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Chris Smith Poem
I’m sitting with cards of all colors in my hand and I’ve got the table dancing to my fingers.
Why do I feel so alone if I’m winning?
Your face tells a sad story and I know you are happy with the cards you have, you just always seem to need mine as well.
If I’m the one that started this game,
If I’m the one winning,
Why does it feel like I’m selling my soul?
Is your bluff that good?
It’s not the chips that I want, it’s the girl across the table with my ace of hart.
So I’ll keep on betting till I’m empty,
up to the point where God smiles on me,
placing me on a seat next to you.
I’ll take all your chips and all your cards,
using them to build us a house of green paper,
fit for a king and queen.
All the jack that’s been in your life,
I’ll make it disappear with the flip of my joker.
In so many ways I want you to win,
In so many ways I want you to lift your chin.
Take off your poker face and blow me a kiss
Copyright © Chris Smith | Year Posted 2017
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Somewhere in the middle of nowhere a place where the stars are bright and the silence feels just rite.
No noise to cloud my mind no problems of any kind.
Every turn holds a new beauty every breeze brings a whisper of what is still to come.
A land where no man is king a country where no woman is queen,all is equal from the sand under my feet to the rhythm of my hart beat.
Some times we just need to be far away to hear His voice
Copyright © Chris Smith | Year Posted 2017
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In the dark in the dim we loose our selves slipping on a broken glasses rim. We slip we slide falling back into the worlds tide,we grab we cling cutting our selves on the broken glasses ring. crawling,striving to leave this shattered glass we pick ourselves up and cling to life with one last grasp. we pull out the sharp bits that make us bleed we start to forget the things that filled us with passions greed.by standing up and being tall we walk away and forget it all. We start to run we start to fly we start to remember the things we lived by. moving up moving faster becoming life's master.in pain we find confidence and in confidence we find success in life's journey.
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Chris Smith Poem
If I could talk to myself without the thoughts of being mentally insane, I would listen to each voice inside this quirky brain.
Your body your mind and hart always knows what is best, but still we rather listen to someone else that’s even more depressed.
The people we meet are like thunder showers. Here today gone tomorrow, making us drink their water in one big swallow.
Some waters take away the thirst and others makes us burst, burst into laughter or burst into tears and after that it feels like you have been dry for years.
My mind has so many words to say, but still I turn off the lights and sleep it away.
At the end of each storm there’s a silver cloud, something that reminds you to be proud, satisfied to be the sweetest water and every one you touch becomes a little taller.
I am most likely not perfect but at least I know, everything I touch will grow.
Copyright © Chris Smith | Year Posted 2017
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