“Rolling Tears And Deeper Truths” (A Poem)

Silhouetted person overlooking mountains as glowing light trails drift into the valley

by Anton Martin Smith antonmartinsmithwrites@gmail.com or martinantonsmith@gmail.com

When you see or hear something sorrowful,

And a tear forms and rolls down your cheek,

            It always carries more weight –

                than the thought itself. 

      The proof is the element of surprise.

      That a tear is rolling down your cheek. 

So there must be ‘another you’ deep inside – 

    That knows everything and feels it more, 

 But hides itself for your day-to-day survival. 

         The Truth’s outline is only hinted at 

       in a few salty droplets once in a while. 

                This is all understandable. 

     We are Earth-trapped in minutiae of life.

And Love is sometimes too dangerous a thing. 

“Deadbeats Lament” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Sorry For Talking While You Were Interrupting

But When Push Comes To Shove You Shove Back

Yes, You Contributed A Lot

But You Took More than You Gave

Leaving Us All With Psychic Negative Equity

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What’s That You Say? It’s Hard To Hear

When My Eardrums Ring A Deadbeats Lament

Am I A Human Or A Programmed Feeling?

But I Ended Up Painting, Not Walking

On That Derelict Ceiling

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The Psychiatrist’s Wet Dream That Never Leaves

I’m Surrounded By Kooks I Can’t Rebuff

Many Images Abound Through Broken Glass

My Life’s Full Of Cracks & Don’t Wander Backs

Are These The Unclean Spirits Of Frauds & Hacks?