Her!
Every day I see much more, than the day before
Her fraguint smile, her soft felt skin
Who could ask for more?
...Her eyes light up like the sun itself, to show the light within
To have her held in my arms is this wish such a sin
For one to come to reality, to see the hurt begin
Or forever more of the touch, with this love we shall win
A gamble is a lover’s risk, in which I shall pursue
For greater loss, is one not found?
This beauty in my view
Written by: Ashley Smith 1/10/2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Our True Form
Breathing out the darkness and fear of insanity
For all whom shall speak, will be screams falling on deaf ears
Fire fills the lungs of the weak, as only the strong shall be bound worthy
As the souls of the hungry ruinite with their inner being... of death
Destruction shall fall to all of which oppose the new law
Dark shall prevail in the minds of all, as the ruler shows his true form
With doubt and fear they all shall fall
As the new world emerges from its light being, into the depths of hell itself
Desire and passion, greed and thirst of power will control
As everything around seems lost and failed they come to realise
Its true form is the very essence of what we began!
Human nature at its final point of recognition, so it shall be the darkness within us!
Our true form!
By: Ashley C Smith 20-09-2010
For all whom shall speak, will be screams falling on deaf ears
Fire fills the lungs of the weak, as only the strong shall be bound worthy
As the souls of the hungry ruinite with their inner being... of death
Destruction shall fall to all of which oppose the new law
Dark shall prevail in the minds of all, as the ruler shows his true form
With doubt and fear they all shall fall
As the new world emerges from its light being, into the depths of hell itself
Desire and passion, greed and thirst of power will control
As everything around seems lost and failed they come to realise
Its true form is the very essence of what we began!
Human nature at its final point of recognition, so it shall be the darkness within us!
Our true form!
By: Ashley C Smith 20-09-2010
A HELPLESS MAN AND THE MISTRESS OF THE NIGHT!
Illusions of a once thought lost, clarity as dark as the fearce and raging thunderstorms that posses one’s mind
For once one has seen the ever so changing ways of a grace with a blackened rose, they cannot return
The dark place that consume’......s the mind of the weak and strong alike, such eligance and might, such passion and love, all a simple trick of the eye
Smoke and mirrors elude the mightiest of men, but shall not pass him twice
For once seen the illusion for what it truly is, one can never return
Heartbrocken and weak, barely able to stand the daily tourments of life as it isYet still standing alike, strong and proud
For this simple trick has a twin, an eye for an eye, a wimb for a wimb
With the possesion of such wisdom come’s to pass, the dark poisin has touched his lips, there is no turning backWithin hollow grounds and empty promise he rise’s from the depths
Only to find exactly for what he was looking for, with no surprise he falls once more
With nothing left but pride and shame, he allows nothing more than a small tear to leave his eye
For all that is lost, there is much more to give
So there he sit’s, hand in hand with the blackened rose that once caught his grasp
He ponders, wondering of such a day where the sun will rise more bright than ever before and the grass and flowers sway in the wind, whispering hope to all
Yet there is sin.A young mistress passes his way, only to stopAs any of the life and cruetly of the world of a brocken soul will count, this is not blessing but pity she must take
Yet non she give’s
This mistress of the night, see’s, herself through the trick
As another tear gracefully and unexpectidly leave’s his eye, she see’s
She see’s him not as the fool that has sercum to his own demise and misery
Yet as man brocken down by the ways of a fancy pearl that was never his to begin with
For in that moment, there was such a light
As the tear leaves his chin, and lightly corrsess against the soft edges of the rose
It shows it’s true formFor all he did in his past way, he was not of the race of the blackened soul
As the drop make’s it’s way down the rose, it take’s with it the baring of pain and suffering
For a once tortured soul to find light and buety in his bearing
As the blackened shadow withere’s away to never more, it show’s
With petals so bright it warms the heart and speaks to the sou
lFor once it came, to be, once again
A helpless soul and the kind warm hearted love of the mistress of the night!
by Ashley Charles Smith 6/09/2010 2:16AM
For once one has seen the ever so changing ways of a grace with a blackened rose, they cannot return
The dark place that consume’......s the mind of the weak and strong alike, such eligance and might, such passion and love, all a simple trick of the eye
Smoke and mirrors elude the mightiest of men, but shall not pass him twice
For once seen the illusion for what it truly is, one can never return
Heartbrocken and weak, barely able to stand the daily tourments of life as it isYet still standing alike, strong and proud
For this simple trick has a twin, an eye for an eye, a wimb for a wimb
With the possesion of such wisdom come’s to pass, the dark poisin has touched his lips, there is no turning backWithin hollow grounds and empty promise he rise’s from the depths
Only to find exactly for what he was looking for, with no surprise he falls once more
With nothing left but pride and shame, he allows nothing more than a small tear to leave his eye
For all that is lost, there is much more to give
So there he sit’s, hand in hand with the blackened rose that once caught his grasp
He ponders, wondering of such a day where the sun will rise more bright than ever before and the grass and flowers sway in the wind, whispering hope to all
Yet there is sin.A young mistress passes his way, only to stopAs any of the life and cruetly of the world of a brocken soul will count, this is not blessing but pity she must take
Yet non she give’s
This mistress of the night, see’s, herself through the trick
As another tear gracefully and unexpectidly leave’s his eye, she see’s
She see’s him not as the fool that has sercum to his own demise and misery
Yet as man brocken down by the ways of a fancy pearl that was never his to begin with
For in that moment, there was such a light
As the tear leaves his chin, and lightly corrsess against the soft edges of the rose
It shows it’s true formFor all he did in his past way, he was not of the race of the blackened soul
As the drop make’s it’s way down the rose, it take’s with it the baring of pain and suffering
For a once tortured soul to find light and buety in his bearing
As the blackened shadow withere’s away to never more, it show’s
With petals so bright it warms the heart and speaks to the sou
lFor once it came, to be, once again
A helpless soul and the kind warm hearted love of the mistress of the night!
by Ashley Charles Smith 6/09/2010 2:16AM
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
BABY
He watched and he laughed, and felt more alive
As a young un-born baby was growing inside
His eyes lit up, with constant joy
With each morning after filled with, daddy is here
When the words left her mouth, his smile appeared
With all so much hope, father of the year
But sadly this was not to be, his baby was gone
No father of the year
The loss made him weak, too much to bear
He could hardly breathe there was no longer air
As his heart split in two, and shattered around
He lost the one thing that was never around
The wrong time, the wrong place
Not ready to start
No money, all fear this was not in his heart
He come to his head, and thought out aloud
This child was mine, and know it is gone!
So with every tear-drop, that falls down his face
He thinks of the good times, the glory and grace
For when it is time, he shall be whole once again
Father and child, together once more
But not till he’s ready, to do it again further-more
By: Ashley Smith 13-09-2010
As a young un-born baby was growing inside
His eyes lit up, with constant joy
With each morning after filled with, daddy is here
When the words left her mouth, his smile appeared
With all so much hope, father of the year
But sadly this was not to be, his baby was gone
No father of the year
The loss made him weak, too much to bear
He could hardly breathe there was no longer air
As his heart split in two, and shattered around
He lost the one thing that was never around
The wrong time, the wrong place
Not ready to start
No money, all fear this was not in his heart
He come to his head, and thought out aloud
This child was mine, and know it is gone!
So with every tear-drop, that falls down his face
He thinks of the good times, the glory and grace
For when it is time, he shall be whole once again
Father and child, together once more
But not till he’s ready, to do it again further-more
By: Ashley Smith 13-09-2010
THE GAME
to stay alive, we all play the game
with all to risk, but nothing to gain
with matters of the deepest heart
jump off a cliff, get a running head start
for this is no game, no fun to be had
and others misfortune’s of blood and of death
for the creature within, is no foul beast
but a caring old soul, who is out just to rest
Written by: Ashley Charles Smith 13/09/2010
with all to risk, but nothing to gain
with matters of the deepest heart
jump off a cliff, get a running head start
for this is no game, no fun to be had
and others misfortune’s of blood and of death
for the creature within, is no foul beast
but a caring old soul, who is out just to rest
Written by: Ashley Charles Smith 13/09/2010
CROWN OF THORNS
Another pain, anothers great loss
for this is not mine, but a fools silly cost
she is no more, my heart is blind
for where she stands, leave’s a mark of desire
she flirts and move’s, around the crowd
till her next victom is here, to wear the crown
till death do us part, isn’t close enough
for whatever you are, you are not in my heart
a fools game of wisdom, isn’t wise at all
when both partie’s loose, there is no fair call
Written by: Ashley Charles Smith 13/09/2010
for this is not mine, but a fools silly cost
she is no more, my heart is blind
for where she stands, leave’s a mark of desire
she flirts and move’s, around the crowd
till her next victom is here, to wear the crown
till death do us part, isn’t close enough
for whatever you are, you are not in my heart
a fools game of wisdom, isn’t wise at all
when both partie’s loose, there is no fair call
Written by: Ashley Charles Smith 13/09/2010
MY DAY
My heart, my soul, my muse is back
With all her grace, behind my back
Pushing forward, so one can see
The future laying so deep within me
So for what’s it’s worth i hope you burn
My love is gone, and shall not return
The hate is gone and nothing to fear
But fear itself, this is all my dear
The burning hate, that fueled my fire
Is no more but anothers desire
So off you go and burn you shall
For this is my day, my day for cheer
Written by: Ashley Charles Smith 13/09/2010
With all her grace, behind my back
Pushing forward, so one can see
The future laying so deep within me
So for what’s it’s worth i hope you burn
My love is gone, and shall not return
The hate is gone and nothing to fear
But fear itself, this is all my dear
The burning hate, that fueled my fire
Is no more but anothers desire
So off you go and burn you shall
For this is my day, my day for cheer
Written by: Ashley Charles Smith 13/09/2010
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