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
Friday 31 December 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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 šljivovica, 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
Reaching out with its great history
Open šljivovica, 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
Tuesday 14 December 2010
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