I dare not write,
What it is I feel inside
I fear the power,
To predict that outcome
If only I knew where it was,
In this bond you lie
This stories always been so predictable
You hold the gun
This unfathomable, spherical object
Can I hold it?
Just leave it in the lonesome pine
Nobodies business
The same old tale, down this coequal road,
Is how they told it
I hear the same ending time after time,
It does not feel finished
Dallas Shea Smith©
November '09
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Lust or complete Jiberish
Before my face, there it sits
An eye I must be missing
In all my haste, It will be missed
Those lips I won't be kissing
They say it's blind, through write and rhyme
Such desultory talk
All along the arms of time, a fool will find
The indomitable mock
Like blue skies, so debonair
To the blackavised night
Butterflies steal the air
Such a blessing in disguise
Anon we'll walk this plank
Sharks beneath our feet
Although our ship has sank
Fate has begun to speak
Dallas Shea Smith©
Summer '09
An eye I must be missing
In all my haste, It will be missed
Those lips I won't be kissing
They say it's blind, through write and rhyme
Such desultory talk
All along the arms of time, a fool will find
The indomitable mock
Like blue skies, so debonair
To the blackavised night
Butterflies steal the air
Such a blessing in disguise
Anon we'll walk this plank
Sharks beneath our feet
Although our ship has sank
Fate has begun to speak
Dallas Shea Smith©
Summer '09
Only Those Bold Enough To Chase Dreams, Are Those Who Will Catch Them
Nearby as a thought, Invisible as a prayer
Where are we? How is it we got here?
From the cares of a crook, to your lovers look
All wandering, Our lives peripatetic
Seems as if I've reached the end, ah I finally feel beginning
A pasts waste of taste and stonewalling
The emptiness that appeals to distract, void we try and fill
Will forever last, to continuously spill
That body that I seem to miss, Hell, feels so oneiric
Though I feel it shading in, Heaven, I can hear it
Over heartbeats we'll create melodies
Under times stop, make memories
Dallas Shea Smith©
Summer '09
Where are we? How is it we got here?
From the cares of a crook, to your lovers look
All wandering, Our lives peripatetic
Seems as if I've reached the end, ah I finally feel beginning
A pasts waste of taste and stonewalling
The emptiness that appeals to distract, void we try and fill
Will forever last, to continuously spill
That body that I seem to miss, Hell, feels so oneiric
Though I feel it shading in, Heaven, I can hear it
Over heartbeats we'll create melodies
Under times stop, make memories
Dallas Shea Smith©
Summer '09
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Untitled
First loves ignorance is that it can ever end,
Have self awareness of your real best friend.
This course may never run smooth,
Left to ponder, if not me, Who?
If ever you pick up what I put down,
be sure to make sure I'm still around.
As a whole to you it's never enough,
Patiently waiting that missing spot.
Move on and make memories with lust,
come back when you find no love like us.
These attractions that keep you steady,
tis a shame it's mandatory to be a 'somebody'.
Dallas Shea Smith©
September '07
Have self awareness of your real best friend.
This course may never run smooth,
Left to ponder, if not me, Who?
If ever you pick up what I put down,
be sure to make sure I'm still around.
As a whole to you it's never enough,
Patiently waiting that missing spot.
Move on and make memories with lust,
come back when you find no love like us.
These attractions that keep you steady,
tis a shame it's mandatory to be a 'somebody'.
Dallas Shea Smith©
September '07
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