If I could #poem by Stu.

“If I could” a ‪#‎poem‬ by Stu.

If I could hold you I would, I’d be there every night.
Circumstances parting us, milage beside.
I know that you want me, when you look in my eyes.
I’m sorry I’m not there, to be by your side.

Gift wrapped for the fuzz, by deceit and lies.
Perhaps they don’t like us, seeing through their disguise.
But I am just one man, maters not if I fall.
Replaced by another, truth always rules.

To your corruption, we won’t fade away.
Equal rights for all, on loop you’ll hear every day.
Over and over, our voices get louder.
As awakened citizens, become prouder.

Prouder of who they are, stronger by far.
Not reliant on your slavery, speaking truths of bravery.
Never will we surrender, until this madness ends.
Until all humans, are equal friends.

If I could hold you I would, I’d be there every night.
Circumstances parting us, milage beside.
I know that you want me, when you look in my eyes.
I’m sorry I’m not there, to be by your side.

Spare any change #poem

#poetry #opCameron #opBritain #opUKGOV

“Spare any Change” a #poem by Stu Art.

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“Spare any change” a #poem by Stu.

Excuse me mate, spare any change?
It’s cold I’m hungry, just want a coffee.
Fuck off get a job, ain’t sharing my toffee.
But I had a house, a job, a good wage.
Tough luck mate, must be your age.
Perhaps your disabled?
Never mind, I’ve got lots to spare.
But with you, I’ll not share.
I’ll tell you to fuck off, walk past with a stare.
Tell the kids to, ignore you there.
Sleeping in the doorways, empty houses loads of them.
Bankers save them, for profits golden.
Free food, why should they have it?
Had to pay for mine, they should to.
Don’t matter, he has only one shoe.
Money is not what we need.
Food, shelter, freedom from greed.
Lets hide the poverty, killing games for profits.
News papers say nada, cuts of austerity.
Slitting the throats, of the family.
I won’t be silenced, my voice not diluted.
Not use violence, nor be polluted.
To be human, ain’t convoluted.
Wake up, be free.
Share the love, with your global family.
Don’t run, from the confusion.
Don’t divide us, with their illusion.
Unite as one, sisters and brothers.
Uncles and aunties, father’s and mothers.
Of stolen children, be brave.
We will, seize the day.
A day of oneness, equality for all.
It all starts with, one and all.
Just being human, just for one day.
Lets rid the world, of judgment and blame.
No more conditioning, no lies.
No more bloody noses, no more tears from sad eyes.
In this world of abundance, I know for sure.
That stealing resources, from those that are poor.
Making huge profits, selling weapons of war.
Is not the way, of the evolved.
No pensions, for those who are old.
We want peace, freedom, war to end.
Once greed has gone, we can start to mend.

#ff #poetry #poems #opPoActivism
#opCameron #opUKGOV #opBritain

The love inside

“The love inside” a poem by Stu.

I have a love inside me.
It’s growing every day.
Although I sometimes hide me.
My love shines bright the way.

For we are love and magic.
In our hearts we know it’s true.
There is nobody in our worlds.
That loves like me and you.

The feeling is appealing.
In more than words can say.
Two hearts beating as one.
Each and every way.

With time comes understanding.
Trust flaunts it’s merry tune.
Now their love, is blossoming.
Now their love, It blooms.

Stuart Smith 2014

Pain in my fingers

I have pain in fingers.
Aching in my toes.
My elbows are bruised.
Tears run down my nose.

My entire bodies hurting.
I can hardly type.
But I’ve got to write it down.
So it don’t become a gripe.

I’m feeling really lonely.
Fatigued and down and blue.
Something that you told me.
Broke my heart in two.

And on the day of love.
You left.
Never again.
Will we cross the path of guile.

As swords of ice cut out his heart.
Both cold with torn and bitter.
Revenge is not the way.
So he tried hard to forgive her.

But she was rather angry.
Some what mental and retarded.
Bloody war, smashed glass door.
Slashed wrist and scars discarded.

Now free I am from misery.
To fight another day.
With love in my heart.
I do start, to love life each and every way.

Stuart Smith Feb, 15, 2014

A million tear drops

A million tear drops roll down his face.
He feels lonely in this cold old place.
He gathers his worth from within his soul.
Silently ponders, realise no control.

Surrendering to the pain within.
He wipes the tears from off his chin.
Awaits true love as it’s within.
His heart, his soul, his body, his mind.

Time stops still till love does he find.
He sees her face within his dreams.
He is sure she dreams of him.
Dreams come true you know, so they’ll happen in the end.

What will be will be each tear does say.
Please fix my broken heart.
Only love can make him safe.
Desires a brand new start.

Please my love my flower.
Now that we have bloomed.
Let our seed of love join together.
Twin girls will be born real soon.

Duality is reality, we both made that mistake.
Of thinking that we had met, our soul mate.
In lives before we loved each other.
We both know this is true.

Valentines comes along.
He wants to spend it with you.
Cupids Arrows fire rapidly.
In many a direction.

There is no choice of another.
As no other woman comes close.
To unconditional love from angels above.
He knows she feels it too.

Another million tears drops fall.
As his aching heart shows.
That the love he has within him.
Not withers but grows.

As each and every day that pass.
The stronger he becomes.
She recognises he is the one.
They always have much fun.

To be or not to be they say.
I say that I will be.
Eternally by your side
My flame, my duality.

Stuart Smith 2014

For the Love of Stars

I’ve considered if it’s fantasy, considered if its real.
It matters not either way, because that’s the way I feel.

Light met with serendipity, serenity, spontaneously
Beautiful, middle of know where, along a winding road.

Pow wow energy was high, lightened up the room.
Journeyed Bear and Owl, Ascended Masters soon.

A friend of mine, a pantomime, space rocket for a ride.
The four legged man knew we can, enjoy, for it’s our night.

In my dreams you touch me, in the middle of the night.
To lay with you my star seed bride, duality ignites.

Dreams come true they say, perhaps they meet each night.
For always are connected, beings of the light.

We accept each other, for what we really are.
Beings from another realm who’ve traveled really far.

Across seas of stars and galaxies, from every corner doth it loom.
The glory being only love, love our vibration, Sun and Moon.

By Stuart Smith 2014

Flutter life

Flutter flutter life goes by.
Tipple tipple who knows why?
It must be for money?
“NO! that seems funny”
It must be for stuff?
“NO! that’s just rough”
It must be for joy?
“Remember being a boy?”
It must be for fun?
“That’s the one!”
But I’ve missed one you say?
The most important one of all.
What is it I wonder?
Hmm… I ponder
Look left, look right, look down and above.
It’s all around you.
“It’s easy silly it’s called LOVE!”

By Stuart Smith © 2014

P.E.A.C.E

Pen pushing politicians prevent progress.

Evil enterprise elopes Earths entrails.

Angry anarchists achieve arcane abstinence.

Challenged chiefs choose choice-less chastity.

Encumbered Earthlings empathise engrossing entanglement.

For PEACE to work we have to work.Together!

Stuart Smith

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Every night we dream of love

I wish upon a star, I dream each night of life as us.
Synchronicities  a plenty, our love knows it’s a must.
Across galaxies I’ve traveled, drawn closer to your being.
A deeper understanding, of non corporeal existence.

Before I share my body, before I share my soul.
I must trust, not shoot or bust, that forever we’ll be true.
My feelings will matter, my heart you will not shatter.
My body is my temple, will it be sacred to you?

There’s only one Moon in my sky, a very special light.
To know her is to love her,  each and every night.
A love based on loving ones self, a trusting truth.
Dreams of forever loving each other, eternally with light.

I awake in morning with your memory in my mind.
A smile comes a plenty, I let go a gentle happy sigh.
To know you is enough, if all is meant to be.
For I love you anyway, and will make you see.

That true love wants nothing, but to be loved in return.
To enjoy our fun and laughter, conversations where we learn.
That we have time a plenty, for our love to grow and bloom.
Thats not to say I’d rather,  just kiss you really soon!

Stuart Smith © 2014

Word Weavers

The Door Called ‘Fear’

A wonderfully put story about the emotional baggage we sometimes carry, this story not only brings about reminders or awareness depending on where you are on your path about such baggage, but also gives you a spiritual real world solution with which to deal with your baggage (shirts) one day or one shirt at a time,  absolutely fantastic, I do love you Rosi for sharing such wisdom  and teachings with the world, we are most grateful, I’m sharing this as it will be very healing to many.

The Door Called ‘Fear’ By my favourite Author Rosi Piñeiro

The Master observed the man as he approached.
He carried a big brown suitcase that he was struggling to lift up the stairs.

“Good morning Master, can I ask you some questions?”
“Let us start with one,” replied the Master.
“How many doors do I have to open inside my heart before I am enlightened?”

The Master laughed.

“How many doors do you think there are for you to open?” replied the Master.
“I am not sure, but if I am to look inside my heart, surely I have to open some doors,” he said.
“Your heart is much like this suitcase you carry.
The heavier the suitcase, the more baggage you carry around with you. And it is this baggage that stops you from knowing your heart. I can see from the size of your suitcase and its heaviness, that you carry a big load.”

The following day the man came back to visit the Master carrying the same suitcase and struggled again to lift it up the stairs.

“Good morning Master, can I speak with you again?”
“Go ahead,” replied the Master.
“I am scared to open my suitcase and look within?”
“I see that you have answered your own question,” replied the Master smiling at the man.
“Yes Master, there is only one door for me to open,” said the man.
“Just one,” replied the Master.

The man scratched his head and fell silent.

“Open the suitcase,” said the Master gently.

The man opened the suitcase.

“Now take one thing out,” said the Master.
The man took out a shirt.
“Good, now do this every day and soon you will know your heart,” replied the Master walking away.

Rosi Piñeiro – 2nd January 2013

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