Forever Walk

Each day, it seems to be the same
The hours colliding as if one
Stretching out without any end
As if time has suddenly stopped

Alas, these poor and weary feet
They seemed to have walked miles
This seems to be an endless destination
Like walking forever in some circle

I am not alone in this forever walk
Of the same tasks, day after day
Someone has to face what comes
For Hospitals, they never stop, never sleep.





copyright Chris Smith 2011

Ode Of An Old Soldier

He sits all alone, feeling forgotten
Amongst the rubbish in the alley
No one heeds him, no one cares
Another victim that is homeless

If only someone listened to his story
Of how he became a victim of the bottle
So many years passing of living this way
A shrunken shadow of the man he once was

Long ago he fought in the war, fighting proud
Battling for his country, believing in truth
The war was won and the country was safe
But he carried battle scars within his mind

Time has passed and he is one more forgotten hero
Once a soldier wirh honour, now a broken man
He came home from a war, with nowhere to go
Now fighting another war, one he can never win



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Seesaw

Sometimes going up
Sometimes going down
When do we have enough
When do we lose our crown

Funny riding the Seesaw
Enjoying our childhood
Never seeing life takes more
Never seeing what our eyes should

Sometimes going high
Sometimes going low
We never reach that sky
Life keeps on getting slow

Funny riding the Seesaw
The only thing we can do
Never certain for sure
What we are going through



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Life Is ....

Life is....
What we make it
Not wanting to break it
Some need to forsake it

Life is....
Knowing that I need you
Trying to make it true
Made by everything I do

Life is....
Never what we think
Can drive us to drink
Sometimes into we sink

Life is....
Believing there is something above
When push comes to shove
In the end, life is love

copyright Chris Smith 2011

I Salute You

For all those who feel the pain
Of a tireless job, again and again

I salute you

For all single mothers all alone
Working and aching to the bone

I salute you

For all the soldiers away from family
Risking their life against a common enemy

I salute you

For all the nurses doing the hours godsend
Doing the night shift that never seems to end

I salute you

For the people reading this and relate
Knowing life can sometimes be a desperate state

I salute you

For all of you who find life can be a test
When you are out there and doing your best

I salute you


copyright Chris Smith 2011

Excuse Me, Sir

Excuse me, Sir

Did you have to order
The most expensive food
That is on the menu

When outside the window
A hungry child looks in
Only dreaming of this

You waste half the plate
So it is thrown away
But never a scrap for us

Excuse me, Sir

You buy for your own sake
Not really needing it
For it is left to be forgotten

Never thinking what you could do
Sparing for the needy with nothing
One percent of your money is too much

You do not believe in charity
Millions wasted for your own good
The rich always rob from the poor

 

 

copyright Chris Smith 2011
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Bad Days

I thought I knew my mind
But I found darkness in there
Sometimes I  can be blind
To the living of a nightmare

When I'm up, I'm dragged down
Lost within the world of the sane
Watching my smile becoming a frown
Feeling left alone, here, to remain

So here I am, once again, writing
Clouds come like a fog in my head
Right or wrong, I can't keep fighting
Holding on to the last crumbs of bread

I'm tired, wondering what I'm doing here
Still working hard, but I can't forget
Troubled times that never seem to clear
Still gambling on life and losing that bet

I'm no longer strong, my energy fades
Velvet skies are always eluding me
The Sun beats down, I'm hidden in shades
Falling mountains that are including me

When it is over, I wait for it to restart
Life has a bitter toll where everybody pays
I try to rebuild, only for me to fall apart
This always happens on one of my bad days

 

copyright Chris Smith 2011

Tides Of Desolation

We wait at the shores of desperation
Watching the coming tides of desolation
Never knowing what those waters bring
Lost in waves that flow into nothing

Throw in a bottle, a symbol of  longing and hope
Of troubles gone before where you could not cope
Life, sometimes she can the cruelest mistress
Where sadness visits like a cold empress

You look for the words, they never arrive
Wanting to grip on to reality so you can stay alive
Well you see my friend, I am waiting in isolation
Still here watching the coming tides of desolation



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Ruffled Feathers

Leaves falling from midnight trees
Like lovers taking their lives
Silently, without a soul watching
Left decaying of the cold, wet ground

Trees then standing naked and exposed
Against the cruel touch of the elements
Victims to the exposure of their modesty
Unable to defend what nature sees

Flowers that give up to the coming Winter
To shrivel and die without a thought
As frost comes after them like a demented slayer
Stripping them of the beauty they once held

Birds come in search for scraps of food
On a frozen ground that refuses to yield
Hungry for the smallest morsel laying there
Icy breeze flows through ruffled feathers


copyright Chris Smith 2011

Anonymous

Working hard, with no time to play
Invisible in shadows, that never go away
Busy all through the night, never seeing day
Seeing so much misery, left in my dismay

A difficult job where nobody sees me
Hospital porter running on empty
A voice that always rings out silently
Never time to rest, for time to be free

So many patients, moved like cattle on the go
All through the long night, going to and fro
Even those, with names we will never know
Taken to a mortuary, chills me to my soul

Nurses and Doctors, seen at the front line
Rewarded with thanks which is very fine
Anonymous are Porters, this job is mine
We would be the grapes that help make the wine

So spare us a thought for the hard work we do
Taking you to another ward, looking after you
We never stop, all these hours we work through
So many different duties, if only you knew



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Where Angels Sit

Distant stars shine in the night sky
Like glittering diamonds way up high
Do you wonder who is up there
Maybe a being than loves to care

Maybe they know not the meaning of war
Or they are not inflicted with a flaw
Where they would never judge those differently
That are classified disabled that people see

They might not call them names and mock them
Walk on by as if they are ready to condemn
Maybe they never bleed others for profit
Because all the way up there is where Angels sit



copyright Chris Smith 2011

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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