Dawson Walter Smith
Biography of Dawson Walter Smith
Dawson Walter Smith started writing in his adolescence and eventually stopped before graduating high school driven by wanting to impress a girl. He wrote nearly 1000 poems and sonnets during his high school years. He served in Afghanistan after high school as a truck driver while in the Marines. He published a book of 250 poems when he was 20 years old. He did a lot of synthetic drugs including synthetic marijuana and synthetic cocaine while he was in the Marines because they could not be drug tested for them. He developed intestinal cancer shortly after stopping them after multiple years of daily use. He was 25 when he developed cancer. He was said to have studied science from the library on his own after the Marines instead of going to college. He was also an inventor that created some of his own personal inventions for private use, he never openly tried to explain himself. All he would say is that they worked the way he wanted them to and they were not for sale. He never filed any patents. Currently there has been no eulogy of him but very little else is known of him.
He was said to be 15/16 German and 1/16 English.
Dawson Walter Smith's Works:
The Bad Comes With The Good
Dawson Walter Smith Poems
New York City
It's a busy city, Most people never pay no mind. Don't expect to find any pity, You don't know what you might find.
A Roses' Petal
To walk the petal of a rose, on a coffin under a tombstone. Would mean to have walked the halls of the otherside, yet still here above ground.
A Rough Day
Winter will come and go, Seasons don't last forever. Whats left ever will eventually show, What has survived the endeavor.
Love hath taken me, Much farther then I had ever thought. Way past that of fantasy, To that which could be wrought.
The Lady And The Tramp
Where did the time go? It's already now and it feels like yesterday was then. But it all went so slow, truth is though I probably couldn't tell you when.
So far have we yet come, That in my lifetime. The winds here in history, May not even chime.
The Day That Never Comes
Alas this many days it has been, I have waited for someone to see clearly. But it has been much a time since then, My patience slowly grows more weary.
Walking The Path
We hath chose our course, not no additional. So this path we shall take, staying direct not subliminal. Eternity is who we have come for, not temporary. Don't make a mistake, this isn't a contest to out speed the drake.
Wings Of Love
Air flows through our time, Gentle as a breeze. Strong as a storm, Chilling enough to freeze.
Tribute To My Relief
Meaningful moments dwell beneath the sea, To the blind and mortal realm. Hidden from the destiny of what life shall be, To a pain with the will to overwhelm.
Time Turned Into Something
Rhtythm can't find its arrival, Into a less forgiving realm. Never worried about survival, When it would only overhwlem.
Falling into this hole, When I can’t feel the pain. The mark left on your soul, Once life has been slain.
Rhythym Steadily Flows
Plaguing thoughts have found my mind, Tormenting me away from the dream. Breed within the loophole you would find, Within the terrible pain of each scream.
Wings Of Love
Air flows through our time,
Gentle as a breeze.
Strong as a storm,
Chilling enough to freeze.
The cold shows us our own warmth,
We have for those we care for.
Never leave them in the cold,
Holding hands of who we adore.