Fresh Perspectives

Freedom often comes in exchange for sorrow.

But all I believe in tells me tomorrow will be amazing.

So I am keeping my head up and my teeth exposed.

Golden sunbeams wash the earth of its cank.

Moonlit city streets amble in polyphonic blue note fervor.

I used to find I didn’t deserve more than tears…

Tears in my pillow case. Tears falling like water from a faucet.

Yet here I am alive and well, happy and swell.

Tell me is any tragedy that has befallen you deserved?

From what I have observed, more than just the odds define misfortune as undeserved.

Learning from my mistakes, I know I have what it takes to meld hearts into poetics.

So here’s to you, I, and that.

Yours truly,

Sean M. Smith

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Broken Up

Leaving her has been the best of choices.
Never did I expect to become so used.
From here on out I will remain rejuvenated and enthused.

With the sound of cheering voices kissing the horizon,
And more importantly without her,
I feel alive and amazing.

Oh, the joy that didn’t come from being tethered.
To another’s heart that was all too punishing.

I adore the cool calm
That comes with the absence of commotion…
Truly a pure emotion.

You should know my soul’s heart
Is not weathered…
just sunshine and freedom.

Happy as a meadowlark flapping its wings
for freedom.
Feeling kind of saintly to myself,
for I have begun once more.

Being away from her has me feeling so contented.
I used to love her.  Now, I just try to forget her.

Break ups are necessary from time to time, ya feel me?
I am ready to meet new people and have time for my friends.
Everywhere I go, all I feel is sweet, meaningful zen.
She sure made me cry, but Spring Break is here.

Thus, I carry on with my backpack
And look forward to spending time with my family.

Self-Reflection

Some of the scientists are calloused hacks.
Hackneyed plagiarized equations rife,
Make something incredible of your life.
Defend the soft spoken form attacks.

Dare to believe.  Reveal the unknowns.
Fact check reality.  Bolster your genius.
No individual ever ought to refrain
From artsy critiques of scientific thrones.

No heart too bereft.  No one disqualified.
We must uphold integrity.  So be sure
Of yourself, of your dreams, and you’ll mature.
No doubt, a lesson learned trumps life not lived.

Oh, to remind a fellow passenger of purpose.
What grander a gift than gregariousness?
Speak freely.  Care wildly.  Remain the gentlest.
And, never exchange love for anything…

Here’s to High Sex

Violet rose bushes line the concrete walking path.
At night, the orangish-white southern moonlight floods the gardens of paradise.
With a mere flap of their wings, holomorphic butterflies map eternities’s seashell lined shores where the twilight times never end.

Ahhhh, to smell the sweet sanctity of chaos.

Dreams still come true in the land of my heart’s seemingly infinite ashing.
During the day, we all wear halos made of zen,
And the angels, well, they sing of sonnets, sunshine, and truth.
When a lyricist fashions art with a pen,
Intention inevitably ripples like the words of the wise.

Surprise! All is not as it seems when it comes to these creatures and their ardent epidermises.
The ever so gentle buttetfly wings glisten in time with these rhymes.

We need to stay on the up and up as the prophets of creative tomorrows.
Life needs some orchestrating, dontcha know.

Stay true to your hearts flames and the flair of the debonair?

Why isn’t most everything seen as Heaven sent?

For all misgivings, may saintly creatures repent.
Where there speech is lacking, may absolute and beauteous felicity find its place, for the immaculate, transcendental beauty of the world will never be erased nor will the smitten sunshine saints of the four seasons be silenced.

Here I stand, comfortable and face to face with the divine, devoid of any purpose other than to formalize the sublime.

Free Verse #1

my love my adorable little dandelion
trying’ to love you is effortless
to the evils of the world we fake oblivious.
never amiss and always perceiving zion.

i know you to be the most interesting woman a’love
sometimes, i may seem distant,
the boring parts of life aren’t your fault.
you inspire me to feel joy about being alive.

i would have gone amiss long ago.
if it weren’t for incredible… you, boo.
so i will make excuses no more and remain loyal.

when i am with you, there is more to me
than storms and sunsets… ah, to be refreshed.

the thought of living without you
is nowhere to be found for now.
let me be sweet to you and show you
the world of love you deserve.

i will ignite the divine spark in your heart.

let’s transcend the state.
let’s cease to play platitude.
instead, let us maxim together.

wisdom exists within us
like never before experienced.
it is on us to save civilization
from the trials and tribulations of oppression.
the world is becoming a colder place,
which I never expected.

prior years seem to have been more kind and more stable.
to hold protect and cherish your heart I am willing and able..
thank you forth bottom of my heart
for never judging me as overtly sullen.

you are many things.
but, you have never been a loser
or weird or anything of that sort.

it hurts my heart to know
you fear that i see your moods in such a light.
pleasing you is the only quest that i care to know.

sometimes, i lose myself
in the unfounded fear
of losing you.
the worry of the tragedy
causes my casual heart to transform
the things of sanctity become nightmares, ghastly.

i don’t understand why.
so i sigh and cry,
yet I still try because
your saintly way
keeps me and the vicissitudes at work
On track for millions of years from now.

Unmetered Sonnet

Happy Valentine’s day to everyone from afar.
All is well, and so, I am feeling quite fine.
Speak to me gently and sip your wine.
Maybe one day she and I will share an armoire.

Sometimes, we fight until commotion
Alone remains.  But without her, I’m bereft.
Let’s tend to the gardens until only butterflies are left.
Freed from the stress by impressive motions.

Maybe this year will last unlike past flings.
My respect for her body and mind remains immutable.
I have stumbled into something beautiful.
Life is burdensome at twenty four with no college ring.

Yet, I refrain not from expressing my heart’s desires,
For in love there is a certain spiritual wealth.
That grows in interest with the nurturing of the self.
All around me are the flickering crimson fires.

Here’s to the one has been most wholehearted and true!
Here’s to the one that offers their whole heart to you!