Clouds

"Clouds"

I sit here and I wonder 

My mind in the grey

Eyes on the clouds

Is that where dreams are held?

Drifting as they do

Are the lost on on a mission?

So many clouds I see down here

Passing the sun

Some rain the tears of pain

Others just rumble about

Trying to hold them

Trying to hug

Trying to help them rise once again

In the sky where clouds belong

My feet so heavy 

Like anchors of a ship

Grounded to the rock

Its weight heavy and sound

I do not wish to fly

Tempted by days past by

I wonder I pause then forward

Screaming the pain in my throat rips

Piercing tears into my own ears

Clouds keep falling off the cliff

Over the edge falling into the pit

Am I not worthy?

Is my love to little for some time?

Am I a lonely grain of sand on the beach?

Looking at the masses 

They all look just like me

I do not want to fly

Nor do I want to leave

Can I just be me?

The inside of me 

What I see

Or do I need to learn to fly? 

Like the clouds

Mystery is the answer

So I wait

So I hope

So I pray

Again

By Your Side

By Your Side

I rise and I am amazed

The gift before encompassed in you

Toiling in work you never stop

No goal no achievement to large

Leading the charge relentless in passion

The path behind you scorned

Yet with each passing step you reach for joy

For my angel was given for protection

You were given to me for nourishment

Grateful and humbled I pass through my day

Well fed well clothed warm in love

My arrival sees smiles and I am welcomed home

In you warm arms I leave again

Through the sting, sweat and ache

I long to see you again

My home in my home

Inside your arms can all the pain subside

So each day I move 

And with each breathe

I push to care for you

I push to remove the pain

I push when you fear to fail

I push to boast your accomplishment

I push to teach your value

Hand in hand

And heart in heart

The path that was so lonely

Is not so much so more

Ghosts

Ghosts

by 

Michael Smith

Surrounded by ghosts 

How they haunt and taunt me

Curling their finger

Rotting flesh falls

Smiling with pride

Waiting my heart stalls

Coming back hiding again

The pounding abuse, sin

I try to fade 

I try to sleep

The rats keep biting

Relentless they bit deep

The ghosts keep calling

Oh it sounds so sweet

To my grave they’re calling 

Lay forever and sleep

Tempting me with visions

Tempting in my mind

Tempting so they push me 

Temptation stabs my spine

The ghosts they keep calling 

They lick their lips so sly 

Cracking their knuckles

They want to crack my neck 

Cracking their knuckles I stumble back

Holding on and  fishing

Waiting for the answer

Holding on and wishing

Waiting for the dawn

Ashamed

“Ashamed”

Lying on the floor I hold my breath

Waiting as the cool breeze passes over my body

I wait and hold back the rage

Disappointment comes over me 

Sinking in my chest knows my heart 

Tarnished again I just want to fade

I hear the singing in the distance

Notes floating on the air a tear slowly rolls

I feel the pull hooks deep inside of me

Slowly sinking into the dirt I go

Over my finger nails I try to grasp

I try to dig in I want to fight

I reach out into the void

Yearning for the light

Yearning for some hope

All of my world has come crashing down

Slowly a whisper crawls across my lips

Asking for forgiveness I still feel dirty inside

A rain drop of a tear falls into my hand

A warm embrace comes over me

Lifting gently I begin to become whole again 

Holding Back the Pressure

“Holding Back the Pressure”

by 

Michael Smith

Holding back the pressure

They all want to come in

Screaming out for mercy 

Soaked in sweat again

Holding back the pressure

They’re glaring with their eyes

And the grinding of their daggers 

They want to make them fly

Holding back the pressure

All the spying ears

They’re waiting for the notice

That the time for death is near

Holding back the pressure

Wicked noses on the prowl

They’re searching for the sent of death

So they can feast on a souls down

Holding back the pressure

Every choice in every day

With a lone strong companion

Who helps me walk my path each day 

An Average Day

An Average Day

An average day

I wake I rise and I plow again

The scenery so beautiful again

The path we'll travel 

Free of rocks and obstruction

Ease of passage is a sunrise

Lost in the familiar

Safe and unchallenged

Plodding head down

All known to well no need for seeing

In this chapter the wounds heal

In this chapter peace reins

In this chapter comfort come all too comfortable

Tend to the weeds

Tend to the path

Tend to the heart and what's in

For day that passes without any tending is day that the end begins

End to the peace 

For the enemy sees chance

End to the harvest 

For the weeds have overgrown

End to the heart

For its cold and now selfish

End to the sunrise

For the darkness of remorse casts it clouds

On the floor 

On my knees 

Swollen and sore

My hands on the floor 

Beaten and bruised

Tore is my heart 

For my loved is in pain

Tore is my peace 

For my complacency

There you stand strong honest and true

There you stand strong waiting for me

There you stand strong

The one truth a true love

There you stand strong forgiving and kind

As my head slowly rises

You smile and stretch your hand

In my direction a grip strong and warm

Slowly you pull me up 

I rise once again

Alone I can't stand

But with you I won't fall

You love and you peace

Is mine if I don't wander

So again I move on