Smoky Hoss Poems
|521.||Prints In The Sand||12/18/2012|
|525.||A Young Mans Dream||7/12/2012|
|527.||Cat & I||7/10/2011|
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Come and see the old poet
Laying in his bed of ashes and dust,
His love in ruins
His mentality frozen by restless rust,
His hungry heart emptied of it's fertile blood
His souls melodic purpose nearly gone,
The mellifluous music now so silent
The end, of a once wonderful and powerful song.
What happened to this poet
With dread you may ask,
The ancient story ofcourse
The evils of age and wear, and so damned many things out there
Working away at his heart, fulfilling their wretched task.
When poets speak truth and beauty into this old ...
I search for Paradise
in your eyes,
I no longer believe
my own lies.
I'm drawn down
to the core,
trying to find
what livings for.
The sun sets