A friend dream lover

English: Pleiades Star Cluster

Sometimes, I feel like crying.
Sometimes, my heart is dying.
Sometimes, I need to be held.
Sometimes, it’s the end of the world.

Today is one of those days.
Its been a battle to change my ways.
A friend of mine said I’m a survivor.
Then she told me to be a thriver.

I hold her council dear to my heart.
And thank her for just a start.
When I needed someone to just listen.
It’s these times  she truly glistens.

With your words in mind I feel able.
To rise above illusion and fear.
I know that I’ll perceiver.
To put bread on our table.

My words I write and wisdom follows.
Lessons learned a new tomorrow.
Just the thought of you it makes me smile.
Feelings that last an infinite while.

And even if these feelings are just my own.
Love joy it bringeth me home.
For simply just the thought of you.
I feel like a King upon his throne.

And although you may not read this.
I know that it’s okay.
So I send it the Universe.
My love may make your day.

I’ve fallen in love with every thing you are.
A sexy, proper woman, a light, the moon, a star.
I want to thank you deeply from the bottom of my heart.
Your beautiful, divine, from the Pleiades we are.

Stuart Smith © 2013

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No matter what you’ve done

This is dedicated to our eldest daughter, whom since becoming a mother recently has suddenly become a beacon of shining light, an angel in the darkness, a person of honest compassion and loving kindness.

You bring so much joy and happiness to your Mum and I, even at such as distance.
Give baby a huge fluffy snuggle from us, we all miss you all so very much.

She sent me a message today and this came to mind so I wrote it down.

I’m so proud of her.

No matter what you’ve done.

I got a message today, from my daughter.
A memo that showed, all I’d taught her.
She said, spend time with the kids, and soon the baby
My Mum for heavens sakes, love her for ages.

Keep your chin up high, and stop moping.
Or her sister and her brother, would get lowly.
I know she doesn’t wan’t them, growing up.
With all the shit, in the back, of her garbage truck.

She continued to state, that a kiss and hug.
A kind spoken word, was just good enough.
Show a keen interest, in all that they do.
Then just like me, they’ll always love you!

It’s really a wonderful feeling.

When your baby gives advice that’s appealing.

You know that your job is good and done, 

When your child says; I love you Daddy!

No matter what you’ve done.

I got advice passed my way, from my eldest.
It’s not the first time at all, that I’ve heard this.
But coming from you, it makes all the difference.
I put your consultation, on top of my wish list.

I know sometimes what I write, it bothers you.
But sincerely I belay, my apology.
You’ve got your own family, to raise now.
Shouldn’t be worrying about, our break down.

If I could, I would gently rock and wake you.
From this nightmare, give you a hug and cradle.
I’m really very sorry, for the chat I type.
I hope that you forgive me, you made me smile tonight.

It’s really a wonderful feeling.

When your baby gives advice that’s appealing.

You know that your job is good and done, 

When your child says; I love you Daddy!

No matter what you’ve done.

I love you so very much my princess.

By Stuart Otway-Smith

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Communication Breakdown

Communication Breakdown

Our loves like a record, going round and round.

Mostly plays out smooth, but there’s a warping sound.

No conformity of ideas, so profound.

Conversation with you, it makes me frown.

Got my iMac, my beatbox, its criminal.
My iPhone, it rings like an animal.

There has to be away for us, to get it down.
My heart beats with bass, can you feel it now?

With you in my yard, I can honestly.
Make love, the whole of the holidays.

I know its true, you really want me to.
I can feel it when our bodies, are stuck like glue.

I feel your passion, oh what a feeling.
When my eyes are staring at the ceiling.

So I thought I’d tell, the Human race.
So they can feel our love, from outer space.

That you have, a special quality.
And all I wanna do, is Astronomy.

From the stars in the sky, you reveal it.
Your light of love, is so appealing.

It such a shame, that the only sound.

Within the silence, and the quaking grounds.

Is the sound of anger; frustration;

And resentment from a bitter situation.

Our loves like a record, going round and round.

Mostly plays out smooth, but there’s a warping sound.

No conformity of ideas, so profound.

Conversation with you, it makes me frown.

You met my brother, on Facebook.
I never give his chirp, a second look.

You seemed to like him, I was ignorant.
Inpatient, rotten and virulent.

As I sat there and watched you, drift from me.
I was stuck in my own world, of sodomy.

It wasn’t long, before the big mistake.
You handed yourself over, on a plate.

I thought there’s a chance, we can fix it.
Then pregnant you came home, to mix with.

Trauma and pain, with creation.
A life in the lottery of copulation.

It such a shame, that the only sound.

Within the silence, and the quaking grounds.

Is the sound of anger; frustration;

And resentment from a bitter situation.

Our loves like a record, going round and round.

Mostly plays out smooth, but there’s a warping sound.

No conformity of ideas, so profound.

Conversation with you, it makes me frown.

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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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Fibro Haze

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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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The simple puppet

I am a simple puppet, with many broken strings.
I thought you was my angel, but I somehow broke your wings.

I’m nothing but your puppet, being strung along.
Played with then discarded, when no longer any fun.

But something is about me, I’m not like the other toys.
Whilst they jump for joy with laughter, I sit; cry; and make a noise.

I am a simple puppet with straw for my hair.
I’m made of wood, feel nothing, is that why know body cares?

I am a simple puppet, he doesn’t have a heart.
And if he did, you’d only break it, as it’s only made of glass.

I am a simple puppet, I am finished for the day.
Now no longer needed, I’m simply; thrown, away.

By Stuart Otway-Smith

Puppet Master

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