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Poems 2002 to 2022<\/strong><\/h3>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Click here to see some of my lyrics<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Back to The Main Poetry Page<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

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2021<\/h2>\n

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Multiple Universes<\/h3>\n

In all but one
\nWe slept together
\nEach breath spaced in time<\/p>\n

I’ll string some ideas along the way
\nBut I can’t wait forever
\nAs if you didn’t know<\/p>\n

Time after time
\nWe are never found
\nJust recognised<\/p>\n

Waving in a frequency of light<\/p>\n

2\/8\/21<\/p>\n

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2018<\/h4>\n

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Brexit,<\/p>\n

Islam<\/p>\n

Gangs<\/p>\n

And Trans<\/p>\n

Globalists<\/p>\n

Bankers<\/p>\n

Grooming Gangs<\/p>\n

Elitists<\/p>\n

Oligarchs<\/p>\n

X Miss understood<\/p>\n

The far left<\/p>\n

Alt-right<\/p>\n

Kids from the hood<\/p>\n

There\u2019s Chavs<\/p>\n

Universalists<\/p>\n

And Europhiles<\/p>\n

In London democracy\u2019s<\/p>\n

Going out of style<\/p>\n

The me-too women<\/p>\n

Who didn\u2019t want to know<\/p>\n

Artists blame the Jews for their woes<\/p>\n

The Nazis<\/p>\n

Antifa<\/p>\n

The mainstream media<\/p>\n

And spies who know<\/p>\n

How high the steeple goes<\/p>\n

The BBC<\/p>\n

Our politically correct<\/p>\n

Guardian readers<\/p>\n

Say it\u2019s best to forget<\/p>\n

Our past and our nature<\/p>\n

As it\u2019s all to blame<\/p>\n

Along with those<\/p>\n

Who want to cross borders again<\/p>\n

To the Left of<\/p>\n

The neo<\/p>\n

Organised crime<\/p>\n

Are the EU treaties<\/p>\n

Drawing a line<\/p>\n

And if you don\u2019t want to buy<\/p>\n

What the hard sides sell<\/p>\n

Then it\u2019s a rest<\/p>\n

In a thought cop<\/p>\n

Prison spell<\/p>\n

There\u2019s the LGB<\/p>\n

Not sure about the T<\/p>\n

As freedom of speech<\/p>\n

Becomes incendiary<\/p>\n

And then, of course<\/p>\n

There\u2019s<\/p>\n

You and me<\/p>\n

Who just can\u2019t see<\/p>\n

How we\u2019ll ever<\/p>\n

Agree<\/p>\n

To<\/p>\n

You know<\/p>\n

Disagree<\/p>\n

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Simon Mark Smith 15\/10\/2018<\/p>\n

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Before the Birds Sing<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Before the birds sing<\/p>\n

Before everything<\/p>\n

Where the light sky<\/p>\n

Touches the night sky<\/p>\n

My room awakens<\/p>\n

I see you sleeping<\/p>\n

Do you see me in your dreams?<\/p>\n

We dived there once<\/p>\n

Our lungs were heavy then.<\/p>\n

Voices from outside distracted me<\/p>\n

As we sat up to watch a late night film<\/p>\n

He said \u201cI love you\u201d<\/p>\n

And she kissed him<\/p>\n

I looked to see if you were crying<\/p>\n

But you were not<\/p>\n

I showed you my tears<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just a film,\u201d you said<\/p>\n

So, I breathed them in.<\/p>\n

1991\/2018 Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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Fingered misprints<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Fingered misprints across the sky<\/p>\n

Golden mauve<\/p>\n

Took a train ride near the common ground<\/p>\n

Watched lit windows<\/p>\n

Held your mouth to mine<\/p>\n

Cigarette smoke<\/p>\n

And a smile smelling of wine<\/p>\n

Looking for something good<\/p>\n

Across the fields<\/p>\n

Through the dark<\/p>\n

In your eyes<\/p>\n

\u201cMy crimes are numbed by the inadequacy of my pain\u201d<\/p>\n

He then passed apples to the makers of matches<\/p>\n

Who stated clearly<\/p>\n

\u201cHe drove the train that ran over the people.<\/p>\n

The tea of the passengers shuddered<\/p>\n

And even then, only slightly\u201d<\/p>\n

They spoke as if they knew, they didn\u2019t, but they were right.<\/p>\n

1991 \/ 2018 Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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Is it you<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I met you twice<\/p>\n

The second time was closer<\/p>\n

I knew enough to see<\/p>\n

The third would never be<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are not the image in my mind\u201d<\/p>\n

Who is it I call to?<\/p>\n

My mother, father, a dream or you?<\/p>\n

Am I lonely<\/p>\n

Psychic<\/p>\n

Or psycho-neurotic?<\/p>\n

Is it you or someone who I dreamt I knew?<\/p>\n

1991 \/ 2018 Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

(This was the only poem which referred to my father, who I had not met when I wrote it. When I did finally meet him, I videoed him on our first meeting. He looked at the camera and said \u201cAm I psychic or psychoneurotic\u201d).<\/em><\/p>\n

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When the Bad Got In<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I sit crossed legged<\/p>\n

I should feel sad<\/p>\n

The worst thing is<\/p>\n

Not knowing<\/p>\n

When the bad<\/p>\n

Got in<\/p>\n

1992 \/ 2018 Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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In Goodbye Came an Assassin<\/strong><\/p>\n

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In goodbye came an assassin<\/p>\n

Quietly and kindly<\/p>\n

Walking down an orange and black rainy street<\/p>\n

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With a razor scratch down each thigh<\/p>\n

Her lacerated tongue<\/p>\n

A face in the darkness kissed goodbye<\/p>\n

She was mild and sad<\/p>\n

She told me of her troubled soul<\/p>\n

And then across at me with a cold determined unease<\/p>\n

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She was not fast<\/p>\n

A little too casual<\/p>\n

A subtle stranger in my house<\/p>\n

Sat down<\/p>\n

And waited<\/p>\n

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1992 \/ 2018 Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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A Lifetime Later<\/strong><\/p>\n

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In my studio<\/p>\n

Paintings wait to be abandoned<\/p>\n

It was sweet the way you touched my arm<\/p>\n

I said your name<\/p>\n

You called me<\/p>\n

You stood in black<\/p>\n

Then there was the journey back<\/p>\n

The conversation<\/p>\n

A lifetime later<\/p>\n

I feel you passing<\/p>\n

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1991 \/ 2018 Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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Almost All<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Now in the quiet<\/p>\n

Almost a silent room
\nAlmost all must sleep at night<\/p>\n

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Are you in his arms?<\/p>\n

Almost the love of your life<\/p>\n

Almost all must hold too tight<\/p>\n

What colour am I?<\/p>\n

Am I in your head<\/p>\n

Gambling all on red<\/p>\n

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What did you feel?<\/p>\n

Something good and strong<\/p>\n

Something real<\/p>\n

Almost to the depths<\/p>\n

But wrong<\/p>\n

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1989 \/ 2018 Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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The Bad Samaritan<\/strong><\/p>\n

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The man stood half lit under an arch<\/p>\n

Telling me he could find a place where the family could lie<\/p>\n

I would have hated to share my room with them<\/p>\n

Their happy cardboard faces flapped like hands<\/p>\n

Waving frantically\u00a0 goodbye<\/p>\n

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1991\/2018<\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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The Nausea of Over Hopeful Poems and Other Lies I\u2019ve Written<\/strong><\/p>\n

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My room<\/p>\n

So immaculate<\/p>\n

An imbalance<\/p>\n

Of emptiness<\/p>\n

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\u201cI don\u2019t like flowery paper\u201d<\/p>\n

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Here<\/p>\n

I tried to whitewash it to a bass relief<\/p>\n

Wallpaper for the blind<\/p>\n

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I prefer this room in a half light<\/p>\n

The summer dusk<\/p>\n

Half drawn curtains<\/p>\n

Gesturing to help then collapsing<\/p>\n

The breathing of a friend half sleeping<\/p>\n

The journeys ending<\/p>\n

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Unaware of my whitewashed lies that surround them.<\/p>\n

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1989 and 2018<\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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The Flesh and Blood\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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There\u2019s a special taking of the bread and wine<\/p>\n

But the flesh and blood is mine<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s take the photo<\/p>\n

And see it through<\/p>\n

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Let\u2019s not resurrect or redress<\/p>\n

I doubt we\u2019ll meet again<\/p>\n

\u201cHow unkind!\u201d you say<\/p>\n

But the bread and flesh<\/p>\n

Was mine<\/p>\n

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Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

1989 and 2018<\/p>\n

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When We Wept<\/strong><\/p>\n

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When we wept<\/p>\n

The kitchen overflowed<\/p>\n

So, that downstairs<\/p>\n

Louis O\u2019Keefe\u2019s ceiling cracked<\/p>\n

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Eventually I outgrew the understated moments of your life<\/p>\n

Like a hat you wore then threw to the gulls for fun<\/p>\n

They thought it was food<\/p>\n

But I thought it never quite suited you<\/p>\n

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1991 and 2018<\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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Words you may Eat at Breakfast Then Meet at Supper<\/strong><\/p>\n

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My mouth inside our words warm as your breath<\/p>\n

They took an overdose of you, for you<\/p>\n

Slow and ruthless in its killing<\/p>\n

New life for the old death<\/p>\n

Unwritten pages of plagiarism<\/p>\n

Rules and stages unpermitted<\/p>\n

But then the line ends<\/p>\n

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1991 and 2018<\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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You Are the Body<\/strong><\/p>\n

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You are the body of a person buried in me<\/p>\n

I was touched by the passion of your mimes<\/p>\n

You said it was nothing so we said nothing<\/p>\n

But we still bowed our heads at the unmarked grave<\/p>\n

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1991 and 2018<\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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Service Denied<\/strong><\/p>\n

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You stood at your door<\/p>\n

In a pale light<\/p>\n

Like a soldier ready to die<\/p>\n

Eyes open wide<\/p>\n

Service denied<\/p>\n

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An assassin kissed a child<\/p>\n

Mouth open wide<\/p>\n

Sentenced and tried<\/p>\n

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There was a phrase you read<\/p>\n

In a dream or a lie<\/p>\n

My mind opened wide<\/p>\n

In me you confide<\/p>\n

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You asked me what the love meant<\/p>\n

But my words came too easily<\/p>\n

You said you\u2019d stay<\/p>\n

As long as you could leave me<\/p>\n

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1991 \/ 2018<\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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Hereditary Prophecy\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sleep easy<\/p>\n

Lay down<\/p>\n

Let your heart rest<\/p>\n

Let the weight weep from your eyes<\/p>\n

Sing harmonies of devotion<\/p>\n

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Let the rain in your garden<\/p>\n

Be a toy for your children<\/p>\n

Unwind strings of confusion<\/p>\n

While your curtains gently open<\/p>\n

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The queue behind me<\/p>\n

Won’t speak the truth either<\/p>\n

But that I blame on you<\/p>\n

\u201cOblige me<\/p>\n

Forgive me\u201d<\/p>\n

They sing untruly<\/p>\n

For theirs is the songs of hereditary prophecy<\/p>\n

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Simon Smith 1991 and 2018<\/p>\n

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\u00a02015<\/span><\/h4>\n

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Mime Love<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sometimes<\/p>\n

You’ll\u00a0tell<\/p>\n

Me\u00a0to go<\/p>\n

Away but<\/p>\n

Hidden in<\/p>\n

Your heart<\/p>\n

You<\/p>\n

Want\u00a0Me<\/p>\n

And yearn to say<\/p>\n

“Don’t ever<\/p>\n

Go and please<\/p>\n

Forever stay”<\/p>\n

But all I ever hear<\/p>\n

Are the words<\/p>\n

Whilst<\/p>\n

The emptiness<\/p>\n

Between them<\/p>\n

Is just a mute<\/p>\n

Mime artist<\/p>\n

Delivering\u00a0the best<\/p>\n

Performance<\/p>\n

Of our love<\/p>\n

In the dark<\/p>\n

So good<\/p>\n

I exit<\/p>\n

Stage<\/p>\n

Left<\/p>\n

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28\/4\/15<\/p>\n

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NIGHT IN A HOTEL ROOM WITH YOU<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I walked with you<\/p>\n

Through the sound of bells<\/p>\n

To the taxi<\/p>\n

To the hotel<\/p>\n

Then in the room with a wooden ceiling<\/p>\n

Took off your clothes<\/p>\n

And next to me<\/p>\n

Your mouth upon mine<\/p>\n

You whispered my name<\/p>\n

With words that later would come to be<\/p>\n

Whispered in dreams again.<\/p>\n

Then orange blue upon you<\/p>\n

You saw<\/p>\n

You saw<\/p>\n

You knew<\/p>\n

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The clouds for a moment red and green<\/p>\n

Before night\u00a0fell<\/p>\n

We prayed:<\/p>\n

\u201cGive us our love and \u00a0friendship this night<\/p>\n

As we give our love to each other\u201d<\/p>\n

You touched me again<\/p>\n

I drank from your skin<\/p>\n

And the sweat within<\/p>\n

Your mouth breathed into me<\/p>\n

The heat of you<\/p>\n

Close to<\/p>\n

Too much<\/p>\n

Almost<\/p>\n

Not enough<\/p>\n

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The sunrise will, of course, in time<\/p>\n

Rise across these empty sheets<\/p>\n

Shadows will be long<\/p>\n

So as to cover the story of you and me<\/p>\n

Between lines that can\u2019t be drawn too easily<\/p>\n

And where later I would try to change<\/p>\n

To keep you<\/p>\n

But lose you all the same<\/p>\n

Then once you\u2019d gone<\/p>\n

Would change again<\/p>\n

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Now night time<\/p>\n

It comes again and again<\/p>\n

Like a sad old friend<\/p>\n

Sitting quietly<\/p>\n

Slowly taking everything<\/p>\n

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Except that night, back then<\/p>\n

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25\/04\/2015<\/p>\n

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Why Couldn\u2019t You Just Tell Me<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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01\/03\/2015<\/p>\n

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Why couldn\u2019t you just tell me<\/p>\n

That you wanted to go?<\/p>\n

I asked if you felt distant<\/p>\n

And you replied “no”<\/p>\n

So we carried on walking<\/p>\n

But you seemed to stray<\/p>\n

And I noticed you taking<\/p>\n

All we had away<\/p>\n

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So I asked you if you were leaving<\/p>\n

And you replied “no”<\/p>\n

But I looked out the window<\/p>\n

And heard the door close<\/p>\n

I thought of the love<\/p>\n

That had once been so plain<\/p>\n

So I asked if you loved me<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, please, not again\u201d<\/p>\n

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I thought of what had been<\/p>\n

And I saw what remained<\/p>\n

And in silence, I stood<\/p>\n

My heart filled with pain<\/p>\n

And I asked you to tell me<\/p>\n

At least to explain<\/p>\n

But you spoke of nothing<\/p>\n

Not even of\u00a0 blame<\/p>\n

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I could feel you aiming<\/p>\n

To be just be a friend<\/p>\n

\u201cA new beginning”<\/p>\n

Speaks nothing of the end<\/p>\n

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But when I asked you to be clear<\/p>\n

You said \u201cNot again\u201d<\/p>\n

As you took one more thing<\/p>\n

To bring us closer<\/p>\n

To the end<\/p>\n

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But why couldn\u2019t you just tell me<\/p>\n

That you wanted to go?<\/p>\n

It would have helped me to believe<\/p>\n

What I already know<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

2014<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Poem for a text-to-speech synthesiser<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

There is something about the austere reverential trudge<\/span><\/p>\n

Of a poet reading a poem<\/span><\/p>\n

That moves me<\/span><\/p>\n

To a murderous compulsion<\/span><\/p>\n

Unintended I expect<\/span><\/p>\n

Rhyming with everything that I regret<\/span><\/p>\n

And written with the greatest of respect<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

26\/10\/2014<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Break It<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Love, I got to see you<\/span><\/p>\n

My lover, my friend<\/span><\/p>\n

I got to feel our minds entwine<\/span><\/p>\n

For all time<\/span><\/p>\n

Until the end<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Night Time is our quiet time<\/span><\/p>\n

Dark skies are our friends<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

If you’re gonna drive this road one day<\/span><\/p>\n

You got to pull up close but do not stay<\/span><\/p>\n

Pull down the roof and let me drive<\/span><\/p>\n

Recline your seat and watch dark skies<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But don’t you listen<\/span><\/p>\n

To the rambling of that old man<\/span><\/p>\n

Cos it’s the secret code of the night sky<\/span><\/p>\n

That you should never understand<\/span><\/p>\n

Tonight<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

First you gonna take it<\/span><\/p>\n

Then you’ll make it<\/span><\/p>\n

Then you’ll mistake it<\/span><\/p>\n

Then you’ll break it<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Oh you can’t resist<\/span><\/p>\n

Got to go<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh illusions<\/span><\/p>\n

Do exist you know<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh a secret kiss is there<\/span><\/p>\n

To show<\/span><\/p>\n

Truth<\/span><\/p>\n

What lies below<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

I’ll be driving on a long road<\/span><\/p>\n

In a car that’s silent and true<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve got that secret code in my eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

And all I see is<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI love you\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

05\/01\/2014<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

The Connected<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I sense an impasse<\/span><\/p>\n

The world betrayed<\/span><\/p>\n

Souls can’t always be<\/span><\/p>\n

With those they dream<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Words unsure<\/span><\/p>\n

Pursue the distancer<\/span><\/p>\n

Grip tight the meant to be’s<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

The journey is for those who know<\/span><\/p>\n

And for those that doubt<\/span><\/p>\n

The connected do not think it safe or right<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

26\/01\/2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Autumn Day<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

<\/h4>\n

The light it comes<\/span><\/p>\n

The light it stays<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh how it comes<\/span><\/p>\n

Then fades away<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

The mist fell cold and low<\/span><\/p>\n

Around the love we’d made<\/span><\/p>\n

The rain mixed colours deep<\/span><\/p>\n

Upon that autumn day?<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And did you breathe the damp air in<\/span><\/p>\n

When we walked away<\/span><\/p>\n

And was the rain cold on your skin<\/span><\/p>\n

Upon that autumn day?<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Oh love it falls<\/span><\/p>\n

One dark day<\/span><\/p>\n

Starlings fly<\/span><\/p>\n

They rise and call<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But why do leaves fall<\/span><\/p>\n

When they’re so beautiful<\/span><\/p>\n

Why does love go<\/span><\/p>\n

When it held us so?<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Keep walking on<\/span><\/p>\n

Our tears will meet within the sea<\/span><\/p>\n

And at the end of fear<\/span><\/p>\n

Life will be waiting here<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Keep moving on<\/span><\/p>\n

Keep moving though it may freeze<\/span><\/p>\n

Our love loves on<\/span><\/p>\n

Our love shines on frozen seas<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Jan 2014<\/span><\/p>\n

2011<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Not Enough<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

There’s not enough money<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough love<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough ideas coming from above<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough children<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough food<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people not being rude<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough love<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough you<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough me<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough queues<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people unwilling to<\/span><\/p>\n

Use\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough love comes to me<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough love comes to she<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough love for the Lord<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough love for us all<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough interest<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough pay<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people working today<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough warmth<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough clothes<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people willing to flow<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people coming<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people willing to go<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people here<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough for me to fear<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough for you<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m not enough for you<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough love to keep my heart true<\/span><\/p>\n

To you<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough music<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough film<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough TV to fill me in<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough loving coming my way<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough poetry to make me stay<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people willing to pray<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people going today<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough snow<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough rice<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people willing to be nice<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people coming my way<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough people willing to pay<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough,<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough for you<\/span><\/p>\n

Not enough love<\/span><\/p>\n

For me and you.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

26\/12\/2011<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Be The One<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Gonna be the one you didn’t want me to be<\/span><\/p>\n

Be the one to fall to my knees<\/span><\/p>\n

Be the one to fall at your feet<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

26\/12\/2011<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

2010<\/strong><\/h3>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0To All of You<\/span><\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

To all of you who celebrate<\/p>\n

To all of you of a different faith<\/p>\n

To all of you alone, or lost, without a home or can’t pay the cost<\/p>\n

To all of you for whom death is near, or who’ve lost the life of someone dear<\/p>\n

To all of you touched by love, or are falling hard from a bad goodbye<\/p>\n

To all of you who suffer pain or have paid the price of another’s gain<\/p>\n

To all of you caught up in war, or who can’t see what this hell is for<\/p>\n

To all of you in once full rooms, with dreams that live no more<\/p>\n

To all of you who see what threatens or those who wait for life to beckon<\/p>\n

To all of you who were never mentioned, forced down roads of good intentions<\/p>\n

To all of you,<\/p>\n

You are us<\/p>\n

And we are here<\/p>\n

24\/12\/2010<\/p>\n

A.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

2009<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Silent Birds<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

\u201cSilent bird trace the horizon\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And in this world atones despair<\/span><\/p>\n

Where words could meet the sky<\/span><\/p>\n

I had a blind drunk, blind spot try<\/span><\/p>\n

Which urged the sky a gale<\/span><\/p>\n

You read me like a dot of Braille<\/span><\/p>\n

That ended up stopping<\/span><\/p>\n

At the end of the line.<\/span><\/p>\n

You asked to touch me one more time<\/span><\/p>\n

And one more time and one more time<\/span><\/p>\n

Your fingers read the scene<\/span><\/p>\n

But the words you read weren’t what I mean<\/span><\/p>\n

The silent birds disturbed your touch<\/span><\/p>\n

Where sad disclosures release the clutch.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes being word blind is just,<\/span><\/p>\n

Just a little<\/span><\/p>\n

Too much like writing double Dutch.<\/span><\/p>\n

28\/05\/09<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

2008<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Words are Brief<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Yesterday you sent me love,<\/span><\/p>\n

So many petals scattered<\/span><\/p>\n

We lay in each others’ arms<\/span><\/p>\n

The afterimage of your eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

Is imprinted in mine<\/span><\/p>\n

Your soft kisses of goodbye<\/span><\/p>\n

Gently eased the sorrow<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Today, your words are brief<\/span><\/p>\n

Your kisses are neatly lined<\/span><\/p>\n

I can not sense the truth<\/span><\/p>\n

I feel your hand hold mine<\/span><\/p>\n

Are you just tired<\/span><\/p>\n

Or will you ask your words<\/span><\/p>\n

Back home without me?<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

May 2008 8:44:55 PM<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

2007<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“Meet Me On The Pier” 18 March 2007 Take two<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

And action<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I open the door, you smile at the camera,<\/span><\/p>\n

The stars that guide you guide me too<\/span><\/p>\n

Fast forward<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

We climb the stairs<\/span><\/p>\n

Rewind<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Your fingers kiss<\/span><\/p>\n

Pause<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

A moment there<\/span><\/p>\n

Slow mo replay<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

In my arms<\/span><\/p>\n

You rise<\/span><\/p>\n

I fall<\/span><\/p>\n

Quiet<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

From crying laughter<\/span><\/p>\n

Play Animation sequence<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Our naked love Is born<\/span><\/p>\n

Lip-Sync<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

My mouth fills with your taste<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart is full of night,<\/span><\/p>\n

Fade to white<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Your sleepy breathing<\/span><\/p>\n

Offers me a fall<\/span><\/p>\n

Make-up!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Then a height<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Jenny is the set ready?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Across the sea the boat lights shine<\/span><\/p>\n

The stars that guide them guide me too<\/span><\/p>\n

Zoom, then blur<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

To the touch of your lips on mine<\/span><\/p>\n

Can’t wait for the rushes<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Roll credits<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

“My darling, for your love I thank you”<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Jenny<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

For God’s sake love!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Meet me in the water<\/span><\/p>\n

Come with me upon our bed<\/span><\/p>\n

Dissolve<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Even if the evening wind<\/span><\/p>\n

Catches our last breath<\/span><\/p>\n

Lower lights please<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I want to sleep beneath your weight<\/span><\/p>\n

Under the same roof<\/span><\/p>\n

Is there something you can’t see<\/span><\/p>\n

Strobe transitions<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Are dreams your truth?<\/span><\/p>\n

End titles commence<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if what you do<\/span><\/p>\n

Kills the love of those who love you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Close up<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I look in to the sorrow of your gaze<\/span><\/p>\n

Flash fade<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

In ecstatic fear you close your eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

Freeze frame<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Jen!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Meet me on the pier,<\/span><\/p>\n

Or in the water<\/span><\/p>\n

Where it meets the sky.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fade to grey<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Meet me in the shadows of our love<\/span><\/p>\n

Silence please we’re almost finished<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

And greet me in the kisses of goodbye.<\/span><\/p>\n

And cut<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

The Map<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Sitting in a caf\u00e9<\/span><\/p>\n

The woman<\/span><\/p>\n

Behind me<\/span><\/p>\n

Has walked out<\/span><\/p>\n

Half drunk<\/span><\/p>\n

Hot chocolate<\/span><\/p>\n

Plays on the radio<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Where we had touched<\/span><\/p>\n

Is visible today<\/span><\/p>\n

But the traces of you<\/span><\/p>\n

Shall soon<\/span><\/p>\n

Be washed away<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

The map of our journey<\/span><\/p>\n

Like a small island<\/span><\/p>\n

In the strong morning light<\/span><\/p>\n

Suggests a world<\/span><\/p>\n

Without you<\/span><\/p>\n

Punctures<\/span><\/p>\n

This peace<\/span><\/p>\n

I am crushed beneath the desert sands<\/span><\/p>\n

Drowned in the rivers that have run from us<\/span><\/p>\n

Through the Garden Of Eden<\/span><\/p>\n

To a land of silence<\/span><\/p>\n

I am lost<\/span><\/p>\n

Down stream<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI feel a bit resentful\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI imagine you do\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI feel cursed,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be with someone<\/span><\/p>\n

Who is not you”<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

\u201cI’m sorry, I shall leave reminders of me<\/span><\/p>\n

And will always remember you.<\/span><\/p>\n

You’ve been so understanding\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have no option\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell goodbye then\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

A man jumps through the caf\u00e9 door and startles the waitress<\/span><\/p>\n

He laughs and says \u201cYou don’t look like you appreciated that\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

My housekeeper cleans<\/span><\/p>\n

All traces of you shall be gone<\/span><\/p>\n

We will both fade into the list of lovers<\/span><\/p>\n

Whose dreams we learned to forget<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

I will sit in a caf\u00e9<\/span><\/p>\n

Recognise you in a mirror<\/span><\/p>\n

You’ll notice nothing<\/span><\/p>\n

I will not reach out<\/span><\/p>\n

To touch you<\/span><\/p>\n

I will wonder<\/span><\/p>\n

What all this was about<\/span><\/p>\n

And this will be the only evidence<\/span><\/p>\n

Of my sadness<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Simon Smith 24 March 2007<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

2004<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Lest we forget<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

I heard you turn away<\/span>
\n Your leaving gently freed<\/span>
\n The thoughts that fall and rise like sleeping<\/span>
\n breathing in me,<\/span>
\n The shallow hollow of words agreed<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

I have the truth and it is wrong<\/span>
\n I would believe your kind<\/span>
\n Appeasing kisses<\/span>
\n Lying upon my bed<\/span>
\n Your breathing is strong,<\/span>
\n Long,<\/span>
\n Once gone<\/span>
\n It smells of broken dreams<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

I read your thoughts upon the moon light<\/span>
\n You’ll escape through the covers<\/span>
\n Shadows chased us to this moment<\/span>
\n In time<\/span>
\n For a long time<\/span>
\n You whisper to a dream that I am yours<\/span>
\n While you gesture you’re not and will never be mine.<\/span>
\n Again<\/span>
\n The moon struck a shadow<\/span>
\n Upon these words<\/span>
\n Where it was light you laughed<\/span>
\n Silence betrayed the rest<\/span>
\n And what was left was hushed<\/span>
\n And marked<\/span>
\n ” Lest we forget”<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

09\/08\/2005<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Four kisses<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

I do not fear death<\/span>
\n I fear losing you though<\/span>
\n There was a life before we met<\/span>
\n And this life<\/span>
\n With the you that I know<\/span>
\n Your love, like a dying soul<\/span>
\n Has lost its memory<\/span>
\n And you may be gone soon<\/span>
\n But this connection<\/span>
\n Is four kisses wide<\/span>
\n And a thousand<\/span>
\n Painful missed<\/span>
\n Kisses deep<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

I will wait for you a while<\/span>
\n I will hold our breath<\/span>
\n I will hold you ’til you<\/span>
\n Dream without me<\/span>
\n Until you no longer<\/span>
\n Hold me<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Then these four kisses<\/span>
\n Will tell of what you cared<\/span>
\n To forget<\/span>
\n And I wish you’d remember<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

X X X X – Each for our connection
\nbetween mind, body, heart and soul. To A<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

20\/06\/2005<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

4 nights<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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You’re asleep one thousand miles away<\/span>
\n I feel your head weigh quiet upon my shoulder<\/span>
\n Your fading breath rises to darkness<\/span>
\n This is the sky that connects us<\/span><\/p>\n

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Your face turns towards me<\/span>
\n Your lips touch mine in passing<\/span>
\n Your breath enters me<\/span>
\n Draws me deeper into our dreams<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

I feel the pain you sleep upon<\/span>
\n The fast of misunderstanding’s echoes<\/span>
\n 40 days and 40 years<\/span>
\n And 4 nights of pain remain<\/span><\/p>\n

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In the darkness<\/span>
\n Holding you<\/span>
\n I await<\/span><\/p>\n

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24th December 2004 –\u00a0To A<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Breakfast memory<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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The bread is as we left it this morning<\/span>
\n Its slices have draped themselves into the shape of a figure sleeping<\/span>
\n Breakfast debris across the table, a movement forgotten<\/span>
\n Has dreamt of nothing since we silenced this house of laughter<\/span><\/p>\n

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The winter light has brushed the shadows<\/span>
\n To extremes of yearning<\/span>
\n From the rush<\/span>
\n To the hush of our departure<\/span><\/p>\n

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I will sleep upon stones when you’re not with me<\/span>
\n In the morning your half-opened eyes will heal me<\/span>
\n In the tea we pour is our compassion<\/span>
\n In the bread that we eat is our daily life<\/span>
\n Shared in the love of morning.<\/span><\/p>\n

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07\/12\/2004 –\u00a0To A<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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Calling you<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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You stand in this public place<\/span>
\n For privacy<\/span>
\n You’re at the top of the stairs talking on your mobile phone<\/span>
\n I pass you<\/span>
\n I want to step in to your arms, back first, look round<\/span>
\n My closed mouth stroking across your face<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

The signal is bad<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

The staircase is white<\/span>
\n I can’t stop my self from singing<\/span>
\n “She’s buying a stairway to heaven”<\/span>
\n But actually I feel it’s me who’s started making offers<\/span>
\n But ended up begging.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

As I work<\/span>
\n Your dark figure wraps around my mind<\/span>
\n I want to keep you in the corner of my eye<\/span>
\n But your eyes pour tears into mine<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

When we are distant I close my eyes<\/span>
\n To affirm your intention of non participation<\/span>
\n But when you are near<\/span>
\n I want to feel you empty yourself within me<\/span>
\n Your heaviness upon me<\/span><\/p>\n

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Boots and a skirt I can not help but laugh<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/h4>\n

You ask me to sing a song for you<\/span>
\n My heart and breath serenade habitual dark longing echoes<\/span>
\n But from where you are there is just the sound of a voice saying<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

“Hello I can’t hear you<\/span>
\n Can you hear me?”<\/span><\/p>\n

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And then just silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

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To\u00a0A and EH<\/em><\/span>
\n \u00a9 Simon Smith London September 2004<\/span><\/p>\n

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These days are not forever<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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These days are not forever<\/span>
\n They will slide in to our history<\/span>
\n Like paper on a river<\/span>
\n One day they’ll float out to sea<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

These days are gonna float away<\/span><\/p>\n

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Sometimes you’ll be here<\/span>
\n Taking my heart<\/span>
\n Some days you’ll feel here<\/span>
\n At the start<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

But come to me<\/span>
\n And you’ll feel my heart despair<\/span>
\n And my breath upon your neck<\/span>
\n And my face against your hair<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Sometimes you’ll feel that the night is dark as ice<\/span>
\n And the love we had is all we had to guide us to paradise<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

The darkest night will come to you<\/span>
\n No matter where you hide<\/span>
\n It’s part of life she says to me<\/span>
\n As she takes me inside<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

But the darkest night<\/span>
\n Can be warm inside<\/span>
\n Can be warm<\/span>
\n For you and I<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

We live in a world<\/span>
\n Where strangers come<\/span>
\n And greet us like old friends<\/span>
\n They come with gifts that make us feel good<\/span>
\n And leave us to defend against the hatred<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

31 \/ 07 \/ 04<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Leaning evening<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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I lean out my window to feel the warm air brush me with good news.<\/span><\/p>\n

My neighbours are laughing,<\/span><\/p>\n

Another’s barking dog is hushed<\/span><\/p>\n

His name escapes down the street<\/span><\/p>\n

“Archie!”<\/span><\/p>\n

Then it is quiet<\/span><\/p>\n

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The smell of cooked food from a thousand gardens pleads with me<\/span><\/p>\n

I look along the path for a hungry neighbour<\/span><\/p>\n

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Car light searchlights warn me<\/span><\/p>\n

Of a curfew’s virtue<\/span><\/p>\n

I keep my room dusky for now<\/span><\/p>\n

Wrapped in shadowed blurriness<\/span><\/p>\n

A cyclist treads slow past my window<\/span><\/p>\n

The wind’s low<\/span><\/p>\n

My papers rustle to the floor<\/span><\/p>\n

And these trees echo the gentle shiverings<\/span><\/p>\n

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16\/06\/2004<\/span>
\n \u00a9 Simon Smith<\/span><\/p>\n

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The poems beyond this point are mainly laid out chronologically and are unedited for now.<\/span><\/p>\n

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2003<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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You read my words<\/strong><\/span>
\n But my voice is as silent as light<\/span>
\n My heart darts in<\/span>
\n And out of shadows<\/span>
\n Between buildings<\/span>
\n Photographs of me are falling from trees<\/span>
\n But to you they are merely leaves<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

To you I am a doubt<\/span>
\n You look for a face<\/span>
\n Through the eyes of a mask<\/span>
\n I am a soldier of infidelity<\/span>
\n Carrying the light of mystery<\/span>
\n In to your version of reality<\/span><\/p>\n

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Written with the help of an online friend “Rachel”
\n27th March 2003<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I am alone at my place.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Your joke walks in the room<\/span>
\n We break the silence<\/span>
\n Your fingers trace laughter lines<\/span>
\n That bind me to you<\/span>
\n Moments snatched and stretched linger<\/span>
\n I am frightened by their enormity<\/span>
\n And confused by this feeling’s simplicity<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

I fell backwards into the river<\/span>
\n Your arms catch me unaware<\/span>
\n Where I expected to be shocked<\/span>
\n Is a wave of calm silently washing over me.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

18th May 2003<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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You are spinning slowly in the corner of my eye<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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A crowd gathers around, applauds your beauty<\/span>
\n I feel the emptiness drone through<\/span>
\n Your audience is smiling, gazing at your eyes<\/span>
\n You walk off stage, no one has seen you<\/span>
\n My eyes are full of tears seeping through a dream<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

I am standing above a seated woman<\/span>
\n She faces away from me<\/span>
\n I breathe in her scent<\/span>
\n Breathing in a memory<\/span><\/p>\n

“I have waited ten life-times to meet you<\/span>
\n I am willing to wait 10 more”<\/span>
\n Breathing memories between lives<\/span>
\n Two swans swim in the black sky river<\/span>
\n I recognise your beauty in this silence<\/span><\/p>\n

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May 24th 2003<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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Everything that Dies\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Comes to sleep in dreams<\/span>
\n The bright sun light shines<\/span>
\n I dance this way<\/span>
\n I dance that way<\/span>
\n With you for a second<\/span>
\n The heat reaching up<\/span>
\n I’m scared of the fear<\/span>
\n How many hands have passed upon your face?<\/span>
\n Fading life, failing light, words insight<\/span>
\n My finger follows the journey of your smile<\/span>
\n To a life reserved.<\/span>
\n But not for me<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

A dog in the evening sunlight smells the air<\/span>
\n I dance a circle around him<\/span>
\n His eyes half close<\/span>
\n I push my face into his neck<\/span>
\n I am connected to you<\/span>
\n Through everything anywhere.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It does not matter that you aren’t there.<\/span><\/p>\n

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May 27th 2003<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I step left<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Your sword rushes air upon my face<\/span>
\n Slow motion moments are drawing quietly<\/span><\/p>\n

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It is not death that strikes fear through me<\/span>
\n But your wish to help me die in agony<\/span><\/p>\n

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Your eyes search for weakness<\/span>
\n Mine sense your yearning<\/span><\/p>\n

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I sway my right side away from you<\/span>
\n Your imbalance is an opportunity<\/span><\/p>\n

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You start to fall, your face sleeps<\/span>
\n You dream of surrendering<\/span><\/p>\n

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Your hands grip ever harder<\/span>
\n We do not plan to die<\/span><\/p>\n

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Only the moment slides.<\/span><\/p>\n

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28th May 2003<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She walks out of our home<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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“I’ll probably be back later, when will you be out?” The place is a mess.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I feel calm, slightly sad, not sure what to do with myself.<\/span>
\n Not panicking, but waiting for a compulsive urge to search her out<\/span>
\n I have been searching for her for 9 years and have not found her<\/span>
\n I mourned for her throughout this whole time<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Here at the end of the grieving she closes the door but takes the keys<\/span>
\n “Relationships don’t end they just change” I said when I asked her to leave<\/span><\/p>\n

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It’s a windy grey rainy landscape we stand in<\/span>
\n These cross roads are painted across my mind (they cross in anger, our paths keep crossing, separating ways, and crossing our hearts).<\/span>
\n Where we crucify our love and pray for it to rest in peace or find resurrection, and for it to forgive our trespasses.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Goodbye means God be with you<\/span>
\n And in every goodbye is an echo of every goodbye we endured.<\/span><\/p>\n

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22\/06\/2003<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Words written on my mobile phone while driving through America<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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It doesn’t matter that you’re not here<\/span>
\n That you don’t call me<\/span>
\n Or tell me where you are,<\/span>
\n You’re in my mind still<\/span>
\n Moving through the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Missing you,<\/span>
\n You are sleeping 6000 miles away.<\/span>
\n Can you feel my sadness?<\/span><\/p>\n

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l would call you but you are happier dreaming.<\/span>
\n As you wake I lay my head to rest.<\/span>
\n Our heads are together briefly.<\/span><\/p>\n

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l reach out but you are already preparing for your day.<\/span>
\n So I close my eyes and dream you are with me.<\/span>
\n DREAM:<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

You and I are talking<\/span>
\n I notice you are starting to cry.<\/span>
\n l give you a gesture of a hug and unlike in real life you reciprocate.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Then we are standing \/ sitting on a railway line<\/span>
\n As I move closer you move away almost unconsciously<\/span>
\n So I tell you and you laugh, then you move towards to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Dream Ends<\/span>
\n We are all looking for someone to fall in to.<\/span>
\n Some one who we still think is beautiful after our lust has gone.<\/span>
\n Someone we can trust not to betray us<\/span>
\n Who can hold us close in their mind when we aren’t there.<\/span>
\n Someone we can fall in to.<\/span>
\n Who like a trampoline<\/span>
\n Will help us to land safely and bounce back again.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It is enough to be near you<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Late July to early August 2003<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I can not read the words in front of me<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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I Listen for the sound of your key turning in the door<\/span><\/p>\n

I Walk through the house looking for you<\/span><\/p>\n

I Listen for your voice<\/span><\/p>\n

Every taxi that pulls up<\/span><\/p>\n

I hope carries you on a compulsive quest<\/span><\/p>\n

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I Want to bring you what you need<\/span><\/p>\n

I Want to help you where I can<\/span><\/p>\n

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But you will not enter,<\/span>
\n Will not speak,<\/span>
\n Will not ask<\/span>
\n And will not trust me.<\/span><\/p>\n

9th August 2003<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I can not bear that you’re not here<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Each tear that falls from my eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

Hits true<\/span><\/p>\n

Upon you like a pin<\/span><\/p>\n

And though I want for you and I to be together<\/span><\/p>\n

Neither of us knows whether that’s a dream<\/span><\/p>\n

Sliding away from reality<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Tonight driving through the hot drunk crowds of a Saturday in August<\/span><\/p>\n

My throat felt constricted by an invisible hand<\/span><\/p>\n

My chest felt squeezed tight<\/span><\/p>\n

I wanted to be gently sleeping next to you<\/span><\/p>\n

Your legs resting around me until the heat became too much.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The whole world could disappear.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Tonight I entered my dark house alone<\/span><\/p>\n

No cats, lover, lodgers or friends to greet me,<\/span><\/p>\n

But notions of love hold me upright<\/span><\/p>\n

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I mourn you so much in this silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I know I will be happy again<\/span><\/p>\n

I will hold you tomorrow maybe<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet one day we will part forever<\/span><\/p>\n

And tonight I am remembering that<\/span><\/p>\n

And all the other love that washed upon me<\/span><\/p>\n

Then fled with the moon.<\/span><\/p>\n

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10th August 2003<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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A million people sit together, alone waiting.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Listening for their lost one’s key to turn<\/span>
\n Looking out the window at every passing taxi<\/span>
\n In case their love is returning<\/span>
\n Walking through every room to see if they’ve come home<\/span>
\n Finding only sunlight cast across their bed<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Fear racks through every pore,<\/span>
\n A slight sweat that is too warm<\/span>
\n No hunger –<\/span>
\n The D diet (depression, divorce, distance, dislocated, disenchanted)<\/span><\/p>\n

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In dreams she is still here.<\/span>
\n I will sleep until I come alive again<\/span><\/p>\n

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15th august 2003<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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You sleep in white rooms<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Time ticks slowly from<\/span><\/p>\n

This way<\/span><\/p>\n

I turn and time moves slower still<\/span><\/p>\n

Nine years have passed<\/span><\/p>\n

Memories move me<\/span><\/p>\n

Vivid as yesterday<\/span><\/p>\n

I watch you sleeping<\/span><\/p>\n

Nine years ago<\/span><\/p>\n

This morning<\/span><\/p>\n

I can not tell the difference<\/span><\/p>\n

We are sleeping in white rooms<\/span><\/p>\n

Seasons swirl in circles slowly round us<\/span><\/p>\n

Their colours lightly touch the wall<\/span><\/p>\n

I kiss you gently<\/span><\/p>\n

But you do not stir<\/span><\/p>\n

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13 September 2003<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Poems from the Microsoft greetings Card commission<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Here’s a link to the one that made it<\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Someone from Microsoft called me on friday and asked if I could prepare a poem for Monday. I came up with about 25 ideas over the weekend. Here’s a couple from the short list.<\/span><\/p>\n

November 2002<\/span><\/p>\n

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This next poem was meant to be about my relationship with “my talent” …. erhum …. well that’s what they asked for.<\/span><\/p>\n

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We will meet on Bridges<\/strong>\u00a0across the Thames at 5 am<\/span>
\n In smoky bars you’ll capture my heart and<\/span>
\n At dawn let it go again<\/span>
\n You inspire my children in laughter<\/span>
\n Take my thoughts and turn them in to others<\/span>
\n Lay gifts at the root of my journeys<\/span>
\n Trickle miracles through my fingers<\/span>
\n Bring words of peace to troubles<\/span>
\n Read poetry in the darkness<\/span>
\n Sing silence within me<\/span>
\n Give to receive me<\/span>
\n Your love to<\/span>
\n Teach me<\/span>
\n Let me<\/span>
\n Be<\/span><\/p>\n

November 24th 2002<\/span><\/p>\n

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The cold air stroked across my face
\n<\/strong><\/span>Someone joined the gathering<\/span>
\n The warm, damp breath of cattle<\/span>
\n Hushed shuffling and mutterings<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Upon the straw bed that was mine<\/span>
\n That I had laid fresh this day<\/span>
\n Water trickled<\/span>
\n Like a miracle<\/span><\/p>\n

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“It’s beautiful but it’s freezing out there”<\/strong><\/span>
\n I look through the window at the silent moonlit land that I call home<\/span>
\n I am reflected in the glass, like the ghost of summers past<\/span>
\n I swivel around to look back at the windows on my screen<\/span>
\n See the places where my dreams have been born laughing to the world<\/span>
\n Tonight I’ll take the words we said and bounce them to the moon and back<\/span><\/p>\n

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Just for the crack<\/span><\/p>\n

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I used to stand alone<\/span>
\n But now the connections permeate my meaning<\/span>
\n Those soulful eyes across the world have looked upon me<\/span>
\n And filled me with the freedom joy brings and the gratitude of being<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/h4>\n

Somewhere beneath the snow lie a billion seeds waiting<\/span>
\n And every star above me is a soul queuing to live<\/span><\/p>\n

Declaration of Dependence<\/h4>\n

A week ago, we met for the last time<\/p>\n

You returned my declaration of dependence<\/p>\n

I thanked you for our time together<\/p>\n

But now, I’m tired of it all and I feel little for you<\/p>\n

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21.10.1990 Simon Smith<\/p>\n

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In the silences of indecision<\/h4>\n

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In the silences of indecision<\/p>\n

The brink of loving.<\/p>\n

You cut out my name<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll visit the spot<\/p>\n

The criminal always does<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

When that child wept<\/p>\n

The kitchen overflowed with tears<\/p>\n

So that downstairs<\/p>\n

Mr O\u2019Keefe\u2019s ceiling cracked<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

I saw you there once<\/p>\n

Walking through the understated moments of your life<\/p>\n

You took the hat from your head<\/p>\n

And laughing threw it to the gulls<\/p>\n

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Mercilessly they thought it was food<\/p>\n

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Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

1990\/2022<\/p>\n

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Waiting Forever<\/h4>\n

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One day I won\u2019t feel a thing for you<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll forget I was waiting forever for you to find me<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

2007<\/p>\n

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The Right Decision<\/h4>\n

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\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

The closer I drive to where you might be<\/p>\n

The greater the rod of cold burning fear<\/p>\n

Impaling me to you,<\/p>\n

Holding me to your breast<\/p>\n

Where I bite too hard, and you move away betrayed<\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

You walk to and from the kitchen<\/p>\n

Each time I watch you<\/p>\n

I see your nipples push through your loose T-shirt<\/p>\n

And I want you to come to me<\/p>\n

Sit astride of my hips<\/p>\n

And place my cock inside you<\/p>\n

And come deep within you<\/p>\n

Make a child in you<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

But I have already said that it is time we parted<\/p>\n

That we cannot go anywhere together and be happy<\/p>\n

That a child is a dark proposition<\/p>\n

That love and lust is not enough<\/p>\n

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Lately the war has moved from you and I to inside me<\/p>\n

Emotions and rationality combine for some bloody fighting<\/p>\n

Leaving me shattered upon our bed<\/p>\n

Where I watch you pass to and fro’<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon you ‘Il be gone<\/p>\n

My children will ask if you’re home<\/p>\n

And I will try not to cry in front of them<\/p>\n

Then I\u2019ll recall a bad moment between us and know it is right to part now<\/p>\n

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But this is surgery without anaesthetic<\/p>\n

Anger may help like an intermediary<\/p>\n

But eventually sadness covers everything<\/p>\n

And then a slow healing<\/p>\n

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In future dreams<\/p>\n

We meet outside a hospital and as strangers find a caf\u00e9<\/p>\n

Drinking tea, we’ll ask of the time between now and then<\/p>\n

Of the new partners and directions we found<\/p>\n

And of how to part was the right decision<\/p>\n

But for now my addiction to you means to me that’s not true<\/p>\n

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Simon Mark Smith 2002<\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/h2>\n

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Sweet Nothings<\/h2>\n

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Behind me<\/p>\n

Their hands run down my back<\/p>\n

Between my legs<\/p>\n

Turn me over and hold me<\/p>\n

My defence<\/p>\n

A vague memory of regret and coldness<\/p>\n

Together, they and I, will leave the gift of loneliness<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d they laugh, \u201cThere\u2019s always the seven wondrous escapes,<\/p>\n

They\u2019ll lead you all the way back to insignificance\u201d<\/p>\n

Still, their touch is warm and sweet<\/p>\n

Whispering now<\/p>\n

\u2018I ache for you, and I ache from you’<\/p>\n

I always look forward to the taste of sweet nothings<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith 1990\/2022<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

The birds spiralled<\/h4>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The birds spiralled<\/p>\n

A storm<\/p>\n

Where the sunlight shone<\/p>\n

A shadow blackened field<\/p>\n

Shimmered darkness<\/p>\n

Hands waved in the wind<\/p>\n

The birds spiralled down<\/p>\n

And one by one settled<\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

1990\/2022<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

The earliest thoughts are lost<\/h2>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

I had a friend called JoJo<\/p>\n

When we both caught measles, he asked if they were German<\/p>\n

Lee Roy and I danced in a lightning storm<\/p>\n

Africa connected us<\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

1990<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Last Meetings<\/h2>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

The position of your stance<\/p>\n

The distance silenced you<\/p>\n

I asked you for a word<\/p>\n

You smiled \u201cIt was nothing\u201d<\/p>\n

So, I said nothing<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt our love<\/p>\n

Lowered in the ground<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

In your hair flowers grew<\/p>\n

White for idealism<\/p>\n

Black for forgetfulness<\/p>\n

Red for the passion of your moving mimes<\/p>\n

All that had been good was quietly buried in an unmarked grave<\/p>\n

In some corner, forever idealised and forgotten.<\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a9 1990 Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

THE WAKING MOMENTS<\/h2>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

If I dreamed I had you here<\/p>\n

Would the waking moments<\/p>\n

Always be too near<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Could the dream be all I need?<\/p>\n

Or would the waking moments<\/p>\n

Always be a second to concede<\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

If I dreamt, we’d be together<\/p>\n

Would the waking moments<\/p>\n

Always be too soon forever<\/p>\n

Always be inside of me<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith 22. 6. 1990<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Three People<\/h2>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Three people in a field in gowns that flow dark flames<\/p>\n

The worst thing is<\/p>\n

Not knowing when the bad got in<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

1990\/2022<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Where Children Lie<\/h2>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Where children lie down their hearts,<\/p>\n

And wept for joy and the smiling mother<\/p>\n

Turn around and show them your pain<\/p>\n

An old man sits down in the sun<\/p>\n

On sand-filled pillows<\/p>\n

Waving goodbye<\/p>\n

A candle flickers<\/p>\n

Smiling yellow teeth.<\/p>\n

Standing on the roadside<\/p>\n

I kiss your brow<\/p>\n

A tighter muscle now<\/p>\n

I feel your heart gripping at my chest<\/p>\n

Like the noise children make playing<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

At night sometimes you pray<\/p>\n

Sometimes you touch me<\/p>\n

Your presence in every muttered silence<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

You bathed in the water<\/p>\n

The water turned to wine<\/p>\n

And wine became his blood<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Decay in your skin<\/p>\n

I scratch mine off before sleeping<\/p>\n

I could kiss your bones<\/p>\n

If I loved your soul<\/p>\n

I would grasp your meaning,<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Your tear drops on my tongue<\/p>\n

Soothe my lust<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll pretend to sleep<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

You bathed in the blood, and the blood turned to loving<\/p>\n

And the loving turned to blood<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

Sunday 9th<\/sup> March 1986\/2022<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Without Love<\/h2>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sleep easy tonight<\/p>\n

Lay down<\/p>\n

Let your heart sleep<\/p>\n

Let the weight weep from your eyes and in cool sunlight rise<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Let memories of devotion<\/p>\n

Lay veils upon your dream ocean<\/p>\n

Let night fall upon you<\/p>\n

Hold me<\/p>\n

Let rainbows come to your garden<\/p>\n

Let the end of the rainbow be a toy for your children<\/p>\n

Unwind strings of devotion<\/p>\n

A breeze blows your curtains open<\/p>\n

Children fly past the window night<\/p>\n

Love me, hold me<\/p>\n

Hold me to the light<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Along the sea front a man walks carrying a gun<\/p>\n

Children of devotion are at one<\/p>\n

Hold me,<\/p>\n

Yeah these people behind me, whispering behind me<\/p>\n

These things I do,<\/p>\n

Whispered to me<\/p>\n

And blamed on you.<\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Compulsion,<\/p>\n

Impulsion,<\/p>\n

Scratch that itch<\/p>\n

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-Chastity, liberty, poverty, hereditary, obligatory,<\/p>\n

oblige me, forgive me, love me, just be a victim to me<\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lie down in front of me<\/p>\n

Lie down in front of me<\/p>\n

Be a player ln my fantasy<\/p>\n

Break my heart in fantasy<\/p>\n

Fulfil this prophecy<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cry to me, lie to me,<\/p>\n

love me with prophecies<\/p>\n

Lie down with me<\/p>\n

Be an actress in my fantasy<\/p>\n

Without<\/p>\n

Love<\/p>\n

Me<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith – summer 1991<\/p>\n

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Without Words<\/h2>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

You\u2019re sitting on the couch<\/p>\n

You pout at me, then standing up<\/p>\n

Say you forgive me<\/p>\n

Slapping me on my head playfully<\/p>\n

Without a word<\/p>\n

You walk away forever<\/p>\n

I look out the window into your eyes<\/p>\n

I know this story well<\/p>\n

The end is the beginning of another tale<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith 2007<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

You Don’t Seem to Move<\/h2>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

You don’t seem to move<\/p>\n

But behind that strobe of light<\/p>\n

You dance<\/p>\n

Dance and I shall feel<\/p>\n

Not see you<\/p>\n

Move me in never-ending circles<\/p>\n

Move me in blue waters<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

And I shall kiss<\/p>\n

Your breathless lips<\/p>\n

Your aching hips<\/p>\n

With the sounds of water sleeping<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

This moment<\/p>\n

Soft as your hair<\/p>\n

Like love on a purple sky day<\/p>\n

Breathing together on a bed<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Simon Mark Smith<\/p>\n

20\/11\/83 and edited 2022<\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Your Mouth<\/h2>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once you said \u2018love me\u2019<\/p>\n

My nose stroked along your neck<\/p>\n

\u2018Stop there\u2019<\/p>\n

We did so<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2018Let\u2019s watch the sky\u2019<\/p>\n

You screamed out<\/p>\n

\u2018Love me\u2019<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

We sat back and watched a late film.<\/p>\n

I cried<\/p>\n

And kissed you once<\/p>\n

While you were sleeping<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

You shattered into a fall of glass<\/p>\n

I found your mouth on diamond-shaped sliver<\/p>\n

I hid it in my chest away from those crying eyes<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

For fun, you ate me from the inside<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a9 Simon Mark Smith 1990<\/p>\n

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