Rotting Carnations

She sits there alone
Head in her hands
Crying about the past
Of the hurt inside
She feels so alone

He is miles away
Forever being drunk
Lost in a bottle
Never forgiving himself
For what he had done

But there on the window
Long forgotten and neglected
Is a reminder of their love
But now faded and died
A vase of rotting carnations


Copyright Chris Smith 2012

That's Something New

Another war being fought
That's nothing new

More hatred being taught
That's nothing new

Racist attacks again
That's nothing new

Elderly man mugged again
That's nothing new

Woman raped today
That's nothing new

Children beaten, gone astray
That's nothing new

Someone smiled and said "Good morning"
That's something new

There is a new love this new morning
That's something new

copyright Chris Smith 2012

Music To Me

I am listening to the music
With those memories of you
Of every song that plays
In every tune that I hear
Is heart and music to me

The Rock music now playing
Reminds me of the moves you make
It is the sweet temptation you give
Even with the flick of your hair
That is like music to me

When hearing Rhythm and Blues
It is the sound of passion
The building of our souls together
In the moments of our love
That is like music to me

Classical music belongs to us
Taking us back to another time
Beating from deep within
Romance from times gone before
That is like music to me

And the sound of your voice
Is the most beautiful of all
It is the most precious that plays
That feeling of being one together
It is the purest music to me



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Ellen

God took you with him the other day,
But I never got to say goodbye.
No longer will I see your smile,
Or again hear your kind words.

You were a long way from your home,
And now I know you are back there.
Your spirit running free and beautiful,
Your soul still tender and pure.

I wish I had known, but you never said.
You never told us what was wrong,
But the days lead into weeks;
And I realised you wasn't coming back.

Ellen, you never told us you had cancer,
That it was too advanced to save you.
The stomach cancer has taken you now,
But it can never take away your memory.

Never once did you say any cross word,
Your soft voice was always a comfort.
You offered support to all who knew you,
Always the best friend to everyone.

They too you far too soon, my friend.
You were only fifty years old, still young.
There is a place for you, always in my heart,
Go in peace for now you dance with Angels.




copyright Chris Smith 2011

Don't Blame Me

The World has gone straight to Hell.
Everything keeps on falling apart.
There is some new crisis in the East.
Friend is battling against friend.

Don't blame me.

The government are still making cuts.
National debt continues to be on the rise.
People are finding they are losing their homes.
Eviction is staying on the increase.

Don't blame me.

Crime is in a spiral and out of control.
Women are being targeted for sex attacks.
Each religion is blaming the other one.
No future for the children of today.

Don't blame me.

The media are telling even more lies.
Starvation is becoming the new diet.
Nobody cares about their fellow man.
Because there are no souls found anywhere.

Don't blame me.

You see, darling, everything is in a mess.
Our problems really are just too small.
I hold these hands up because I need you.
We have to be as one, all we have are each other.

I love you, for that don't blame me.




copyright Chris Smith 2011

Love Me Five Times

Love me one time,
I will give you tonight.
Where we will fan the flames,
And we will feed our passion.

Love me two times,
I will take you to Heaven.
We will dance amongst the clouds,
And we will be lost in the moment.

Love me three times,
I will reach up to the very stars.
Bring down the Moon just for you,
And we will embrace in cosmic magic.

Love me four times,
I will surrender you my heart.
You will lock it away with yours,
And we will be kept forever safe.

Love me five times,
I will unite our souls together.
Our world will then become as one,
And then our love shall never die.



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Man In The Moon

Looking up at the night sky
I see the Moon looking back
There is a face smiling at me
With the stars shining around

The man in the Moon has no troubles
He has no need to pay the bills everyday
He never goes hungry and never worries
At night, when you need him, he's there

The man in the Moon will never judge you
He will listen to the words you share
Never answers you back or puts you down
He always lends a shoulder for you to cry

Looking up at the night sky
I see the Moon looking back
There is a face smiling at me
Now I know I am smiling too



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Be Safe

Of all these times of trouble
Of when this world is screaming
Of those moments we face fear
Of friends needing our support

Be safe

Of the healing yet to come
Of the tears now being shed
Of the children all alone
Of those we loved and have lost

Be safe

Of the times you supported me
Of all my words you have read
Of the blessings I send to you
Of this heart that goes out your way

Be safe

I care and you are in my thoughts



copyright Chris smith 2011

(for my friends in Japan, please be safe)

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

Creeper

That feeling, ice cold shivers
Running down my spine
As I feel it watching me
From some unseen hiding place
Ready to reach out and touch

I know it is there, observing
Studying my every movement
I feel those eyes burning
Ripping deeper into my mind
Creeping further into my soul

Maybe this is only imagination
There could be nothing there
No creature within the darkness
Just the illusions of a fevered mind
But, alas no, I know it is there

Sleep takes me, without my permission
At last the creeper will come crawling
To this very bed on which I lay
So it can feast on the terrors I fear
And then, I will awake no more


copyright Chris Smith 2011

Careless Me

Have you seen it anyway?
Maybe underneath a tree
Or buried deeply underground
Maybe hidden above in the sky
Because I have looked everywhere

It was very careless of me
To misplace it when it should be safe
If only I had locked it away
I would still have it here, close by
Now I know that it could be anywhere

I think I may have given it away
To someone I trusted to look after it
Now that person is gone, and disgarded it
Thrown it to one side like a piece of rubbish
So I will search to find it somewhere

Heed my advice, and always look after yours
Protect it, keep it with you at all times
It needs you to be strong, stronger than I was
For if you lose it, I fear it may be broken
My heart is missing and I can  find it nowhere


copyright Chris Smith 2011

Sleep, Where Are Thou Tonight?

Sleep, where are thou tonight?
When I need thee the most
Yon dreams desert thy sight
I am only a crumbled ghost

Come take me to fabled land
Where mine eyes may rest
Sleep, take with thy loving hand
Where yonder reaches I know best

But, alas, you still abandon me
This mind cursed you too much
This darkest night brings misery
Brings it forth, restless of such

Sleep, where are thou tonight?
When I need thee the most
Sleep, please come hold me tight
Let ye join me in slumbers boast


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

I Am A Broken Man

I am a broken Man
Made of glass, shattered
Pieces of myself found
Like smashed rain drops
Adorning this dusty floor

Do you believe a man can cry?
Weeping of the love he lost
That his soul, now forever damned
Could not take that needed step
To take him in the right direction

That man is a dark, fallen fool
I am he, who fell hard from grace
Never able to find that moment
That passing second, all I needed
But my pitied pride kept me back

So the heart aches, no more say I
Leave me suffering with my demons
Let the broken shards lie where they are
That which once contained true love
That I carelessly dropped from my hands


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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Only The Dead Are Without Fear

In these times we live
We see horror take hold
And we try to survive
Knowing all that we do
Seems to be never enough

Wars come and are fought
Where the brave will die
Scared in a battle far away
Terror striking in a distant land
Praying they will make it home

Only the dead are without fear
For the dead can no longer feel
Never aware of the thousand flowers
That will adorn a thousand graves
Only the dead are without fear



copyright Chris Smith 2011

They Are Coming

They are coming, getting closer
I try hard but can not awaken

They are coming, getting closer
This is no dream, I was mistaken

They are coming, searching for me
If only I could escape somewhere

They are coming, searching for me
I am trapped in this nightmare

They are coming, stalking now
Who will be there to hear my cry?

They are coming, stalking now
Please help me, I do not want to die

They are coming, they have my scent
All I want is to come out of this dream

They are coming, they have my scent
All is left for me is to scream

They are coming, they are here



copyright Chris Smith 2011

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