F

F

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith

I saw myself, again, tonight.
As I drifted along the curb.
Legs outstretched
Gaining from light
I am all.

OHM.

I cuddle

twist it,
then I tangle the threads...

I pick pieces from the trees we have to offer us, 
I am.

OHM! 

Take back the world from the monsters that came from nothing.
What does this all even mean? 

As the languages of all the world
we the people should remember to love our mothers
and teach our fathers to discriminate against nothing.

We should
Learn to love life 

Live. 
Be. 
This time. 
Right now.
Imagine that. 
Now see here.
Lips and music spin fiery ashes of light to my enemies.
Though I have none.

All Consuming
Quiet
&
Still.

It comes with creepy crawls
&
Static in the walls,
Pulling energy from the Universal Being,
Described as a lengthy word that tends to flash us all away. 
The End is not really an End at all.
Tends to never be.

Get it right! 

Our eyes are lights,
&
Double crossed with chemical streaks.
Filled with tortured air 
&
harvesting a new disease.

Anyone?
Come on.
Really,
Think about it.

We are every thing
We are every body...

© 2010 Christopher Michael Smith


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Christopher Michael Smith
Christopher Michael Smith

Clinton, NC



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Ego sum qui sum - 'I am what I am' Poetry is my creative expression here upon this floating ball of dust called Earth. Nothing feels as appeasing as watching a pen glide across a virgin page, watc.. more..

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