The Dead Man

I walked with a dead man.

With his sightless eyes.

He never tasted the pure air,

He never felt the sun rise.



Spoke to me with rotted breath.

Told his story by whispered sound.

And as the crows pecked at his flesh,

He told me of how he rose from the ground.



Told me that he was a sinner.

The Devil made him a deal.

Told him he could live forever,

But his life he would steal.



For some many years he has roamed.

Living out an existence in misery.

But when I look deeper at his face,

A cold chill reveals he is me.

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009

The Darkness Is Blinding

I looked in the blackness

Shadows within my soul

The secrets dwelling there

Twisting me from inside



The darkness is blinding

I can not see the light

Darkness swallows me up

No comfort from it's cold



Dark touches chill my soul

Despair becomes my friend

My shadow continues to watch

Watching me in my time of torment

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009

The Darkest Of Hearts

She never knew how to be really loved

To feel a gentle touch or a sweet kiss

No one could touch the darkest of hearts

No one could grant her wish



Times passed, and her heart grew colder

Darkness seemed to always dwell within

She still desired for someone to save her

Someone who could let the light in



If only she could, once more, open up her heart

Find that missing piece of her hidden soul

To reach for a man who would be her prince

A man who would help her reach her goal



But men only seemed to always do her wrong

She always looked for one destinied to stay

But the darker that became her heart

The further she always pushed them away



The darkest of hearts sometimes can shine

It just needs to find a true guiding light

For then, when you no longer have the darkest of hearts

You find that your heart is now shining bright

 

copyright Chris Smith 2008

The Dark Side

He is there in the light of day

He is keeping me hidden out of sight

But I am never far away

For I will come out at night



Do not dare to judge me wrong

Do not think to lock me in a cage

I can not help if the anger is strong

I am not in control of my rage



You see him and believe he is meek

He is nothing when compared next to me

He is a puny man who is weak

Without releasing the beast, he is empty



So in darkness I control him inside

I release the power of my dark mind

He will always be Jekyll and I am Hyde

At the midnight hour he is my prisoner to bind



Am I evil for being what I must be

Letting my animal lust take me now

If only you could look through my eyes and see

The fury of this night I must prowl



At day break the weakness always returns

He must suffer the events that come after

He feels my growing rage that always burns

Hidden away in the madness of my laughter

 

copyright Chris Smith 2008

The Coming Storm

When nothing seems to work
When nothing seems to go right
Problems come screaming out
And everything starts to fall apart
All that can happen will happen
And it all starts to go wrong
Let me be there with you

The frustration comes knocking
It comes calling at your door
And you can feel your will slip away
All seems to be broken
No way out for you to escape
You seem to be a long way from home
Let me show you the way

Do not give in to your tears
Do not surrender to your fears
These feelings will not last forever
We will face the coming storm together

When you think the magic has faded
And there is nowhere else to turn
When the white has turned to black
And you feel you can not be found
Isolation seems to be your only friend
Life seems to be only a wordless song
Let me open the music

And you can see the storm clouds gathering
And you can hear the distant sound of thunder
There are the signs of the coming lightening
And you try to hide away in a place unseen
But you know the coming storm will find you
That it will come and it will seek you out
Let me brave the weather

Do not give in to your tears
Do not surrender to your fears
These feelings will not last forever
We will face the coming storm together




Copyright Chris Smith 7th September 2009

The Bitter End

If there is no one else out there

I will always be there, just for you

And when you think no one will care

I will always be here, when you want me to



When someone has to be there to dry your tears

You know you can always come and turn to me

I will be there to help take away your fears

When you open your eyes, I am the one you will see



And when this very world is only leaving you cold

I will be there to hold you, keep you warm and secure

My arms will always open for you for me to hold

When I am with you, I will always make you so sure



So with me you will never ever again be alone

For I will be there for you right to the bitter end

You will never ever again have to be on your own

So to you my truth and friendship, I shall always send



(copyright 2008   Chris Smith)

Thank You

Some say to me, you have a talent

I must be blind for I do not see it

I wonder have I tapped my own potential?

I write the words that flow through me

The only reward that I ever ask for

Is for my words to be read and measured

No amount of money could ever be enough

To show the respect I feel for those who come to read

To follow the words that I write

For if this is truely a gift that I have

Then it is a gift that flows from all of you

For without you, I would then be nothing

Just another unknown poet going unheard

I grow in strength knowing that everything I write

Is here to always to be read by you

And for that I give you my blessing

And the love granted by almighty God above

And let these last two words stand eternal

Thank you

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009