Te, Amo

Te, Amo

You hair as soft as silk, sensual, smooth and flowing.

Tickles my chest, excites your breasts, my temperature is growing.

In my mouth, when we kiss, and even in my food.

Instead of getting angry, I’ll always think of you.

Your legs so long and luscious, are very very fun.

And if you’re simply wondering, it’s because there near your bum.

I like a little huggle and often a kiss.

If I was old and lonely, would be you that I would miss.

And now you have a bump, a child on the way.

I often kiss you’re belly; Wave! How are you today?

Your beautiful and radiant, and light up all my days.

Sometimes when I look at you, I drift in and out of gaze.

Theres something to showing, loving and knowing.

That you care are there, it’s all part of sowing.

The seeds of love, that we keep on growing.

I know that they’ll flower and bloom.

Each time I smell one, can always tell one.

Because they remind me of you.

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Chocolate

It is Easter after all, enjoy!

When I was young, a rustle begun.
Hidden for days, to soon amaze, a taste of pleasurable fun.

The shelves in the shops, where filled to the top.
With egg-shaped wonders and joy.

The pile sat there while I stared, ecstatically watching it glow.
Of different size they filled the skies; there’s so many! You know?

Coloured paper, save that for later, ribbons and a bow.
Glorious wrappings soon departed, thrown upon the floor.

It tastes divine, melts with time, a feeling I adore.
Shovel it down without a frown, so my mouth can have some more.

Shouts and joys for girls and boys, sticky fingers on the walls.
Whats that inside to our surprise, Wow! Candy balls.

When all is done, Goodnight everyone!

We gently thank the Lord.

Happy Easter, God! Bless.

A milk chocolate Easter Bunny.

Run me down!

Ranting ramblings ruin rapport.

Unambiguous ulterior uglifications u-turn

Nauseous noise nerves nabes.

Maddened moments meagrely muster

Entropy escapes empathies ear-bashing.

Daunting disappointment de-facto deceit.

Objectionable obligations observe obscenities.

Whittled women wafts waylay.

Nefarious nectar nurtures numbness.

By Stuart Otway-Smith

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Blood Lust

Placebo – Pure Morning

Listen to the song then read the poem 😉

He clambered up the walls of sorrow, nails bitten to the bone.
Upon the tops arrival, a stone and mighty throne.
As the path of pity began to twist, everything he said.
He pulled his hair till skin was bare, and soon cut of his nose.

Tree and bark he beat and larked, was quite an act to follow.
He dribbled down with a frown, not caring for the morrow.
A silent sword then stabbed him, and revived him back to life.
What about the children, the neighbours and the wife?

With himself he thwart, a hurtful thought, of helpless jurisdiction.
The sharp was there, a slither; a tear; till done was his distinction.
He kneeled in tranquil leer, at the nether after.
Scarlet wine, I think its mine, until there is a plaster.

As time slows still, he sits there till, the numbness fades to grey.
Was not long till things went wrong and he got locked away.
If not for a lowly fellow, believing everything he said.
He’d be caged up like an animal, or a shot-gun to the head!

By Stuart Otway-Smith

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Day Forty Five: is what inspired me to write this poem.

Music is my sanctuary

Music is my sanctuary, music is my soul.
Everything about it, makes me want to loose control.

Music’s in my heart, music’s in its beat.
I know that you can feel it, by the way you move your feet.

Music is my sanctuary, music is my soul.
I can feel it all around me, never wanna let it go.

Music’s is my life, music is my breath.
Get up on the dance floor, let me put that to the test.

Music is my sanctuary, music is my dreams.
I see a stage with all of you, with dancing and screams.

So if your feeling groovy, and want to let it go.
Get up on the dance floor, because it’s time to flow.

Music is my sanctuary, music is my soul.
It doesn’t even matter, if fat or thin you know.

If you can feel the music, the beats are in your mind.
Get up on the dance floor, get off your behind.

I can feel the baseline underneath my skin.
Vibrating all around me, then the trebble kicks in.

Music is my sanctuary,  music is my soul.
If to you that really matters, then it’s time to rock n’ roll.

When your in tune with music, and its funky sound.
It makes you scream out loudly, and want to be around.

If you bump into a stranger in the middle of the floor.
Smile at them sweetly and go and dance some more.

Music’s in my arms, musics in my legs.
It’s such a sensual feeling, it’s just like having sex.

So put down your vodka, lagers and ya gin.

Music is my sanctuary.

So let the joy begin.

Let the joy begin.

By Stuart Otway-Smith

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Sometimes when!

Sometimes when I’m angry, and steam foams of my face.
It’s you my dear with loving grace, that puts me in my place.

Sometimes when I’m needy, when I’m really scared.
You pull me from the shadows, with a hand that’s strong and fair.

Sometimes when I’m sleepy, and my brain is full of fog.
It’s you my love that strokes my hair, until I just nod off.

Sometimes when I’m feeling, really rather low.
Your snuggles and huggles, feel like presents wrapped in bows.

Sometimes when I’m happy, for no reason at all.
It’s you my wife, I want for life, we kiss against a wall.

You know that I want you, a touch that we both share.
You see it my gaze, an aura common shared.

By Stuart Otway-Smith

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Making Love’s not easy anymore

Broken Heart symbol

Making Love’s not easy anymore.
I still see your face, as you walked out the door.
It said you don’t need me, it said you don’t care.
It said why don’t you fuckoff, there’s someone else there.

Making Love’s not easy anymore.
The lies that you fed, when it was him you adored.
It completely deceived me, your willingness to leave me.
You then came home, to tell me some more.

Making Love’s not easy anymore.
Each time that you kissed him.
Was it me you was missing?
I was locked out, behind closed doors.

Making Love’s not easy anymore.
It gets to a point, I just can’t endure.
Each time I kiss you, I feel that I miss you, but that makes it hard to ignore.
Your huggles and snuggles, cause me my mind troubles, his grip on you burst all of my bubbles.

Making Love’s not easy anymore.
A heart like mine is hard to find, harder to fix, especially with him in the mix.
Making love put me in a special place, but now I only see his face.
Holding you near made me feel dear, but now I’m clutching and grasping in fear.

Making Love’s not easy anymore.
I keep dusting my self off from the floor.
That’s why I woke up, and suddenly spoke out, then quietly rushed out of the door.
I’m now on my knees, distressed and displeased, in a puddle of tears on the floor.

By Stuart Otway-Smith

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Fibro Haze

#Fibro - Awareness Day

Fibro Haze

Once again, I spend my days, floating in a fibro haze.
My minds a mess, my thoughts a vapour, I can hardly put pen to paper.
An indistinct or billowing mass, my heads in the clouds again; Alas!
A transparent word, not rude nor absurd, gives rise to a frowning aggravation.

Once again, I spend my days, floating in a fibro haze.
Vague, indistinct, is that right, I’m sure; I think?
Obscure thoughts fog my mind, until the perceived I suddenly remind.
Misunderstood flushes of trance, a waking sleep of sleight of hand!

Once again, I spend my days, floating in a fibro haze.
Withered and torn, wish not I was born, especially in the winter.
On a cold day, please go away, or I am likely to eat ya!
It’s not that I hate you, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s more like my mind, just isn’t there.

Once again, I spend my days, floating in a fibro haze.
Running on empty, without any diesel, that’s not an excuse for hurting people.
And why do you sit there, hating yourself, does not your family, not give you self wealth?
It’s cold out here, it’s dark and it’s lonely, it wouldn’t be so bad, if someone would hold me.

By Stuart Otway-Smith

An attempt to describe in poetry what Fibro Fog feels like, a symptom of Fibromyalgia / Chronic Pain Syndrome.

National Fibromyalgia & Chronic Pain Association
Mark the date for May 12 National Fibromyalgia Awareness Day!

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Knocked me off my feet

You know that I need you, you know that I care.
Theres something between us, I see it when I stare.
I know that you feel me, it’s something deep inside.
Our love smells so sweetly, it’s really hard to hide.

When I walk around you, I quiver, shiver and cheer.
Every single word you speak, is a golden song I hear.
I’m so very pleased to meet you, won’t you take a seat.
I hope that you will stay a while, coz you’ve knocked me off my feet.

You’ve knocked me off my feet, Yeah! Yeah!
You’ve knocked me of my feet ooh!, ooh!
You’ve knocked me of my feet, baby.

You’ve knocked me of my feet.

We didn’t really date much, was a world of lust and fate.
We never see it coming, until it was to late.
You know I really need you, you know I really care.
But when you really needed me, I simply was not there.

I blamed this and that and the over thing as well.
But never really noticed, I was on a path to hell.
And all the time this happened, you stood right by me.
All I did was ignore you, but you never ignored me.

You’ve knocked me off my feet, Yeah! Yeah!
You’ve knocked me of my feet ooh!, ooh!
You’ve knocked me of my feet, baby.

You’ve knocked me of my feet.

You know that I need you, you know that I care.
Theres something between us, I see it when I stare.
I know that you feel me, it’s something deep inside.
Our love smells so sweetly, it’s really hard to hide.

Sometimes when I see you walk across the street.
I want to shout out loudly to all the people that we meet.
Hey see that lovely lady, walking over there, yes her in the red dress, with the golden hair.

She knocks me off my feet, Yes she does.
She knocks me of my feet, its true.

You’ve knocked me of my feet, pretty lady.

I, love; you!

By Stuart Otway-Smith

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On the underground

Tic toc, don’t stop, we gonna rock, on the underground.
Tic toc, baselines drop, lets drop in, on the underground.
Tic toc, don’t stop, asking questions that have no answers.
Tic toc, society stop, nuking the world and building on farmlands.

Society today is so fucking crazy, far to depressed and much to lazy.
Come on people it’s criminal, bankers greed, spills of oil and chemical.

Phat companies bringing profit for masters, but forget about global disasters.
Are we all slaves to our puppet masters?
Or do we proclaim to be FREE?

Tic toc, timer stopped, we see fire, on the underground.
Tic toc, terrorist plot, bombed the lot, on the underground.
Tic toc, don’t stop, asking questions that have no answers.
Tic toc, society stop, nuking the world and building on farmlands.

Pharmaceutical companies are making trillions.
People that take them, die by the millions.

Isn’t it time for a better way, where we help one another, not hide away.
It matters not your creed or religion, this is a must, a world wide decision.
We’ve got to come together to save this land, So I wrote it in a song to give y’all a hand.

Tic toc, bullets shot, drive by murders, on the underground.
Tic toc, cocaine block, smack and pot, on the underground.
Tic toc, don’t stop, asking questions that have no answers.
Tic toc, society stop, nuking the world and building on farmlands.

Oil Barrens hold us to ransom, whilst we fritter and sit here and moan.
We can’t be arsed to stand and be counted, but complain to our selves on our own.

Hours on Facebook, don’t give a second look, to a child dying cold and alone.
We sit in our cul-di-sac, As Africa’s homelands, are bulldozed and our food is grown.
Some of the world look, no food or a school book, and we are comparing our phones.

When will it come to an end?

Will we realise to late, when it’s to broke to mend?
If we act right now, I know we can fix it.
If we all try together somehow.

Tic toc, money rots, peace and love on the underground.
Tic toc, fair-trade shop, Oil for crops, on the underground.
Tic toc, don’t stop, asking questions that have no answers.
Tic toc, society stop, nuking the world and building on farmlands.

Tic toc, gonna block, any attempt on our rights to freedom.
Tic toc, capitalist shock, realise the bankers, we don’t even need em.
Tic toc, don’t stop, asking questions that have no answers.
Tic toc, society stop, nuking the world and building on farmlands.

By Stuart Otway-Smith

Remember we are the underground, you, me, everybody;
Everyone that does not consume the Earth for there selfish pleasures.
We are not consumers, we are beings of light, that live and breathe on an entity of life.

Live Long and Prosper; fellow Humans, Namaste!

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