tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62738182464466315452024-02-08T11:30:42.425+00:00WelshPoetI write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason.
It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing.
Blessings
Chris SmithAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07859018754950095778noreply@blogger.comBlogger593125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273818246446631545.post-84984780102298327082012-05-07T20:44:00.000+01:002012-05-07T20:44:29.826+01:00From The Madness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
From the madness<br /> I saw myself<br /> Deep in darkness<br /> Trying to escape<br /> Out of blackness<br /> Looking for the light<br /><br /> Running from weakness<br /> Only into empty thought<br /> Lost in the bleakness<br /> Which I had made<br /> Hating this deep mess<br /> I find myself in<br /><br /> There is nothing less<br /> But still nothing more<br /> On my knees to confess<br /> All is now long gone<br /> Leaving behind stress<br /> Sanity gone away<br />
<br />
<br />
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Head in her hands<br />
Crying about the past<br />
Of the hurt inside<br />
She feels so alone<br />
<br />
He is miles away<br />
Forever being drunk<br />
Lost in a bottle<br />
Never forgiving himself<br />
For what he had done<br />
<br />
But there on the window<br />
Long forgotten and neglected<br />
Is a reminder of their love<br />
But now faded and died<br />
A vase of rotting carnations<br />
<br />
<br />
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That's nothing new<br />
<br />
More hatred being taught<br />
That's nothing new<br />
<br />
Racist attacks again<br />
That's nothing new<br />
<br />
Elderly man mugged again<br />
That's nothing new<br />
<br />
Woman raped today<br />
That's nothing new<br />
<br />
Children beaten, gone astray<br />
That's nothing new<br />
<br />
Someone smiled and said "Good morning"<br />
That's something new<br />
<br />
There is a new love this new morning<br />
That's something new<br />
<br />
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Quiet now, a time to hear<br />
Those sounds inside your head<br />
Reaching out, becoming crystal clear<br />
<br />
Somewhere the night owl cries<br />
A thousand cats are calling<br />
In a field, a mouse scuttles<br />
Out in galaxies, stars are falling<br />
<br />
There are the sound of countless prayers<br />
You can almost hear God replying<br />
There are lovers in so many embraces<br />
Lost in their passionate sighing<br />
<br />
At last, you sense your own thoughts<br />
You own words you can hear<br />
Those feelings you need to say<br />
Finally being heard crystal clear<br />
<br />
<br />
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With those memories of you<br />
Of every song that plays<br />
In every tune that I hear<br />
Is heart and music to me<br />
<br />
The Rock music now playing<br />
Reminds me of the moves you make<br />
It is the sweet temptation you give<br />
Even with the flick of your hair<br />
That is like music to me<br />
<br />
When hearing Rhythm and Blues<br />
It is the sound of passion<br />
The building of our souls together<br />
In the moments of our love<br />
That is like music to me<br />
<br />
Classical music belongs to us<br />
Taking us back to another time<br />
Beating from deep within<br />
Romance from times gone before<br />
That is like music to me<br />
<br />
And the sound of your voice<br />
Is the most beautiful of all<br />
It is the most precious that plays<br />
That feeling of being one together<br />
It is the purest music to me<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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But I never got to say goodbye.<br />
No longer will I see your smile,<br />
Or again hear your kind words.<br />
<br />
You were a long way from your home,<br />
And now I know you are back there.<br />
Your spirit running free and beautiful,<br />
Your soul still tender and pure.<br />
<br />
I wish I had known, but you never said.<br />
You never told us what was wrong,<br />
But the days lead into weeks;<br />
And I realised you wasn't coming back.<br />
<br />
Ellen, you never told us you had cancer,<br />
That it was too advanced to save you.<br />
The stomach cancer has taken you now,<br />
But it can never take away your memory.<br />
<br />
Never once did you say any cross word,<br />
Your soft voice was always a comfort.<br />
You offered support to all who knew you,<br />
Always the best friend to everyone.<br />
<br />
They too you far too soon, my friend.<br />
You were only fifty years old, still young.<br />
There is a place for you, always in my heart,<br />
Go in peace for now you dance with Angels.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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<div class="clear"></div><a href="" name="writing"></a><div id="writingNotes" style="padding: 0px 20px 10px;">The World has gone straight to Hell.<br />
Everything keeps on falling apart.<br />
There is some new crisis in the East.<br />
Friend is battling against friend.<br />
<br />
Don't blame me.<br />
<br />
The government are still making cuts.<br />
National debt continues to be on the rise.<br />
People are finding they are losing their homes.<br />
Eviction is staying on the increase.<br />
<br />
Don't blame me.<br />
<br />
Crime is in a spiral and out of control.<br />
Women are being targeted for sex attacks.<br />
Each religion is blaming the other one.<br />
No future for the children of today.<br />
<br />
Don't blame me.<br />
<br />
The media are telling even more lies.<br />
Starvation is becoming the new diet.<br />
Nobody cares about their fellow man.<br />
Because there are no souls found anywhere.<br />
<br />
Don't blame me.<br />
<br />
You see, darling, everything is in a mess.<br />
Our problems really are just too small.<br />
I hold these hands up because I need you.<br />
We have to be as one, all we have are each other.<br />
<br />
I love you, for that don't blame me.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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I will give you tonight.<br />
Where we will fan the flames,<br />
And we will feed our passion.<br />
<br />
Love me two times,<br />
I will take you to Heaven.<br />
We will dance amongst the clouds,<br />
And we will be lost in the moment.<br />
<br />
Love me three times,<br />
I will reach up to the very stars.<br />
Bring down the Moon just for you,<br />
And we will embrace in cosmic magic.<br />
<br />
Love me four times,<br />
I will surrender you my heart.<br />
You will lock it away with yours,<br />
And we will be kept forever safe.<br />
<br />
Love me five times,<br />
I will unite our souls together.<br />
Our world will then become as one,<br />
And then our love shall never die.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
copyright Chris Smith 2011<br />
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I see the Moon looking back<br />
There is a face smiling at me<br />
With the stars shining around<br />
<br />
The man in the Moon has no troubles<br />
He has no need to pay the bills everyday<br />
He never goes hungry and never worries<br />
At night, when you need him, he's there<br />
<br />
The man in the Moon will never judge you<br />
He will listen to the words you share<br />
Never answers you back or puts you down<br />
He always lends a shoulder for you to cry<br />
<br />
Looking up at the night sky<br />
I see the Moon looking back<br />
There is a face smiling at me<br />
Now I know I am smiling too<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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Of when this world is screaming<br />
Of those moments we face fear<br />
Of friends needing our support<br />
<br />
Be safe<br />
<br />
Of the healing yet to come<br />
Of the tears now being shed<br />
Of the children all alone<br />
Of those we loved and have lost<br />
<br />
Be safe<br />
<br />
Of the times you supported me<br />
Of all my words you have read<br />
Of the blessings I send to you<br />
Of this heart that goes out your way<br />
<br />
Be safe<br />
<br />
I care and you are in my thoughts<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
copyright Chris smith 2011<br />
<br />
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The hours colliding as if one<br />
Stretching out without any end<br />
As if time has suddenly stopped<br />
<br />
Alas, these poor and weary feet<br />
They seemed to have walked miles<br />
This seems to be an endless destination<br />
Like walking forever in some circle<br />
<br />
I am not alone in this forever walk<br />
Of the same tasks, day after day<br />
Someone has to face what comes<br />
For Hospitals, they never stop, never sleep.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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Amongst the rubbish in the alley<br />
No one heeds him, no one cares<br />
Another victim that is homeless<br />
<br />
If only someone listened to his story<br />
Of how he became a victim of the bottle<br />
So many years passing of living this way<br />
A shrunken shadow of the man he once was<br />
<br />
Long ago he fought in the war, fighting proud<br />
Battling for his country, believing in truth<br />
The war was won and the country was safe<br />
But he carried battle scars within his mind<br />
<br />
Time has passed and he is one more forgotten hero<br />
Once a soldier wirh honour, now a broken man<br />
He came home from a war, with nowhere to go<br />
Now fighting another war, one he can never win<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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Running down my spine<br />
As I feel it watching me<br />
From some unseen hiding place<br />
Ready to reach out and touch<br />
<br />
I know it is there, observing<br />
Studying my every movement<br />
I feel those eyes burning<br />
Ripping deeper into my mind<br />
Creeping further into my soul<br />
<br />
Maybe this is only imagination<br />
There could be nothing there<br />
No creature within the darkness<br />
Just the illusions of a fevered mind<br />
But, alas no, I know it is there<br />
<br />
Sleep takes me, without my permission<br />
At last the creeper will come crawling<br />
To this very bed on which I lay<br />
So it can feast on the terrors I fear<br />
And then, I will awake no more<br />
<br />
<br />
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<strong>Maybe underneath a tree</strong><br />
<strong>Or buried deeply underground</strong><br />
<strong>Maybe hidden above in the sky</strong><br />
<strong>Because I have looked everywhere</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>It was very careless of me</strong><br />
<strong>To misplace it when it should be safe</strong><br />
<strong>If only I had locked it away</strong><br />
<strong>I would still have it here, close by</strong><br />
<strong>Now I know that it could be anywhere</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>I think I may have given it away</strong><br />
<strong>To someone I trusted to look after it</strong><br />
<strong>Now that person is gone, and disgarded it</strong><br />
<strong>Thrown it to one side like a piece of rubbish</strong><br />
<strong>So I will search to find it somewhere</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>Heed my advice, and always look after yours</strong><br />
<strong>Protect it, keep it with you at all times</strong><br />
<strong>It needs you to be strong, stronger than I was</strong><br />
<strong>For if you lose it, I fear it may be broken</strong><br />
<strong>My heart is missing and I can find it nowhere</strong><br />
<br />
<br />
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When I need thee the most<br />
Yon dreams desert thy sight<br />
I am only a crumbled ghost<br />
<br />
Come take me to fabled land<br />
Where mine eyes may rest<br />
Sleep, take with thy loving hand<br />
Where yonder reaches I know best<br />
<br />
But, alas, you still abandon me<br />
This mind cursed you too much<br />
This darkest night brings misery<br />
Brings it forth, restless of such<br />
<br />
Sleep, where are thou tonight?<br />
When I need thee the most<br />
Sleep, please come hold me tight<br />
Let ye join me in slumbers boast<br />
<br />
<br />
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Sometimes going down<br />
When do we have enough<br />
When do we lose our crown<br />
<br />
Funny riding the Seesaw<br />
Enjoying our childhood<br />
Never seeing life takes more<br />
Never seeing what our eyes should<br />
<br />
Sometimes going high<br />
Sometimes going low<br />
We never reach that sky<br />
Life keeps on getting slow<br />
<br />
Funny riding the Seesaw<br />
The only thing we can do<br />
Never certain for sure<br />
What we are going through<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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Made of glass, shattered<br />
Pieces of myself found<br />
Like smashed rain drops<br />
Adorning this dusty floor<br />
<br />
Do you believe a man can cry?<br />
Weeping of the love he lost<br />
That his soul, now forever damned<br />
Could not take that needed step<br />
To take him in the right direction<br />
<br />
That man is a dark, fallen fool<br />
I am he, who fell hard from grace<br />
Never able to find that moment<br />
That passing second, all I needed<br />
But my pitied pride kept me back<br />
<br />
So the heart aches, no more say I<br />
Leave me suffering with my demons<br />
Let the broken shards lie where they are<br />
That which once contained true love<br />
That I carelessly dropped from my hands<br />
<br />
<br />
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What we make it<br />
Not wanting to break it<br />
Some need to forsake it<br />
<br />
Life is....<br />
Knowing that I need you<br />
Trying to make it true<br />
Made by everything I do<br />
<br />
Life is....<br />
Never what we think<br />
Can drive us to drink<br />
Sometimes into we sink<br />
<br />
Life is....<br />
Believing there is something above<br />
When push comes to shove<br />
In the end, life is love<br />
<br />
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Of a tireless job, again and again<br />
<br />
I salute you<br />
<br />
For all single mothers all alone<br />
Working and aching to the bone<br />
<br />
I salute you<br />
<br />
For all the soldiers away from family<br />
Risking their life against a common enemy<br />
<br />
I salute you<br />
<br />
For all the nurses doing the hours godsend<br />
Doing the night shift that never seems to end<br />
<br />
I salute you<br />
<br />
For the people reading this and relate<br />
Knowing life can sometimes be a desperate state<br />
<br />
I salute you<br />
<br />
For all of you who find life can be a test<br />
When you are out there and doing your best<br />
<br />
I salute you<br />
<br />
<br />
copyright Chris Smith 2011<br />
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<br />
Did you have to order<br />
The most expensive food<br />
That is on the menu<br />
<br />
When outside the window<br />
A hungry child looks in<br />
Only dreaming of this<br />
<br />
You waste half the plate<br />
So it is thrown away<br />
But never a scrap for us<br />
<br />
Excuse me, Sir<br />
<br />
You buy for your own sake<br />
Not really needing it<br />
For it is left to be forgotten<br />
<br />
Never thinking what you could do<br />
Sparing for the needy with nothing<br />
One percent of your money is too much<br />
<br />
You do not believe in charity<br />
Millions wasted for your own good<br />
The rich always rob from the poor</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
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<strong>We see horror take hold</strong><br />
<strong>And we try to survive</strong><br />
<strong>Knowing all that we do</strong><br />
<strong>Seems to be never enough</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>Wars come and are fought</strong><br />
<strong>Where the brave will die</strong><br />
<strong>Scared in a battle far away</strong><br />
<strong>Terror striking in a distant land</strong><br />
<strong>Praying they will make it home</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>Only the dead are without fear</strong><br />
<strong>For the dead can no longer feel</strong><br />
<strong>Never aware of the thousand flowers</strong><br />
<strong>That will adorn a thousand graves</strong><br />
<strong>Only the dead are without fear</strong><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>copyright Chris Smith 2011</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a target="_blank" title="Post to Google Buzz" class="google-buzz-button" href="http://welshpoet-chrissmith.blogspot.com/" data-button-style="follow" data-locale="en_GB">Follow on Buzz</a>
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<em>I try hard but can not awaken</em><br />
<br />
<em>They are coming, getting closer</em><br />
<em>This is no dream, I was mistaken</em><br />
<br />
<em>They are coming, searching for me</em><br />
<em>If only I could escape somewhere</em><br />
<br />
<em>They are coming, searching for me</em><br />
<em>I am trapped in this nightmare</em><br />
<br />
<em>They are coming, stalking now</em><br />
<em>Who will be there to hear my cry?</em><br />
<br />
<em>They are coming, stalking now</em><br />
<em>Please help me, I do not want to die</em><br />
<br />
<em>They are coming, they have my scent</em><br />
<em>All I want is to come out of this dream</em><br />
<br />
<em>They are coming, they have my scent</em><br />
<em>All is left for me is to scream</em><br />
<br />
<em>They are coming, they are here</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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But I found darkness in there<br />
Sometimes I can be blind<br />
To the living of a nightmare<br />
<br />
When I'm up, I'm dragged down<br />
Lost within the world of the sane<br />
Watching my smile becoming a frown<br />
Feeling left alone, here, to remain<br />
<br />
So here I am, once again, writing<br />
Clouds come like a fog in my head<br />
Right or wrong, I can't keep fighting<br />
Holding on to the last crumbs of bread<br />
<br />
I'm tired, wondering what I'm doing here<br />
Still working hard, but I can't forget<br />
Troubled times that never seem to clear<br />
Still gambling on life and losing that bet<br />
<br />
I'm no longer strong, my energy fades<br />
Velvet skies are always eluding me<br />
The Sun beats down, I'm hidden in shades<br />
Falling mountains that are including me<br />
<br />
When it is over, I wait for it to restart<br />
Life has a bitter toll where everybody pays<br />
I try to rebuild, only for me to fall apart<br />
This always happens on one of my bad days</strong></div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
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Trying to break free this hellish night<br />
Demons screaming with a banshee shout<br />
Attempting to drag you from the light<br />
<br />
I know who you are, hidden in mortal form<br />
The rage of your darkness, forever screaming<br />
Your eyes betraying your devilish storm<br />
Taking away those that need hope in dreaming<br />
<br />
So here you are, for you are coming for me<br />
I was a fool to believe I could make this deal<br />
Now the lowest part of Hell awaits for my misery<br />
You have no heart, it is impossible for you to feel<br />
<br />
Thy blackened soul,comes to seal my fate<br />
And those hellish hounds come baying<br />
To beat the Devil, before it becomes too late<br />
Because in those lower regions, forever staying</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
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Watching the coming tides of desolation<br />
Never knowing what those waters bring<br />
Lost in waves that flow into nothing<br />
<br />
Throw in a bottle, a symbol of longing and hope<br />
Of troubles gone before where you could not cope<br />
Life, sometimes she can the cruelest mistress<br />
Where sadness visits like a cold empress<br />
<br />
You look for the words, they never arrive<br />
Wanting to grip on to reality so you can stay alive<br />
Well you see my friend, I am waiting in isolation<br />
Still here watching the coming tides of desolation<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
copyright Chris Smith 2011<br />
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