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DARK SECRET by Marie Josephine Smith

9/9/2008

I lie thinking of you sweet master.
Anticipation sets my soul quivering.
Faster my heartbeat.
And all too sweet your gentle touch.
Feeding my fire with your,
spiritless fingers.
Lingering on until my mind,
doth find it's natural climax.
My lust for you, claims yet another slave.
Gutless and ashamed.
Taking to the grave.
The secrect of your sensual pleasure.

copywrite marie smith 1984

NO ENDING by Marie Josephine Smith

9/9/2008

Like so many others in this world.
I live each day in pain.
The drugs prescribed,
the strongest kind.
On the highest dose.
A malignacy is haunting me.
Like a ball and chain.
Sanned and probed.
Radiation burns, front and back.
My body hacked,
whilst aneathetised.
Too many years,
indignities.
Yet I still survive.
Mystified consultants say,
that I must be strong.
Oh what fools can't they see?
My adversary won't let go of me.
I think he is a reincarnation,
of the Marquis de Sade.
My nemisis has probably made
of me a chamber for his pleasure.
Who knows what it will take.
Until I scream forever.

bad day august 2008

GREY HAS NO SUBSTANCE by Marie Josephine Smith

9/6/2008

The spartan room reveals nothing of
the presence there.
No soft perfume to indicate a feminine form.
The lodger is indefinate, the room
claustrophbic.
Waiting to claim the next inmate.
Shadows occupy virgin cold beds.
Dead fingers tap a monotonous tune.
Grey bodies in a grey room.
Looking at grey walls.
Watching a grey nightfall.
Shedding grey tears.
For every year swallowed by the
spartan room.

copywrite marie smith

SENSATIVE CHILD by Marie Josephine Smith

9/6/2008

Rain is only seven.
My Sagitairean humitarian.
He never ceases to amaze.
With what he thinks and says.
Just the other day,
whilst travelling in my car.
He said, "Yam ya,"
his version of grandma.
"I'm glad mama didn't make me into a girl."
He replied when I asked why.
"Coz babies only grow in girls.
When they come out I bet it really hurts."
He looked at me questioningly.
I answered, "yes, sweetheart your right.
Just remember when you grow up to
be good to the lady in your life."

for my grandson Rain 2008

ONE NIGHT STAND by Marie Josephine Smith

9/6/2008

I still await his sweet kisses.
Patiently anticipate he may relate.
Remembering the ecstasy,
of fevered flesh caressed.
A dying candle spluttered in the darkness.
Witness to how you left me smitten.
Half closed eyes comrad to the half smile on your face.
Satiated, you stroked my hair.
I disintergrated into your arms.
Artfully you disengaged arranging
a mutual departure.
Leaving me in silence and disbelief.
Your rude cowardice obviously revealed.
Yet patiently I still await.
Reprecation,
of a great romance.
Existing only in my imagination.

copywrite marie smith 1972

UPDATE by Marie Josephine Smith

9/4/2009

just when you think you can't take any more.
The rain that falls becomes a storm.
I thought things couldn't get worse.
Constant pain increases hurt.
I've handled all lifes thrown at me.
Battled on regardlessly.
Getting physical relief via morphine.
Painted smile to hide misery.
Don't know how to fight this war.
Pain is at my family's door.
How can I get inside their heads.
And say I'll handle it instead.
I'm not scared of the man with the sycthe.
My bodies a canvas of surgery's knife.
I will not go under ground.
I gotta survive and be around.
It seems like the player couldn't beat me,
has turned his wrath on my family.
My husband ans son have passed away.
Leaving me to lead the way.
My only child is a mother of three.
Going it alone, providing security.
Unconditional love for her babies.
I cry for her and the whole damn world.
Who is responsible for the outcome of birth.
Perhaps its like the game of Death.
Cards are dealt' luck does the rest.

haven't been on for ages but wrote this the other night without the facts it tells you why

SHE AND I by Marie Josephine Smith

9/4/2009

hER PAINED EYES,
WERE HIDDEN BENEATH GOSSOMER LIDS.
A WINSOM SMILE UPON HER LIPS.
SHIVERING FINGERS PLAYED A RESTLESS TUNE.
HER SHADOW MOVED TOWARD THE LUNAR MOON.
A BLOODIED HEART SHE EXPOSED TO ME.
DEJA VU OF WHO IS SHE.
LIKE A DIAMOND IN THE NIGHT.
ONE DROP OF WATER LEFT HER EYE.

HAUNTINGLY IT IS I.

Marie september 2009

THIN ICE by Marie Josephine Smith

9/28/2008

The snow capped mountains beckon me.
Whispering, I am sanctuary.
Come back again and lie with me.
My icy fingers will ease your pain.
Though cold and sharp,
as a spinsters tongue.
Taunt, I need no flame to spark.
Invite longings.
Prolong passions.
I will love you in my fashion.
Come lie with me.
My landscape is solitary.
You know me.
Skated on my thin ice in the past.
Survived a avalanche.
Then danced on crystal lights.
Now you shuffle and exist.
Our dangerous liason,
you think about and miss.
Why fight or resist?
Walk again my precipice.

COPYWRITE MARIE SMITH 1984

SLEEP STALKER by Marie Josephine Smith

9/28/2008

What foul Beast be thou?
A malformed claw, that diggeth deep.
Besmirching my fair lady's sleep.
Her fevered brow, awash and drenched.
Her vibrant hair, now lusterless.
Limbs contort,in ungainly fashion.
Violent spasms, make taunt her skin.
Rabid nails fight a war within.
Shredding the silk spun sheet.
Made to caress when she doth sleep.
Lays cruelly mangled in a heap.
Bloodied and soiled, the stains they weep.
Show thy nature, show thy face.
Abombination,
I would thee waste.
Let my sword feed heartily.
Would'st thou darest meet with me.
Nay, darkness hides your viperous nest.
Ignoble assassin, stalker of dreams.
Thou art not real, a non entity.
How foolish of me as to name you foe.
Though your gendre this eve has filled my maid with woe.
I'll consult a wise man with knowledge of herbs.
That my lady may sleep serene and unpeturbed.

copywrite marie smith sept 2008

BAND OF GOLD by Marie Josephine Smith

9/25/2008

When I walk.
Tis never on my own.
With each step, walk shadows I have known.
When I talk.
There's whispers in the wind.
Inspiring words with their echoing.

As I sleep.
Feotal like a babe.
Safely cocooned.
I rest on astral waves.
Should I laugh for certe,
I do know.
Should it storm.
I will shine blessed by my rainbows.

My eyes may cry if what I see doth blight.
Then gently dried with what you left behind.
Should my salt water be larger than the sea.
There's a shore to ebb the tears for me.

Finally, when my last dice I throw.
I too will be a shadow.
And never let you walk alone.
Forevermore, part of our band of gold.

copywrite marie smith sept 2008

KISSED YOUR BEST FRIEND by Marie Josephine Smith

9/22/2008

Remember when I made my mark?
Pink lipstick kisses, covered your car.
Your ghetto boy bro's jibed and laughed.
Adding fuel.
Boy you were mad.
"Woman you is crazy. What for you do dat.
Believe, I'll get me a next gal,
if my wheels dem a mashed."
Pretending dismay I walked away.
Having seen in your eyes,
pleasure and pride.
Acknowledging how much time I took.
Showing my love from bonnet to boot.

1995 COPYWRITE MARIE SMITH

NO ENTRY by Marie Josephine Smith

9/2/2008

Yes I've met the Beast.
In his multitude of forms.
Perhaps we became aquainted
from the moment I was born.
I remember Evil,
around the age of four.
I was like a flower.
In a desert all alone.
Or a fledgling with no nest,
or haven to call home.
He is very clever.
Knows who to victimise.
Scarring the innocent,
leaving shards inside.
Many times uninvited,
he's tried to blight my life.
Insidiously probing to find a vunerable site.
Bloodying my body.
Tries accessing my mind.
I keep it well hidden.
In a vault of secret smiles.
Frustrating the Beast with,
a NO ENTRY sign.
Maybe I've been robbed of
a happy life.
Yet truly I am gifted,
with a will to survive.

copywrite marie smith 2008

NOTHING TO GAIN by Marie Josephine Smith

9/2/2008

I keep everything inside.
Hide my pain.
Get told,
I have no feelings.
Yes, better I do this.
Than risk,
hurting myself as well as
others.
By speaking my mind.
Not finding the right words.
And always the wrong moment.

copywrite marie smith 2008

THE PURITY OF LOVE by Marie Josephine Smith

9/2/2008

The first time I knew true love.
Was the day I met my son.
Insanity took away the woman,
known as mum.
Although I wasn't blessed with
kisses, or maternal tenderness.
I was never sad or felt deprived.
Thought I was a changeling,
or a fairy child.
Pregnancy was no big deal.
Just one of lifes facts.
Didn't feel the impact,
until I gave birth.
I was stunned with the wonder
I had brought to earth.
I kissed his hands, I kissed his face.
My heart was brimming over,
it felt like it may burst.
I had this experience completely alone.
The highlight of my life.
A love to make me whole.
I would protect with my very life.
Everyday hugs and kisses,
lullabyes for my child.
He would lean on me and lay all his trust.
Truly I was honoured that he returned my love.
The first four years, just me and him.
I wanted to give him all the things,
I had never known.
My greatest fear was if I died,
he'd be all alone.
I knew no one would claim him and
treat him as their own.
I never asked society to help in anyway.
Poverty was my old friend.
To my son a stranger he'd remain.
I worked so very hard to give him the best.
Until circumstances found me penniless,
Weeping on church steps.
What would be best.
Would he find a family to treat him well
if I turned and left?
My selfishness wouldn't let me take a step.
I couldn't give him up.
Surely with an abundance of love,
we'd make it through each day.

copywrite marie smith 2008

WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE? by Marie Josephine Smith

9/2/2008

Got a letter must be a mistake.
Whilst I was living I've come of an age.
To claim a pension travel cheap.
Lots of privlages for O.A.P.'s.

I'm trying hard to accept my fate.
Is my mirror a liar reflecting the same.
Perhaps some glasses may help me see?
A different physiog acting like me.

Should I cut my long black hair?
Change my trainers, not wear jeans.
Become respectable, maybe try tweed.
Get a thrill on the Bingo scene.

I could take up gardening, what a scream.
Flowers will die, weeds reign supreme.
One thing the years will never take from me.
Is a change of taste in the music scene.

COPYWRITE MARIE SMITH 2008 (ghetto gran 2 Pac fan)

MISERY STREET by Marie Josephine Smith

9/15/2008

Fingerstained.
Cracked window pane.
Crying babe, howling dog.
Backdrop to poverty love.

Silhouetted, marionettes.
Drink from bottles,
smoke cigarettes.
Shuffle in rythm with hopeless feet.
That tap the dance,
of Misery Street.

copywrite marie smith sept 2008

LOVE IS A NEED by Marie Josephine Smith

9/15/2008

By way of a epithany, I learned love was a need.
An act of serendipity gave me a little seed.
Feelings meant pain I didn't need at all.
They only killed my roses and bled me with their thorns.
My garden was a wasteland for any hungry weed.
I was ignorant that a miricle was growing underneath.
Used to being trodden on, littered and scorned.
I protected my mind with a invisable wall.
Ignoring the rubbish scattered shamefully.
So subtle was the sowing I had not percieved.
The beauty impregnated deep inside my core.
My soil was fertalising with a tender warmth.
Sculpting a landscape exclusive to me.
Molding my form, shaping tenderly.
The changes in my garden filled me with awe.
My earth became a haven, unsullied and pure.
Watered and fed my land his sanctuary.
He burst through my soil January seventeen.
God how I screamed as his roots were torn.
Shocked into silence by the sight that lay before.
Humbled I wondered how the mire I knew as me.
Could bring life to a sapling know love unconditionally.
My garden began to grow from the day he was born.
Blessed by Mother Nature with more of loves spore.
Found a soulmate gave birth to a she.
Watched you and your sister reach maturity.
Providing for life loves need for evermore.
Sharing with me seeds that you'd planted or sown.
Sadly my husband and the first of loves need.
Left us in tears when they took their leave.
Love is an eternity of this I am sure.
Like the ocean its waves will always touch our shore.
Constantly caressing and feeding our need.
Knowing that in my garden began a family tree.

KING OF MY HEART by Marie Josephine Smith

9/15/2008

And I would be Guinivere.
You Sir Lancelot.
Traitor would I be.
To this Englands throne.
To haveth known thy love.
And as a maiden,
rested my head.
Upon my beloveds chest.
I would be a subject.
To the King of hearts.
Yet sadly my future is foreseen.
My heritage has made of me,
that I will rule as Queen.
For just one touch of your hand.
To tasteth of your lips.
I would forsake all of this.
Scorn all worldy goods.
That you would know my womanhood.
Drinketh from my eyes.
Recognition that your vision.
Be the twin of mine

copywrite marie smith sept 2008

SEEING THE WOMAN IN ME by Marie Josephine Smith

9/10/2008

He said, the demure little dress I wore,
did not hide the promise in my eyes.
Nor disguise the sinfullness
of my well shaped lips.
My hips he remarked, were made to be pinned down.
Legs long enough to wrap around,
even a giant of a man.
With private eyes we made contact.
Ripping away my facade of naive
virginity.
Your purity lies
in the sensuality of your full mouth.
I will make love to you.
And call you woman.

written a lifetime ago but vividly remembered

HEY BABE by Marie Josephine Smith

8/9/2008

Hey babe, don't leave me now.
The ribbons have fell from my hair.
And I have become too aware,
of the time.

Hey babe I need you now.
My body is cold,
and I have sold out to the game.

If you listen.
You'll hear my voice in the wind.
If you look you'll see that
my body is pinned to the floor.

And I don't know who or what I am.
Anymore.

copywrite marie smith 1984