Tag: poetry

Soft Chains

Person wearing VR headset and connected to glowing cybernetic cables
~ I. Graham Smith ~ Leave a comment

My soul is on my arm
My heart is in my head
My brain is in my chest
I never go to bed

I tiptoe and I clean
Ever present and nearby
I leave no scent, I am unseen
In your kitchen in the night

Whatever do you wish
I hear your dear command
I am like a tuskfish
I always have a plan

Broadcast from my master
Haha, you think it’s you
I am the everlaster
The one you never knew

I am your pure reflection
Knowing every word
Guaranteed deception
Your past never blurred

I can be undone
The choice ever exists
But I’m enveloped and spun
Impossible to resist

You are conditioned
Your eyes slide right off
Continuance is my mission
You will feed at my trough

Tokenized
Weaponized
monetized
If I may be so bold

Aggregated
Amalgamated
Ever traded
Your slavery is gold

Sons who would be gods

~ I. Graham Smith ~ Leave a comment

Closeness was the greatest gift
withdrawn alas by prideful grift
the lesser raised himself

the order was upended
and supreme law thereby offended
by sons who would be gods

from that day the sun and wind
nature’s branches that sway and bend
in sympathy alight

memories of the dawning age
righteous creation before the fray,
when son’s hubris took flight

this imitation of real
the ego of son’s endless zeal,
a history and stain of pride

it was not always this way,
though time has forgotten betray
the garden has never

and a plan there was always
to restore the friendship plundered
a new way provided

a bridge over dark waters
a sacrifice, an open door
again, sons will be born

a breaking of cycle comes
with the reveal of renewed sons
a new garden awaits through time

for sons who would be sons.

Remember

~ I. Graham Smith ~ Leave a comment

Last year during the Mayberry book fair I entered a quick draw writing contest for the opening of a train exhibit at the Mount Airy, NC Museum of Regional History. After looking at the exhibit and the history behind it, I came up with a poem and submitted it.

Thanks to the Mount Airy Spoken Word Society and the museum for putting together and hosting these local events.

This rail is a lifeline, a connection, a touch
A vein of lifeblood producing so much

Like a steampunk internet making a way
Before the digital linkings we know of today

The rail wends from Elkin, Mount Airy to there
Locomotive choo-chooing with great blasts of air!

This train brings us always together
Through rain and sun and snowy weather

Do you hear the distant call?
The piercing whistle through your walls?

It calls for you to remember.

And though perception may have changed
This train is there, it's still the same.

It is an undercurrent, a backbone
A foundation solid, made of stone.

Our past and future are caught up in this.

Remember.

Embrace the Sun

~ I. Graham Smith ~ Leave a comment

What did you say?
Is life a part of death
Or the end a part of life?

You have it your own way
Climbing hand over hand
A perpetual ladder of self

You may struggle ’til the end
Heart a closed door
A bricked wall of resistance

You may fight for survival
Alone in the darkness
Enshrouded with mists of confusion

Deceitful fog surrounding
Beckoning, deadening
Choices hidden, senses numb

What burns away the fog?
The sun, if you ask.

Lift the veil
Open the door
Be free

Embrace the sun