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 Apr 2016
Poetic T
Cradling in folly of a perpetual needing,
suckled on the breast of eclipsing pendulums
as they sway like feathers in the wind of oblivion.

Let us dance in merriment to who will be bleed first
on the yearnings of the ever afters creation.
Cradle me till no breath evades your grasp.

Sing me a song of lullabies in static form,
I need to feel expired in the breast that nurtures
me into oblivions cold breath that is stagnant.
 Apr 2016
Poetic T
Shadow had induced cohesion, once fearful
of that which shuddered in the essence of
florescent breath, beating always upon it's
creation now it was of form and substance.

The flares of shade lingered off it, transparent
almost in view. Obscurity died within its eyes
like night was eternal and never broke from these
pools that crested on each shore of its features.

It spoke no words for shadows eclipsed nearly all
features, it only expelled onyx form. A heat beat
on its being permeated with essence of what was
deemed pearl but was darkness's purest form.

For shadow with out the interference of banishing
florescent hatred, was a form of nothingness entombed
was a heart that bleed upon its being shade into all
aspects like a onyx diamond reverberating on each beat.

Warrior of that subjugated form, it stares into the abundant,
flourishing fields of glaring polished shards. It sheathed its
hand upon its staff burning upon touch the light straying all
to close. It was time for auroras presence to feel now enslaved.

Walking in the waking time, slaying the weaving of long held
monuments to this subjugator of endless time. When shadow
ensues where light subtly fades for a moment, know that the
warrior of shade is upon the light, wishing only for the dark.
My darling dream of me

For I always dream of you

In our dreams, anywhere to be

In our dreams, anything we do



Let your dreams always be sweet

From your lips, butterfly kisses

Our dreams together are elite

From your heart, secret wishes



So my darling, dream of me this night

In your dreams I will walk to you

Come to you through the star light

Someday your dream will come true
copyright Chris Smith 2008
 Apr 2016
Poetic T
Wailing on the shores abyss ever
yearning the light to shine once again
But the night consumed all effigies
of hope stealing them to the heavens.

Each new light signed the eternal
funeral pyre of those never to reach
the shores. Only to be swallowed within
darkness reaching but never touching.

Each wave that takes upon the bows of
vessels now guided by those past before.
Showing them safely to the port of
needed hope where foot touches land.

But in calm there is always angr beneath
The surface, angered by their taking waves
of vengeance try with force to take what
was taken forcibly from themselves.

Eclipsing the decks, clasping upon those
persuading of wanting the tranquillity of
what yearns below. But anger surfaces on
its wrathful taking feeding a cycle of hate.

Eyes are wide open, gazing at the heavens
through blurred and distorted vision.
Either anger or peace greeted them in
the slumber of drifting waves.

The essence of the sea was present upon
every wave, either gently caressing each
they slumbered on. Or effortlessly trying
to entice others of weak will to the deep.
 Apr 2016
Traveler
And so I submit
To the gross qualifications
The abstractions of my relationship
With the dark side of poetry

These ties
In which some sort
Of  heart ache release
Finds definition in ink

Were the hints beyond subtle
As my words progressed?
I was merely describing
The age old mess

And perhaps the deprivations
Placed me in their servitude
Yet I embrace my darkness
In a state of gratitude...
A conversation I was having with my home girl Bex.
 Apr 2016
Frankly Undesirable
silence and stillness
through thin branches, past small leaves
white crumbs in the pitch
Don't think to control me
I dare you, think again
You want a gentle lover?
I'm sorry, I am the fury

Never attempt to tame me
Because my flames will burn
I'll strip away at your soul
Careful for what you yearn

I'm no gentleman from books
This beast will tear you apart
This lust can never be stopped
Because it will take you, hard

If you're looking for sweet love
I apologise, that's not what I give
For my punishment will be harsh
I'll give you a lesson, on how to live

Don't think to control me
I dare you, think again
You want a gentle lover?
I'm sorry, I am the fury
Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
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