One

I lost you under a blue moon in december

And the inception of pain is all I can remember

You've forgotten what one is..

We were born before the beginning

Lost at the bitter end of our saga

If you're alpha, I'm omega

Put yourself first, believe me last

It echos to eternity and throughout our past

We've forgotten what love is..

You're the purest tone under a starlit sky

Left behind a noise in the dark of the night

I was wrong, you were right

Will not speak of it, for fear of implying separation

Bypass our conundrum, which was filled with tension

I've forgotten what one feels like..

Dallas Shea Poetry© 2012

2011 {Be Bold, Move On}

Hard to hold positivity in the midst of negativity

Tough to ask questions amongst unintelligence

We settle at the bottom of the ocean floor

As they set sail upon Endeavor

Inner child, you have a voice - do you not?

May we hear it?

You've been in love before, or so you've thought

Maybe your still in love, though everyone claims your not

Time is of the essence

So silly how your past time is present

How will you move ahead whilst living in the past?

How can you let go, while holding on to what she last said?

To delay anymore would be foolish

As would waiting upon a star to wish

Be Bold, Move On

Dallas Shea Poetry 2010©

How Beautiful You Are

Never open up to nobody, never settle sorrow

Felt more than lonely lately, she could be gone by tomorrow

Force this thought upon myself, could it all be in my head?

Should I call out for Help! or the comfort of my bed

The way she up and leaves like we're nothing

The way I believe this may turn into 'something'

You seem to come around, set a temporary remedy on this wound I ever so vent

Though there be no way to separate this heart from the body it torments

You show up, say Hello, take off, come back and then your gone

Evince! this relationship is perseverating

A struggle in the heart, by a pair's distance apart

A heaviness on the chest with the pain of each breath

I felt this woe, whilst the moon blue settled in amongst the stars

As I bask in the nostalgia of what we once named ours

Now I realize I do need these eyes, to see how beautiful you are.

Dallas Shea Poetry 2010©

Home

Its too late for you to make me stay,

my bags are packed our minds been made

You'll be dearly missed ever so, don't get me wrong

But I've been trapped in these stonewalls for too long

Call it the next chapter, a new beginning, whatever you want

The truth is I can't wait no more, these walls are haunted

I will think back on you, hell I'll probably even cry for you

A million paths to choose and I'm screamed at to move

I've been space bound for far too long

Gravity pull me back down

These steps I've traced are played in songs

The mistakes I've made I'll leave at home

Dallas Shea Smith©

June '10

You're Time

Short minded, forks in the road

Your race, Hare or the Toad?

Either path they make clear for you

Forget them and take your own

Happy as your minds made up to be

Or just as free as you want to believe

Look towards it anyway you need

Our castle in the clouds create upon positivity

The debt were in, the oil in the ocean

To the bombs "they" be exploding

Life gave you reason to be

While "men" keep us hoping

We have the power, our minds to short to notice

Pop cultures got your head in the abyss

So let bygones be bygones

Or your time will be missed

Dallas Shea Smith©

June '10

Rainbows in the Distance

Troubled eyes, shoes are untied.
They won't catch me looking down.

Whether ill-fate or karma.
A mere painting in the clouds.

A settle disappointment,
As sun showers fall,
To a rainbow in the distance.


Many thoughts upon rock bottom.
Feet sore by treading ground.

Don't let our books knock off the shelf.
History in pages never to be found.

Eyes lie space and time,
As may have been missed in haste,
A rainbow in the distance.


In an orbit which circles the sun.
Naive to eyes inside the box.

Immense universe in drastic change.
Intertwined in such small thought.

Goodbye old soul,
Hello unknown,
Still be Rainbows in our distance.



Dallas Shea Smith©

June '10

Be Bold

We may learn through watchful eyes,
understand by listening lips.
But none more than our overcame fears,
there be bright sides to our mistakes.

Your first impression means much,
but your last impression says it all.
Don't stay to fill a void,
catch our ears, eyes, hearts and soul.

..Be Bold


Dallas Shea Smith©

May '10