Terry Smith
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Terry Smith
2y ago
From the time we are born
we are on a journey
a traveler on a road
at some point we will come to a fork
and have to make a decision
which road to take
It is these decisions that
make us who we are
You can lie to others
you can even lie to yourself
but if someone was to look at
a map of the roads you have taken
they would know who you are
This book is about one such road
I was cruising down life’s highway
sun shining ,warm with a slight breeze
perfect traveling weather
when I can across a sign
It said Cancer ahead
I looked in the rearview
but there was no going back
suddenly it got very dark
an ..read more
Terry Smith
2y ago
I am a paper bag
before the storm
my bones protrude
ominously
like the fins
of a shark
above the waves
my hair
once a field of wheat
now resembles
Kansas
in the 1930’s
my legs
as unstable
as a three legged barstool
ridden by a drunken fat man
leaning back
tempting gravity
my spirit
exhausted
from the constant battles
forever retreating
and now my back
is against the wall
I am a paper bag
before the storm
and the forecast
is for rain ..read more
Terry Smith
2y ago
The news came in
like a cold autumn rain
before the snow
It always seems to come
in threes
like some perverse triangle
encompassing you
It is only the thought of spring
that keeps us
from falling into despair ..read more
Terry Smith
2y ago
light reflects
off the fields
burning green
upon my eyes
green…the color of jealousy
as they watch the clouds
freely pass overhead
and listen
to the babbling brook
swiftly flow by
on an adventure
to some far off land
and the field must sit there
and wait
as the summer turns to emptiness
to be cover by the snow ..read more
Terry Smith
3y ago
Death took me by the hand
as she often does
told me she wanted to take me
to a place
I had never been
But as fate would have it
she spotted a food truck
by the side of the road
and muttered to herself
” I love me some soul food.”
and off she went
I took the opportunity
to escape her shadow
and headed
to the sacred place
to see the pharaoh shaman
He put me through the rituals
Afterwards
I rang the bell
like some holocaust Quasimodo…
I was cancer free
and I owed it all
to my Esmeralda
and yeah I cried too ..read more
Terry Smith
3y ago
poison makes its way
through my veins
like a Panzer
through polish streets
leaving
my life’s highway
in ruins
I become
a pincushion
for every lab tek
nurse and phlebotomist
walking the halls
of this sanitized hell
leaving me guessing
is the cure
worse than the disease ..read more
Terry Smith
3y ago
I feel
a tightening
in my throat
as I take
those thirteen steps
as I watch
the sunset
wondering if
I shall
see it rise ..read more
Terry Smith
3y ago
They push
chernobyl
through
your veins
once they do
you will never
be the same ..read more
Terry Smith
3y ago
I am the
discarded skin
of a locust
clinging to life
like the bark
of a decaying
stump ..read more
Terry Smith
3y ago
This
blood soaked
phallic symbol
dangling between my legs
is about as useless
as a statue
of St. Gianna Beretta Molla
on the corner
of 7th ave and anywhere
if a bird took a dump
the subsequent vibrations
would certainly
cause a junkie earthquake
moments later
it is all like
some top 40’s song
on the radio
from a different era ..read more