shower hose, her young lover tried to save her but was powerless to stop her falling to the shower base dead, he ran to get help and fell through the glass table and bled to death through a jaggered edge of glass stuck in his throat.

In another apartment, a well know guitarist was practising with his elictric guitar when suddenly a power surge caused him to be electricuted to death.
It caused the beginning of a fire, but due to the power surge all the alarms and sprinklers which would have stopped the fire were not working.

The double doors would refuse to open, all fire doors were locked and there was no way to escape.
In one apartment a writer witnessed a black cat watching him from the corner of the room, he felt his chest on fire and died of a heart attack.

The fire swept through the building and people would die as they were burnt alive, forever in pain for the heart and brain is the last thing to burn.
The security guard tried to smash the double door window glass, smoke succumbed him and the last thing he would ever see was a black cat outside and he never could figure out how could he hear that damned purring when it was sound proof.

No survivors were ever found, all died in the fire and as the fire fighters tacled the blaze they just ignored a black cat as it casually strolled away across the grass.The vengeance had now begun.


copyright Chris Smith 2007