Even a broken heart, can be broken

English: Broken Heart symbol

 

Even a broken heart, can be broken.
Snapped, like a violin string.
Played with a bow, without knowing.
The words of the song that it sings.
Romance is a word thats not dying.
For clearly I have felt it in my day.
Today I solve a mystery of the Universe.
That love isn’t always both ways.
But love always conquers all.
love always finds a way.
And having witnessed love once again.
I know in my heart it remains.

Stuart Smith 2013 

 

 

 

My heart is still aching

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Guitar chords G / G major 7th / D / D major 7th / C / D

G                            GMJ7      D                   DMJ7
My heart is still aching, I don’t know what to write.
C                                D
Does it still exist? Is there anything left inside?
G                     GMJ7        D                       DMJ7
I can’t feel it beating, it used to beat like a drum.
C                                    D                          
All I can say is now, it doesn’t want to run.

Bedroom antics may have been the cause, I was simply far too blind.
To notice you slip away, was you only trying to hide?
But now our love is stronger, it’s all up to me they say.
To forgive you and my self, but I’m stuck in yesterday.

I know I must have hurt you, for you to do the things you’ve done.
But instead of holding you real close, I simply let you run.
The love I feel for you, is something I can’t hide.
It’s high up above the clouds, where angels reside.

Now that we are parted, although only for a while.
Hearing you when you call me, always makes me smile.
Forgiveness is in my soul, but torments in my mind.
How do I forgive you darling, when there’s torture in my eyes.

The only thing that keeps me going, is you and the kids.
I’m going to pin that thought promptly, to the back of my eye lids.
I’ve jump started my heart again, solely for you.
But please don’t ever shake it, coz it’s only held with glue.

I know that you can feel me, from across the shores.
When I wake up in the mornings, it is you that I adore.
I feel our love is beautiful, like a flower in full bloom.
Worry not my darling, I’ll be coming home real soon.

I’ll be coming home real soon, to oo ooo sooth you.

By Stuart Otway-Smith

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I miss you all my love, kiss our children for me and hug baby.

 

I miss you my love.

Dearest Shell.

A couple of songs I wanted you to hear, I miss you so much.

Simply Red – You make me feel brand new

Natalie Cole – Miss you like crazy

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!

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

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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Life is only an opportunity to grow

Life is only an opportunity to grow, To be, to bloom.
Life in itself is empty; unless you are creative you will not be able to fill it with fullfilment.
You have a song in your heart to be sung and you have a dance to be danced.~ Osho

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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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If I had one wish

If I had one wish, I’d give it to you, to do with what you wanted to.
I’d gently watch as you won your dreams, in hope that they included me.

The joy on your face would make me smile, for longer than a lifetime.
The pleasure I’d get from giving you, everything you wish.

Would launch me high upon the highest tower, high above the clouds, the rain and showers.
To see you smile with joyous love, shining in the skys above.

If I had one wish, I’d give it up, just so that you’d feel loved.
If I had one wish, I’d pass it on, just to hear you full of song.

That you smile everyday, and are eternally happy.
This brings me joy, removes my fear, it helps one to perceiver.

If I had one wish, what would it be?
I’d wish that you’d always love me!

By Stuart Otway-Smith

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