Imperfection is a mirror image of buety in anothers eye's
the abstract self in a shattered mirror of tears, filled with lust and pain
the grain of sand in the hourglass halts
as the pool distilled with hope of Love remains
until the faithful day of reckoning is upon us, we wait
we wait for anothers light to shine the way
and bridge the gap between loss and faith
we wait silently as if nothing is there
till the ultimate power of truth guides the way
out of the darkness of within
and out to explore the world of buety and hope
we find our way together, our lives intertwined
to find our way sweet spot, happiness is mine
till that final day i will be there
always and forever to care
until death does us part
Written by:Ashley smith 16/11/09
Sunday, November 15, 2009
The Girl Accross The Way
to scream out load, yet not make a sound
with senseless looks and the glow in her eye
we part our ways, but the feeling dwells
when nobody speaks, yet enough has been said
when she walks away, and the night creeps on
we know she's mine, yet she doesn't agree
the mark has been made, and the scar will remain
the thought will be there, until we meet yet again
the moves will be made and the winners remain
till that faithful day, i wait alone
the hope will linger, until faiths all gone
she rocks my world, and things will be done
the smile on her face, will not be alone
and once again our lives's be intertwined
with senseless looks and the glow in her eye
we part our ways, but the feeling dwells
when nobody speaks, yet enough has been said
when she walks away, and the night creeps on
we know she's mine, yet she doesn't agree
the mark has been made, and the scar will remain
the thought will be there, until we meet yet again
the moves will be made and the winners remain
till that faithful day, i wait alone
the hope will linger, until faiths all gone
she rocks my world, and things will be done
the smile on her face, will not be alone
and once again our lives's be intertwined
Luck
A faithless hope, a lack of shame
Too many drinks, this girl ain't mine
to think to much, and act to little
to on to hopeless faith, yet to loose your mind
this life is cruise, if you let it flow by
but to act is human, why should we let it go by
to want, to feel is emotional faith
which we allow ourselves to deny each day
when feelings are felt and wishes go by
how can we see when love is so blind
when crowds get rough, and girls flow by
why won't he act, instead she walks by
now here's his chance, to win over her love
to be himself, and hopefully not fail
his heart races fast, as she approaches
she speaks but a whisper, and he is hers
now to seal the deal and win her over
the light dims out well, and the noise creeps away as he touches her slowly
there is a glow in her eye,
the battle is won and they both end up home
now to see where it goes and hopefully not gone
Too many drinks, this girl ain't mine
to think to much, and act to little
to on to hopeless faith, yet to loose your mind
this life is cruise, if you let it flow by
but to act is human, why should we let it go by
to want, to feel is emotional faith
which we allow ourselves to deny each day
when feelings are felt and wishes go by
how can we see when love is so blind
when crowds get rough, and girls flow by
why won't he act, instead she walks by
now here's his chance, to win over her love
to be himself, and hopefully not fail
his heart races fast, as she approaches
she speaks but a whisper, and he is hers
now to seal the deal and win her over
the light dims out well, and the noise creeps away as he touches her slowly
there is a glow in her eye,
the battle is won and they both end up home
now to see where it goes and hopefully not gone
Our Imperfect World
why can't we escape it, a reality of pain and suffering to be so close yet to stray so far we choose our path but look back on our scars why can't we be happy, to run and to flee through the dreams filled with hope and wonderful glee
dreams where the clouds are a soft orange and the moon creeps slowly toward it's goal
where the tree's sway with meaning and the birds fill it all
dreams where water is soft and cools down your feet
and the grass is blanket of green, bladed with sweetness
this place we shall go, for ignorant bliss
a place where we're welcome, to live and to speak
this world is like no other, we shall not remain
for this world is not ready, to leave behind all this pain
for when we return, from our wonderful adventure
we shall not be angry, nor violent by nature
we shall live as one, and accept one another
but who are we kidding it's not human nature
for now we must live, among the chaos of all
and struggle through life, to we reach our goal
one day we look back, and see what we've done
and hope all is well from these deeds that have come
so when we grow old and think all is well
we shall remember our dreams and put them up on a wall
for the youth is next to make our mistake's
or maybe they'll learn and live without regrets
Written BY:Ashley Smith November 2 2009
dreams where the clouds are a soft orange and the moon creeps slowly toward it's goal
where the tree's sway with meaning and the birds fill it all
dreams where water is soft and cools down your feet
and the grass is blanket of green, bladed with sweetness
this place we shall go, for ignorant bliss
a place where we're welcome, to live and to speak
this world is like no other, we shall not remain
for this world is not ready, to leave behind all this pain
for when we return, from our wonderful adventure
we shall not be angry, nor violent by nature
we shall live as one, and accept one another
but who are we kidding it's not human nature
for now we must live, among the chaos of all
and struggle through life, to we reach our goal
one day we look back, and see what we've done
and hope all is well from these deeds that have come
so when we grow old and think all is well
we shall remember our dreams and put them up on a wall
for the youth is next to make our mistake's
or maybe they'll learn and live without regrets
Written BY:Ashley Smith November 2 2009
The Man That Died Too Young
through brocken bottle's and shattered dreams lay an empty pool of blood in loss and heartache fear and lust a lonely man lays dead he did no wrong yet suffered well and felt a womans wrath in the end we all go out with no big bang or thrust in life we live with treasured thoughts of hope and living lust we fight and live a for morals in wich we adopt, we must
we find in life we are alone unique in our own way
yet once we find another how can we go astray
in life we live as well we can through each and every day
yet how can we keep going when people like to betray
with this new age of violence and hate how can we expect to forgive when people love to hate
there is no law there is no justice in this world amoung us
so what do we expect to find when judging is thrust upon us
to take these words and think no more is nothing but a crime
but who are we to decide our fate when there is no right or wrong
in the end we choose our fate through decision lay before us
yet who are we to judge and hate when love is all around us
these simple things will do you good if nothing else will work
but keep in mind when things go bad it's not the end of the world!
Written by: Ashley Smith October 23 2009
we find in life we are alone unique in our own way
yet once we find another how can we go astray
in life we live as well we can through each and every day
yet how can we keep going when people like to betray
with this new age of violence and hate how can we expect to forgive when people love to hate
there is no law there is no justice in this world amoung us
so what do we expect to find when judging is thrust upon us
to take these words and think no more is nothing but a crime
but who are we to decide our fate when there is no right or wrong
in the end we choose our fate through decision lay before us
yet who are we to judge and hate when love is all around us
these simple things will do you good if nothing else will work
but keep in mind when things go bad it's not the end of the world!
Written by: Ashley Smith October 23 2009
My Happy Place
Universe of possibility, gathering up the wind-strewn leaves watch as the sun sets and the cloads gather close as the cool dark blanket takes over the orange sarenity like a mother tucking you into bed, there is a feeling of warmth and hope in this magestic buety, soon the stars shine bright and the moon stands tall and proud, as you stare into the depth of it's buety and ponder
thoughts of another come to mind and soon there is lust in the wind
a lust that hasn't been felt in a long time, watch as the tree's move and the grass become's softer as you fall deep into the buety of the night
the wind take's over and the breeze runs smoothly through your hair
the feeling of attraction and need overwelms you as the night carrie's on
to be close to another is soon to be and as you sleep the night take's you in
Written by: Ashley Smith october 23th 2009
thoughts of another come to mind and soon there is lust in the wind
a lust that hasn't been felt in a long time, watch as the tree's move and the grass become's softer as you fall deep into the buety of the night
the wind take's over and the breeze runs smoothly through your hair
the feeling of attraction and need overwelms you as the night carrie's on
to be close to another is soon to be and as you sleep the night take's you in
Written by: Ashley Smith october 23th 2009
A Womans Lie
Diamonds in her eyes, her smile lies
the depth of her soul, could be seen never more
for the fear that lay within could draw the suckers in, but when they came in close, they saw she lost her grace
the tale of her soul, was lost for nevermore and the part that shall remain a ghost of a sinners pain
for one who could not cry, another would share her pain and the tale that once was is lost in a lovers ghost
Written by: Ashley Smith 23rd October 2009
the depth of her soul, could be seen never more
for the fear that lay within could draw the suckers in, but when they came in close, they saw she lost her grace
the tale of her soul, was lost for nevermore and the part that shall remain a ghost of a sinners pain
for one who could not cry, another would share her pain and the tale that once was is lost in a lovers ghost
Written by: Ashley Smith 23rd October 2009
Success
ask and you shall receive, fail and you shall rise
between the pages of right and wrong you'll find you'd be surprised if one does not allow themselves to open up inside, how do you expect to see the light in another's eye's...
to have a gift and use it well to find that your not alone, to see the light and open up to find the one to call your own
now push on through the dark filled clouds and find yourself the light
to struggle through the hyper crits and see them to their demise
success is not an open door you can't just walk right through
the time's are rough and heart felt loss but in the end we soldier through!
Written by: Ashley Smith Oct 21st 2009
between the pages of right and wrong you'll find you'd be surprised if one does not allow themselves to open up inside, how do you expect to see the light in another's eye's...
to have a gift and use it well to find that your not alone, to see the light and open up to find the one to call your own
now push on through the dark filled clouds and find yourself the light
to struggle through the hyper crits and see them to their demise
success is not an open door you can't just walk right through
the time's are rough and heart felt loss but in the end we soldier through!
Written by: Ashley Smith Oct 21st 2009
there once was a man who lived in a van, and knew he was instantly cool
he went to the pub he gulped and he chugged until the female's looked good
he got a small fright in the middle of the night as he realised he was not alone
he turned on the light and to his fiar delight she was still looking good in the room
he got what he wanted and shoved her on out the taxi was waiting out front
she screamed and she yelled but as she fare welle'd she left him a number aswell
the moral on here is not to fear the rath of a womans farewell
if she's pleased enough she will come runing on back but nobody here can tell!!!
Written by: Ashley Smith Oct 20th 2009
he went to the pub he gulped and he chugged until the female's looked good
he got a small fright in the middle of the night as he realised he was not alone
he turned on the light and to his fiar delight she was still looking good in the room
he got what he wanted and shoved her on out the taxi was waiting out front
she screamed and she yelled but as she fare welle'd she left him a number aswell
the moral on here is not to fear the rath of a womans farewell
if she's pleased enough she will come runing on back but nobody here can tell!!!
Written by: Ashley Smith Oct 20th 2009
Girl/Rose
a girl is like a rose
soft, sweet, buetifull
yet bears the mark of a thorn
and just like true loves first kiss
she'll leave a scar you'll never forget
soft, sweet, buetifull
yet bears the mark of a thorn
and just like true loves first kiss
she'll leave a scar you'll never forget
War
One by one
They all must die.
Die screaming a slow and painful death.
Screaming for love, hope and for a future that will never come to pass.
One by one they beg for mercy, beg for another chance and pray that there loved ones will be seen again.
And one by one I take that hope away from there very grasp.
The sharp and shiny blade runs smooth along the blood covered flesh
Like a hot knife through butter it slices and tears the life from them.
The bloody slaughter of these people will haunt my dreams for years to come
There blood will fill my bath of secrets
Secrets I wish I could forget, but sadly cannot due to lack of heart and soul
There innocence is disturbing
Young men, wimon and children
Raped, tortured and finally put to there final resting place
By the hands of these demons of destruction
The smell of burning flesh fills the air
Polluting our minds, filing us with the feeling of power
The power to choose there lives over our own
The power to choose life or death
The job is simple, but the road is tough
These demons are set to kill, but still feel mercy
Such weaknesses prove that they are still only human
But such acts prove me wrong
To stop and think is what some should do
Think of what they have done
Suddenly I start to think, think of the things I have done
I hear a whistle and I start to feel myself float away
Float into a happier place
Where the wine is soft and sweat
And the wimon are sweet and innocent
As is this place of glory and light
To escape such a place as the blood filled oval
And to end up here is
Well it’s nothing but human
Good to know there is still a soul in the old dog
Just remember
Your deeds be done to please another
But in the end there is no scoreboard
Be faithful and true
And you’ll never regret it in the end.
I should know
I’m already awaiting my men in heaven.
They all must die.
Die screaming a slow and painful death.
Screaming for love, hope and for a future that will never come to pass.
One by one they beg for mercy, beg for another chance and pray that there loved ones will be seen again.
And one by one I take that hope away from there very grasp.
The sharp and shiny blade runs smooth along the blood covered flesh
Like a hot knife through butter it slices and tears the life from them.
The bloody slaughter of these people will haunt my dreams for years to come
There blood will fill my bath of secrets
Secrets I wish I could forget, but sadly cannot due to lack of heart and soul
There innocence is disturbing
Young men, wimon and children
Raped, tortured and finally put to there final resting place
By the hands of these demons of destruction
The smell of burning flesh fills the air
Polluting our minds, filing us with the feeling of power
The power to choose there lives over our own
The power to choose life or death
The job is simple, but the road is tough
These demons are set to kill, but still feel mercy
Such weaknesses prove that they are still only human
But such acts prove me wrong
To stop and think is what some should do
Think of what they have done
Suddenly I start to think, think of the things I have done
I hear a whistle and I start to feel myself float away
Float into a happier place
Where the wine is soft and sweat
And the wimon are sweet and innocent
As is this place of glory and light
To escape such a place as the blood filled oval
And to end up here is
Well it’s nothing but human
Good to know there is still a soul in the old dog
Just remember
Your deeds be done to please another
But in the end there is no scoreboard
Be faithful and true
And you’ll never regret it in the end.
I should know
I’m already awaiting my men in heaven.
The Ruitine Of Life
We drink to each others health
But spoil our own
We smoke because we can
And cause trouble at home
The halo that was on my head
Is 6 foot under, very much dead
All hope is gone
All hope is lost
A new breed of bum
We get called at best
I am not clean
I am not tidy
And what I love
Is a bloody good party
Next mornings not good
And though it may be
Work is a headache
All noisy, smells clean
The fumes can’t be good
They stink out the room
Or is my neighbour
Those god awful fumes
Out of the office
Back to routine
To get on the piss
The Mrs ain’t keen
To be a clown
Act all dumb
Or does come naturally
Is that really my thumb
Home at last
What glories night
Wake up in the morning
A hookers in sight
The job of the day
Is to piss her off
Holy crap
I think it’s my wife
But spoil our own
We smoke because we can
And cause trouble at home
The halo that was on my head
Is 6 foot under, very much dead
All hope is gone
All hope is lost
A new breed of bum
We get called at best
I am not clean
I am not tidy
And what I love
Is a bloody good party
Next mornings not good
And though it may be
Work is a headache
All noisy, smells clean
The fumes can’t be good
They stink out the room
Or is my neighbour
Those god awful fumes
Out of the office
Back to routine
To get on the piss
The Mrs ain’t keen
To be a clown
Act all dumb
Or does come naturally
Is that really my thumb
Home at last
What glories night
Wake up in the morning
A hookers in sight
The job of the day
Is to piss her off
Holy crap
I think it’s my wife
The night
The room is dark and mysterious,
You can only just make out the shape in the frightening black cloud of mystery.
It seems to be tall and round,
It’s coming this way every step it gets closer and the beating heart get sore.
It feels like I have somebody inside me with a vacume attached to my heart sucking in air and reversing it to blow it all out again and then repeating the process, except at the speed of light.
It has finally reached my bedside table and as it slowly and carefully slides it’s finger sneakily up the switch to my bedside lamp.
My heart races with the fear of what I might see.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH IT BURNS!!!!!!!!!!!
It is now blacker than ever and it feels like my eye’s are on fire as they adjust to the new found light.
I take a look around still halve asleep not knowing what to expect from this all but messy room.
There doesn’t seem to be anything but yesterdays clothes and a bit of vodka (straight) hidden away amongst the tip, only able to see a tiny bit of the cap.
I sheepishly switch off the light and hide amongst the warm secure feeling of my sheets.
IT’S BACK and pissed (no really it found the vodka).
That’s it, enough is enough
I leave the comfort of my sheets so I can confront the beast of terror.
There it was, big, fat and ugly like an overgrown teletuby on drugs.
I stand my ground and ask for it back, He refuses to hand over the goods.
I have no other option but to take the fat man down.
I grab the nearest weapon I can find (which happened to be my hat stand) and I take a swing, but fatty ducks and I smash the window (there goes my allowance for the next month).
My parents hear a noise so they come in and turn on the light,
It looks BAD.
I am grounded for a month and I’m not allowed to drink any more coke or have anymore junk food for a month.
THAT’S IT
No fat man’s gonna get between me and MY coke.
THE FAT MAN’S GOING DOWN
I turn of the light and confront it yet again,
Informing him (whilst holding a cricket bat) that he gives back the remaining vodka and leave before it gets violent.
He refuses by shaking his head left then right slowly with a little grin (very evil), so I take another swing (only under then up, below the belt) It ducks again, for a fat guy he sure is fast, I go for another cheap shot (only faster this time) and I accidentally stumble over some more vodka and manage to lure him out with it and tie him up with last weeks clothes and shove my mouldy old gym socks in his mouth (as a gag) and turned on the light to find what appeared to be Santa.
What I couldn’t believe it
I always wondered what the fat man does in his spare time.
Hang on he’s a EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW a SHE.
The fat man’s a chick.
A chick with that much fat (that’s gonna haunt me for years to come)
She claimed she really was a he but weight watcher didn’t work out and he kept slowing down his reindeer (not to mention the fact that he couldn’t fit his fat ass down the chimney no more)
So anyway he got on the booze and had a sex change
(That’s wrong in more way then one).
She ended up in a mental hospital because they didn’t believe she was Santa.
Owe well, Shit happens
She promised to replace the grog as Shim got dragged out of my room.
Well that’s a life lesson for me,
Just because the fat man let you down doesn’t mean there won’t be a present under the tree every Christmas!!!!
Just don’t tell your parents that Santa’s in a mental hospital and there will always be something there!!
You can only just make out the shape in the frightening black cloud of mystery.
It seems to be tall and round,
It’s coming this way every step it gets closer and the beating heart get sore.
It feels like I have somebody inside me with a vacume attached to my heart sucking in air and reversing it to blow it all out again and then repeating the process, except at the speed of light.
It has finally reached my bedside table and as it slowly and carefully slides it’s finger sneakily up the switch to my bedside lamp.
My heart races with the fear of what I might see.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH IT BURNS!!!!!!!!!!!
It is now blacker than ever and it feels like my eye’s are on fire as they adjust to the new found light.
I take a look around still halve asleep not knowing what to expect from this all but messy room.
There doesn’t seem to be anything but yesterdays clothes and a bit of vodka (straight) hidden away amongst the tip, only able to see a tiny bit of the cap.
I sheepishly switch off the light and hide amongst the warm secure feeling of my sheets.
IT’S BACK and pissed (no really it found the vodka).
That’s it, enough is enough
I leave the comfort of my sheets so I can confront the beast of terror.
There it was, big, fat and ugly like an overgrown teletuby on drugs.
I stand my ground and ask for it back, He refuses to hand over the goods.
I have no other option but to take the fat man down.
I grab the nearest weapon I can find (which happened to be my hat stand) and I take a swing, but fatty ducks and I smash the window (there goes my allowance for the next month).
My parents hear a noise so they come in and turn on the light,
It looks BAD.
I am grounded for a month and I’m not allowed to drink any more coke or have anymore junk food for a month.
THAT’S IT
No fat man’s gonna get between me and MY coke.
THE FAT MAN’S GOING DOWN
I turn of the light and confront it yet again,
Informing him (whilst holding a cricket bat) that he gives back the remaining vodka and leave before it gets violent.
He refuses by shaking his head left then right slowly with a little grin (very evil), so I take another swing (only under then up, below the belt) It ducks again, for a fat guy he sure is fast, I go for another cheap shot (only faster this time) and I accidentally stumble over some more vodka and manage to lure him out with it and tie him up with last weeks clothes and shove my mouldy old gym socks in his mouth (as a gag) and turned on the light to find what appeared to be Santa.
What I couldn’t believe it
I always wondered what the fat man does in his spare time.
Hang on he’s a EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW a SHE.
The fat man’s a chick.
A chick with that much fat (that’s gonna haunt me for years to come)
She claimed she really was a he but weight watcher didn’t work out and he kept slowing down his reindeer (not to mention the fact that he couldn’t fit his fat ass down the chimney no more)
So anyway he got on the booze and had a sex change
(That’s wrong in more way then one).
She ended up in a mental hospital because they didn’t believe she was Santa.
Owe well, Shit happens
She promised to replace the grog as Shim got dragged out of my room.
Well that’s a life lesson for me,
Just because the fat man let you down doesn’t mean there won’t be a present under the tree every Christmas!!!!
Just don’t tell your parents that Santa’s in a mental hospital and there will always be something there!!
Bullie's
It’s not really fare
It never is
Life is against us all
It want’s to get the better of us
Most fight it and others use it
The ones who decide to use it get their fun and enjoyment out of
Teasing and bullying others.
The ones trying to fight it off mostly end up getting
Physical and beating the crap out of somebody with a stick or chair
Some aren’t that bad and others decide to fight the erge to attack
It is hard.
Occasionally we let ourselves believe that if we ignore them they will go away
But sometimes the people that bully us get the better of us and we get them
They never touch us again.
That is good but it also tells us that we are capable
Of doing such things again
I know it is possible.
It takes a long time to do.
But If after a small amount of time if they do enough
And annoy certain people
It’s possible that the certain person of choice
Can’t control the erge to attack to hurt
And in some very rare cases
Leap out and attack in an uncontrollable way.
It is a terrible thought that certain people are capable of this
But to tell you the truth
It’s Bullies that end up injured and on the ground.
And in a very terrible and (to other people) unexpected way
Certain people have no remorse for hospitalising other people.
Some people see it as a need to hurt another so they will
Stop and go away and hopefully never annoy that person again
It doesn’t often happen and when it does the bullies are too
Embarrassed and too ashamed to tell anybody else
That in there so called fun
Where they tease people for entertainment
That they where hospitalised and beaten
Up by a geek
The most unexpected person to lash out
And actually do damage
Are actually considered weak and
Nerds or geeks
But in reality some geeks or nerds are stronger than
The bullies can ever be.
Just remember
Everybody has their limits
So don’t push them
It never is
Life is against us all
It want’s to get the better of us
Most fight it and others use it
The ones who decide to use it get their fun and enjoyment out of
Teasing and bullying others.
The ones trying to fight it off mostly end up getting
Physical and beating the crap out of somebody with a stick or chair
Some aren’t that bad and others decide to fight the erge to attack
It is hard.
Occasionally we let ourselves believe that if we ignore them they will go away
But sometimes the people that bully us get the better of us and we get them
They never touch us again.
That is good but it also tells us that we are capable
Of doing such things again
I know it is possible.
It takes a long time to do.
But If after a small amount of time if they do enough
And annoy certain people
It’s possible that the certain person of choice
Can’t control the erge to attack to hurt
And in some very rare cases
Leap out and attack in an uncontrollable way.
It is a terrible thought that certain people are capable of this
But to tell you the truth
It’s Bullies that end up injured and on the ground.
And in a very terrible and (to other people) unexpected way
Certain people have no remorse for hospitalising other people.
Some people see it as a need to hurt another so they will
Stop and go away and hopefully never annoy that person again
It doesn’t often happen and when it does the bullies are too
Embarrassed and too ashamed to tell anybody else
That in there so called fun
Where they tease people for entertainment
That they where hospitalised and beaten
Up by a geek
The most unexpected person to lash out
And actually do damage
Are actually considered weak and
Nerds or geeks
But in reality some geeks or nerds are stronger than
The bullies can ever be.
Just remember
Everybody has their limits
So don’t push them
The Hungry Fool
A sly and hungry fool approaches the endless isle of concrete and through the gap of never return lay this sweet, innocent creature
Lives of whatever it can find and dodges ferocious beasts almost daily
Past the gap of no return is the layer of the beast, quick sly and extremely dangerous
Over the fur balls of hell and up the pillar of death and onto the flat isle of sacrifice where many sacrifices take place
Like the juicy, meaty owe uttery one
Dodging the blade of the sun and onto the platter of chance
Owe many only dream of such things
A platter of food fit for a king
Grabbing food from such a platter has a punishment of death or worse, a sentence to the dark tub of torture
Where the smell of food and sweat sounds of mechanics at work
Very few have heard the wonders of this death
Slow and dark death but leading into an ever-ending land of food and places to hide
Only some have made it back from heaven to tell the tail
But this hungry fool tries it again dodging such fiends as the 3 horned shiny
This beast sucks some in with its shiny look and gets them with its sharp 3 horns
The gods have seen this fool and are chasing it through the soft carpet like walk of shame
But it turns out that the walk of shame is a dead end
So the fool thinks for a second before deciding to go back
And tear through the gap of no return
They release the beast from its layer and send it after the fool
Going as fast as it can it tears through the isle f concrete and finally into the hole of safety
After having the feast it runs out of the hole through the isle of concrete and past the beasts layer up the pillar and onto the flat isle of sacrifice
Heading for the platter it is found surrounded backed into a corner
It runs but doesn’t get far it tries again and finally makes it through a gap and then
SPLAT it’s dead
The moral of this story is don’t get greedy
Or you might find yourself being scraped of the floor and walls!!!
Lives of whatever it can find and dodges ferocious beasts almost daily
Past the gap of no return is the layer of the beast, quick sly and extremely dangerous
Over the fur balls of hell and up the pillar of death and onto the flat isle of sacrifice where many sacrifices take place
Like the juicy, meaty owe uttery one
Dodging the blade of the sun and onto the platter of chance
Owe many only dream of such things
A platter of food fit for a king
Grabbing food from such a platter has a punishment of death or worse, a sentence to the dark tub of torture
Where the smell of food and sweat sounds of mechanics at work
Very few have heard the wonders of this death
Slow and dark death but leading into an ever-ending land of food and places to hide
Only some have made it back from heaven to tell the tail
But this hungry fool tries it again dodging such fiends as the 3 horned shiny
This beast sucks some in with its shiny look and gets them with its sharp 3 horns
The gods have seen this fool and are chasing it through the soft carpet like walk of shame
But it turns out that the walk of shame is a dead end
So the fool thinks for a second before deciding to go back
And tear through the gap of no return
They release the beast from its layer and send it after the fool
Going as fast as it can it tears through the isle f concrete and finally into the hole of safety
After having the feast it runs out of the hole through the isle of concrete and past the beasts layer up the pillar and onto the flat isle of sacrifice
Heading for the platter it is found surrounded backed into a corner
It runs but doesn’t get far it tries again and finally makes it through a gap and then
SPLAT it’s dead
The moral of this story is don’t get greedy
Or you might find yourself being scraped of the floor and walls!!!
Life
Life is nothing without it
The very name strikes hope too many
With it you can conquer all
Without it you will fall
Fragile as it is
You know it can be fixed
If shown towards another
Can be love that lasts forever
It is the very thing that makes us hope
Care for another and helps us cope
Near or far you know it will be
That special connection between you and me
If apart, it may seem
Then I’ll always be there in your dreams
To want this thing isn’t greedy
But carelessness will end it speedily
To care and cherish for many years
Will end up happy and not many tears
If a long and happy life you seek
Then take this advice and don’t give cheek
If done this then you will find
Love is around us, don’t be blind.
The very name strikes hope too many
With it you can conquer all
Without it you will fall
Fragile as it is
You know it can be fixed
If shown towards another
Can be love that lasts forever
It is the very thing that makes us hope
Care for another and helps us cope
Near or far you know it will be
That special connection between you and me
If apart, it may seem
Then I’ll always be there in your dreams
To want this thing isn’t greedy
But carelessness will end it speedily
To care and cherish for many years
Will end up happy and not many tears
If a long and happy life you seek
Then take this advice and don’t give cheek
If done this then you will find
Love is around us, don’t be blind.
Hope
The creepy noises and violent looks of rejection and loneliness.
Both your friends and your wiliness to live are gone,
Yet there is still hope.
Hope for a better future.
It is only a small piece of happiness but there are thoughts of taking it.
A long, hard road of nothing but fear and loneliness is ahead, you fear this most
A better and happier future will grow smaller and the dream that once was will fade, creeping from your very grasp and disappear right in front of your eyes.
You try to chase but you can’t keep up, like running a race you know your going to lose..
Your life is ending in a slow and painful way, you feel weak and hopeless.
You try to get that dream that once was and hold on to it as hard as you can,
But you are too weak of heart to be bothered
Your pride is gone, there is no hope for you and there is no future.
Thoughts of pain and loneliness fill your head,
You try to slit your wrist with a piece of broken glass in hope for an easy way out.
A red river flows past your legs, a funny feeling runs through your body a feeling of relief and relaxation.
But wait something is urging you to carry on
Something inside you is still fighting,
Fighting both you and everyone else
It grows weaker by the day
It needs you like the flower needs the sun.
A mystical connection between you and it
As strong as a rock, but as smooth and fragile as a feather.
With it you can restore the dream you so cherish and take on the world you so hate.
You suddenly realise this and start to think, after a long while of thinking you come to also realise that you are not as alone as you once thought and that the choice of living as a normal person, walking the street without a care in the world is possible, but you also realise that without the very thing that keeps us going we are already dead inside
Most people choose to live a life without this fragile thing,
They go on living this terrible lie, a lie to themselves and others
A lie that we are happy with our lives, satisfied with our achievements
Walking along not noticing that nobody who walks by wants to look or care
To them you are worthless, another face in the crowd.
Prove them wrong!
Be the one person that doesn’t take the easy way out.
Be the one that came back from the deepest darkest corner of the universe to be a leader, king of your world
Not the peasant.
You know you can but you have doubts.
You cannot move on with any doubts in your mind
You have to be one hundred and one percent into it to make it work.
It is hard, I never said it was going to be easy, The road is long and hard but you can do it, I know you can and so do you.
Take every doubt in your mind and push each and every one of them right out of there and never let them return.
You can do it, I believe you can so go and do something about it.
Just remember the one thing that keeps us going
HOPE
Both your friends and your wiliness to live are gone,
Yet there is still hope.
Hope for a better future.
It is only a small piece of happiness but there are thoughts of taking it.
A long, hard road of nothing but fear and loneliness is ahead, you fear this most
A better and happier future will grow smaller and the dream that once was will fade, creeping from your very grasp and disappear right in front of your eyes.
You try to chase but you can’t keep up, like running a race you know your going to lose..
Your life is ending in a slow and painful way, you feel weak and hopeless.
You try to get that dream that once was and hold on to it as hard as you can,
But you are too weak of heart to be bothered
Your pride is gone, there is no hope for you and there is no future.
Thoughts of pain and loneliness fill your head,
You try to slit your wrist with a piece of broken glass in hope for an easy way out.
A red river flows past your legs, a funny feeling runs through your body a feeling of relief and relaxation.
But wait something is urging you to carry on
Something inside you is still fighting,
Fighting both you and everyone else
It grows weaker by the day
It needs you like the flower needs the sun.
A mystical connection between you and it
As strong as a rock, but as smooth and fragile as a feather.
With it you can restore the dream you so cherish and take on the world you so hate.
You suddenly realise this and start to think, after a long while of thinking you come to also realise that you are not as alone as you once thought and that the choice of living as a normal person, walking the street without a care in the world is possible, but you also realise that without the very thing that keeps us going we are already dead inside
Most people choose to live a life without this fragile thing,
They go on living this terrible lie, a lie to themselves and others
A lie that we are happy with our lives, satisfied with our achievements
Walking along not noticing that nobody who walks by wants to look or care
To them you are worthless, another face in the crowd.
Prove them wrong!
Be the one person that doesn’t take the easy way out.
Be the one that came back from the deepest darkest corner of the universe to be a leader, king of your world
Not the peasant.
You know you can but you have doubts.
You cannot move on with any doubts in your mind
You have to be one hundred and one percent into it to make it work.
It is hard, I never said it was going to be easy, The road is long and hard but you can do it, I know you can and so do you.
Take every doubt in your mind and push each and every one of them right out of there and never let them return.
You can do it, I believe you can so go and do something about it.
Just remember the one thing that keeps us going
HOPE
A realistic Dream
After a long night out the boy returns home and staggers through the front door into his bedroom and falls hard to his soft comfortable bed wearing nothing but a black jacked and long black pants as the boy hits the bed he tries to get under his cold and bitter sheets so he can find some comfort and safety compared to his corrupted night out.
The rubbish in his room makes little alien shapes,
“He thinks he’s seeing little green men and children, must be drunk his Father say’s “must be the POT” his mother claims
“either way we must have a talk with him” his mother says as she closes the door.
The boy sits up for a few seconds, after hearing that and falls down again he blinks his eyes and jumps back in surprise.
He looks around to find himself in a warm and rocky terrain with almost black leafless trees and barely a puddle of water in sight.
He turns the other way to see some people, unknown to him but they still seem like friends, all dressed in summer Ausie clothes and sand shoes.
He follows them up a steep stepless mountain right until he can see the highest part of the tallest mountain then, just when He feels like a King staring over his luscious green land.
He slips and cut’s himself on the hot, sharp rocks.
He grabs onto one of the rocks and asks my new friends to help me,
But they just stare ate me with a dark endless zombie like emotion in there eyes.
The boy can’t hold on any longer before he slips and falls as he watches his so called friends still in there endless faze.
His mind is telling him that he is going to die and that he is too young to die and just when he’s about to hit the bottom a hotel bed flings underneath him just in time to save his life.
The bed had two mattresses and a woollen underlay with silky white sheets tucked in perfect and tight.
When He fell onto it he felt safe and comfortable like a god had just pulled me from the burning hells to the beautiful skies of heaven.
And then He wakes up and reality hits
A hang over.
The rubbish in his room makes little alien shapes,
“He thinks he’s seeing little green men and children, must be drunk his Father say’s “must be the POT” his mother claims
“either way we must have a talk with him” his mother says as she closes the door.
The boy sits up for a few seconds, after hearing that and falls down again he blinks his eyes and jumps back in surprise.
He looks around to find himself in a warm and rocky terrain with almost black leafless trees and barely a puddle of water in sight.
He turns the other way to see some people, unknown to him but they still seem like friends, all dressed in summer Ausie clothes and sand shoes.
He follows them up a steep stepless mountain right until he can see the highest part of the tallest mountain then, just when He feels like a King staring over his luscious green land.
He slips and cut’s himself on the hot, sharp rocks.
He grabs onto one of the rocks and asks my new friends to help me,
But they just stare ate me with a dark endless zombie like emotion in there eyes.
The boy can’t hold on any longer before he slips and falls as he watches his so called friends still in there endless faze.
His mind is telling him that he is going to die and that he is too young to die and just when he’s about to hit the bottom a hotel bed flings underneath him just in time to save his life.
The bed had two mattresses and a woollen underlay with silky white sheets tucked in perfect and tight.
When He fell onto it he felt safe and comfortable like a god had just pulled me from the burning hells to the beautiful skies of heaven.
And then He wakes up and reality hits
A hang over.
Teachers
Teachers come in all types of cruelty, I believe they create robots dress them up and program them to give out detentions.
My friend disobeyed one once and the poor kid, he ended up inside what they call the cube of madness, it is where they shove you in there and play crappy music all lunch then for the 10 minutes of lunch they release the screech of eternal madness, it is an ongoing noise that is explained as a hook screeching down a chalkboard.
My friend had revenge in his eye, so he went back to the “PRISON” armed with a screwdriver and a mystery box, He managed to open up the robotic teacher then rewired it from the inside, found a built in CD player and replaced the CD with some better music out of the mystery box, he slammed on a disk and put it all back together and then spent the rest of lunch in there.
Do you know what happened next, well the robotic teacher fell to the floor with smoke coming out of it’s chest and out comes my friend with a cloud of smoke behind him he looked victorious but oddly he had sags under his eyes and fell to the floor, stone dead.
You see the smoke was not from the robot it was from the POT he was just smoking.
The morel of this story is never smoke Pot inside a cube.
My friend disobeyed one once and the poor kid, he ended up inside what they call the cube of madness, it is where they shove you in there and play crappy music all lunch then for the 10 minutes of lunch they release the screech of eternal madness, it is an ongoing noise that is explained as a hook screeching down a chalkboard.
My friend had revenge in his eye, so he went back to the “PRISON” armed with a screwdriver and a mystery box, He managed to open up the robotic teacher then rewired it from the inside, found a built in CD player and replaced the CD with some better music out of the mystery box, he slammed on a disk and put it all back together and then spent the rest of lunch in there.
Do you know what happened next, well the robotic teacher fell to the floor with smoke coming out of it’s chest and out comes my friend with a cloud of smoke behind him he looked victorious but oddly he had sags under his eyes and fell to the floor, stone dead.
You see the smoke was not from the robot it was from the POT he was just smoking.
The morel of this story is never smoke Pot inside a cube.
Wanking
Jacking off can be fun
blowing your load, sperm go one by one
in your room, shower or car
just push it out, and see how far
on the piss, on your own
or get your mrs, to get a good time
up the duff, is no good
wear protection, on your manhood
if you say you know nothing
then you are just lying, but look a little closer
your eye sight is dying
dry or not, just clean fun
to blow your load, one by one
don't get caught, slappin him round
it does not look good, to dad or to make mom start crying
getting blind is not good
so slappin the sausage, must be put on hold
when you are young, or getting real old
take in wanking, you know it's for your own good
blowing your load, sperm go one by one
in your room, shower or car
just push it out, and see how far
on the piss, on your own
or get your mrs, to get a good time
up the duff, is no good
wear protection, on your manhood
if you say you know nothing
then you are just lying, but look a little closer
your eye sight is dying
dry or not, just clean fun
to blow your load, one by one
don't get caught, slappin him round
it does not look good, to dad or to make mom start crying
getting blind is not good
so slappin the sausage, must be put on hold
when you are young, or getting real old
take in wanking, you know it's for your own good
Drinking
rum and buorbon, spirit or beer
line them up, and meet up here
down they go, one by one
drinkers they aren't, way too young
goals in life, is to teach the youth
watch them drop, the pranks on you,
mouth wash and seed, food and scraps
taint there hair, and paint there boots
get through the lot, drunk as can be
seing the youth, rather drink or flee
next mornings not good, hungover as hell
but youth are all gone, not game to stay here
next round comes to quick, to soon to bear
yet i get through the lot, to sore to be here
just get through the night, show them how it's done
take the next day off, to settle the rum
off we go, into ruitine
to teach the youth, just how to get things done
line them up, and meet up here
down they go, one by one
drinkers they aren't, way too young
goals in life, is to teach the youth
watch them drop, the pranks on you,
mouth wash and seed, food and scraps
taint there hair, and paint there boots
get through the lot, drunk as can be
seing the youth, rather drink or flee
next mornings not good, hungover as hell
but youth are all gone, not game to stay here
next round comes to quick, to soon to bear
yet i get through the lot, to sore to be here
just get through the night, show them how it's done
take the next day off, to settle the rum
off we go, into ruitine
to teach the youth, just how to get things done
Fear
The cold and fear, cloaded minds alike
to reach deep down, and feel inside
pain and suffering, fill our heads
to fall apart, and just feel dead
loved one's will come, and others will follow
to ruine our lives, be nothing but hollow
to feel hurt and alone, in our own way
we can not show it, or the price we must pay
blood will be shed, and tears will flow
we can not give in, as our path will show
the hard time's seem rough, the world is no shelter
what do we expect, with famin and hunger
our brain live's on, while our souls float away
why should we wait, for that faithfull day
to bother oursleve's, with hopes and dreams
to have them crushed quickly, or so it would seem
this world is no ally, no friend indeed
can we ask too much more, from our hopes and dreams
in this world to do it alone, no girl nor wife
no one but our own
to be locked away with thoughts and memorie's
locked deep, deep inside, with no key for entry
we stick to ourselve's, and nobody else
that way where not hurt, in these endless wars
one day we will wake, from this endless dream
to open our eye's to the light that shall beam
till fate let's us out, to see the outside
by then it will be clear, that our hopes and dreams have lead us here
to reach deep down, and feel inside
pain and suffering, fill our heads
to fall apart, and just feel dead
loved one's will come, and others will follow
to ruine our lives, be nothing but hollow
to feel hurt and alone, in our own way
we can not show it, or the price we must pay
blood will be shed, and tears will flow
we can not give in, as our path will show
the hard time's seem rough, the world is no shelter
what do we expect, with famin and hunger
our brain live's on, while our souls float away
why should we wait, for that faithfull day
to bother oursleve's, with hopes and dreams
to have them crushed quickly, or so it would seem
this world is no ally, no friend indeed
can we ask too much more, from our hopes and dreams
in this world to do it alone, no girl nor wife
no one but our own
to be locked away with thoughts and memorie's
locked deep, deep inside, with no key for entry
we stick to ourselve's, and nobody else
that way where not hurt, in these endless wars
one day we will wake, from this endless dream
to open our eye's to the light that shall beam
till fate let's us out, to see the outside
by then it will be clear, that our hopes and dreams have lead us here
Tales of a lost soul
i had a mrs but not no more, she dumped me and i still remain poor, till the day i die i will never forget, the good time's we shared, i live without regret, the time's will pass and days go by, i hope to find love, before the day that i die, to find another not a one night stand, is hard to bare, with a knife in my hand, i will not do it, i will go on, to live my life fully, try not to frown, the devil grips hard,to my hope's and dreams, but he will not win, this devil within, i want her back i really do, to loose a good friend is not a to do, the seconds grow longer, and as it shall be, my dreams will longer and filled with she, i will move on from this lasting act, but not soon enough, i can tell you that, she will remain in my dreams never more, until fate take's it's course and i will be with her once more, this will not. happen i tell you right now, she will fade into the distance, like a shadow no more, the day i that i find her, the one for me, is a day to remembered, a day of joy and glee, until then i wait, a heartless soul, till things take there coarse, and i am whole once more... by ashley smith
Move On
Move on
The nights are cold as the days are bitter
Friends will go and love will shatter
Moral is down and life seems low
Hope is lost and blood will flow
Why do we dream, why do we bother
To wake up cold in a bed that is shallow
Our hearts are cold to frosted to care
The light dims out quickly, too much to bear
But life move’s on so quickly it seems
Like a race against time, we are no machine
To feel this way is only human
To love, to care, is pure emotion
As life goes on we learn our lesson
To keep our heads high, no time for permission
We ask too much, and care too little
Yet love is there, no need to dismiss it
Our lives’ will go on, and love will be found
Children be born, and mouths to be fed
As long as we remember our one simple rule
Find the love of your life and never forget her
The nights are cold as the days are bitter
Friends will go and love will shatter
Moral is down and life seems low
Hope is lost and blood will flow
Why do we dream, why do we bother
To wake up cold in a bed that is shallow
Our hearts are cold to frosted to care
The light dims out quickly, too much to bear
But life move’s on so quickly it seems
Like a race against time, we are no machine
To feel this way is only human
To love, to care, is pure emotion
As life goes on we learn our lesson
To keep our heads high, no time for permission
We ask too much, and care too little
Yet love is there, no need to dismiss it
Our lives’ will go on, and love will be found
Children be born, and mouths to be fed
As long as we remember our one simple rule
Find the love of your life and never forget her
Fearless
To hang your head in shame one day
To be so happy that you can play
Or maybe something else is due
To forward to be coming from someone like you
We love our lives’ and pretend that we don’t
To cause so much drama, and look for a fight
Why do we play these game’s we play, like an old married couple
Do nothing but argue
To find a girl along your path, to lose her again yet not give up
We try too hard to find our love or keep it going
Praying to the gods above
Sometimes we fight; sometimes we smile, but every time we end up
In denial
How do we forget the love of our life?
To let her go, then scream and shout
One day we will live, a happier life
Be with the one that smile’s and laughs
Until then we travel, our treacherous path
Of hearts Brocken down and life’s falling apart
The fear is there and won’t go away
To move on, you must not dwell and stay
Our lessons be learnt and one day it will be clear, that life is a mystery and there’s nothing to fear.
by: Ashley Smith
To be so happy that you can play
Or maybe something else is due
To forward to be coming from someone like you
We love our lives’ and pretend that we don’t
To cause so much drama, and look for a fight
Why do we play these game’s we play, like an old married couple
Do nothing but argue
To find a girl along your path, to lose her again yet not give up
We try too hard to find our love or keep it going
Praying to the gods above
Sometimes we fight; sometimes we smile, but every time we end up
In denial
How do we forget the love of our life?
To let her go, then scream and shout
One day we will live, a happier life
Be with the one that smile’s and laughs
Until then we travel, our treacherous path
Of hearts Brocken down and life’s falling apart
The fear is there and won’t go away
To move on, you must not dwell and stay
Our lessons be learnt and one day it will be clear, that life is a mystery and there’s nothing to fear.
by: Ashley Smith
Give Up
The nights are cold as the days are bitter
Friends will go and love will shatter
Moral is down and life seems low
Hope is lost and blood will flow
Why do we dream why do we bother
To wake up cols in a bed that is shallow
Our hearts are cold, to frosted to care
The light dims out quickly, too much to bear
But life move’s on so quickly it seems
Like a race against time, we are no machine
To feel like this is only human
To love, to care is pure emotion
As life goes on we learn our lesson, to keep our heads held high
No time for permission
We ask too much, and care to little
Yet love is there, no need to dismiss it
Our lives’ will go on, and love will be found
Children be born and mouths to be fed
As long as we remember, our one simple rule
Find the love of your life and forget her
By: Ashley smith
Friends will go and love will shatter
Moral is down and life seems low
Hope is lost and blood will flow
Why do we dream why do we bother
To wake up cols in a bed that is shallow
Our hearts are cold, to frosted to care
The light dims out quickly, too much to bear
But life move’s on so quickly it seems
Like a race against time, we are no machine
To feel like this is only human
To love, to care is pure emotion
As life goes on we learn our lesson, to keep our heads held high
No time for permission
We ask too much, and care to little
Yet love is there, no need to dismiss it
Our lives’ will go on, and love will be found
Children be born and mouths to be fed
As long as we remember, our one simple rule
Find the love of your life and forget her
By: Ashley smith
Ex Love
Why do we bother, to try so hard?
Too be the one, not just good in bed
Why can’t we sleep, these endless nights?
What do we fear, whilst where still alive
To stay awake and dream all day
To fall in love yet get led astray
We wake up cold in this shallow bed
To think of nothing but our beloved ex
Her hair in her eyes, the one lonely streak
Her glittering eye’s that come alive in the street
To hold her close and never let her go
To be the one for her, our life’s we shall grow
Too think no more, and sleep heavy nights
To know somebody is there to hold you through tough times
We cannot leave this fight behind
We care too much to look away blind
Someday will come, we won’t be alone
Someday is close, till then soldier on
By: Ashley Smith
Too be the one, not just good in bed
Why can’t we sleep, these endless nights?
What do we fear, whilst where still alive
To stay awake and dream all day
To fall in love yet get led astray
We wake up cold in this shallow bed
To think of nothing but our beloved ex
Her hair in her eyes, the one lonely streak
Her glittering eye’s that come alive in the street
To hold her close and never let her go
To be the one for her, our life’s we shall grow
Too think no more, and sleep heavy nights
To know somebody is there to hold you through tough times
We cannot leave this fight behind
We care too much to look away blind
Someday will come, we won’t be alone
Someday is close, till then soldier on
By: Ashley Smith
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