Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Gravity doesn't suit you
Though you hide your wings
It's evident your place is through
The clouds and higher
Where heavenly hostas can sing
And adore you as I do.

My heart sings when I awake
To find it was not a dream.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Change Within

Change Within

The winds of time call through the soul
Time for change and rebirth
Feel the heat searing away the past
New feelings and raw emotion
Trust the light, feel the greatness
There is no time like the now to reach
For the stars above reveal your love.

The sands of fate drop slowly down
The time clock of life ticking away
Stuck in this moment of defeat
We feel helpless and beaten down
Blaming the past, searching for answers
Or looking too far ahead into the future.
Not able to grasp that now is the change.

Raindrops fall towards the earth
Looking up into the sky we're blinded
Water surrounding us from birth
Yet within it we gasp for breath
Without it we will die and wither.
From within it we are born into the air
To live within the light of the sun.

We reach toward the light with words
Spoken, sung, whispered and prayerful
O Lord we ask this in your name, we seek
The answers to so many prayers we beg
When He doesn't answer some may curse
As if He knows our hearts better than ourselves
His light will guide us forward higher than before.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Dark Beast at the Door

He lays there on the couch with the TV on
Barely moves at the sound of static
As the station ends for the night
Turns over and closes his eyes
It can't be true that it's over again
The same way, the same way once more
Life used to be so simple
Nothing ever seems that way these days
Seems the world keeps spinning faster
And his life has become a living hell
No way to escape the pain he's caused
There's no end to the daily fear of being alone
The text messages fly back and forth
But it's only a repeat of what's happened
No answers, no questions
Just a barrage of anger and hate
What happened to the love he wonders
How did it end so out of control
When he's only ever wanted to show
He's not the one man she thought
A pale shadow, poor excuse
The words spill onto the screen
But he turns it off before hitting send
And turns again on the couch
Shifting his sorrow and tears
Finding no solace now in being alone
The space that he had needed
Seems like no reason at all
For there is no escape from the one
The one who is always there
Laughing at him, jeering and poking
The voice in his head that's constant
Taunting and stating with finality
You'll never be anything
You're such a loser
And he shifts as he remembers
The first twenty years of hell
Followed by another twenty
He made choices to stay,
He hadn't been forced
And now that he's found hell
There's no escape, there's no escape
Tormented by dreams of the past
Tortured by visions of being alone
He wishes he had the strength to decide
Instead he gets up and heads off to work.
He can fake it again to get through the day
A pasted on smile, the laughter is forced
There's no answer to be found
Just a dollar to make
To feed his two children
And make ends meet
So that he can find solace
In a blank TV screen
Wishing he'd made other decisions
As he'd moved through his life
No answers are there
Not even the voice of derision
Can answer him how
The end of the life
He thought he had planned
Could come so easily unglued
And make living so hard.
There's no light, there's no sun
There's only darkness surrounding
And it closes in a little more
With each passing hour.
Feeling the breath of the beast
As it draws ever closer
Will this be the night
When it's jaws close
And he finds peace in the silence
Until the fear wakes him again
The beast is still there.
Too soon they'll all realize
That the future they await
Is only the vision of another
To dream of sun filled days
Is only a dream
There's only darkness
We are always alone.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Castles

There are no castles
Except those built of sand
And like those sand castles
Washed away by the tide
So too has the love they shared
Held together by two tiny hands
Reaching out and holding on
To Daddy's hand to the left
And Momma's hand right
Those little fingers grasping
Are the tenuous filament
That hold two hearts close
Torn asunder by so many wrongs
Those imagined and those real

Like a castle in the clouds
Blown away by the wind
So too have those feelings
He felt for her
And she once felt for him
Tiny feet pitter patter
Running from Momma then back
To be by Daddy's side
Little giggles and laughter
Fills the house and can't help
But fill those broken hearts
With joy for life so fresh
That baby girl manages to heal
The tiny cracks threatening
To tear their lives asunder

The castles they built within
Complete with moats
And walls of stone
Fall stone by stone
With tender words
And heartfelt glances
He remembered the times
She met him after work
She sees his loving glance
Thinks about that first kiss
The little heart they created
Lays beating weakly
Tubes and wires connecte
Now it is their fingers grapsing
Those tenuous filaments
Keeping that wee soul close
Begging Himfor one more chance
To keep their love alive

And now the castles they build
Is one of promises
The love they share again
Is full of pride as they watch
Their little one walk
Down the aisle of that beautiful church
To start a journey of love
With her true love
To build their own castles
Not of sand, nor of clouds
But full of love's promise.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Mon Petit Chat

Today I held you for the last time
I remember still the first time
Standing in the mall courtyard
Mewling babies all about you
You yourself barely out of kittenhood
All the people gathered oohed and aahed
Over your pretty babies eyes and fur
While you stood there forlorn, forgotten.
Mon petit chat.

I held you for the last time this morning
Remembering the first few months
When we had brought you home
You hated indoor life, but we persevered
You were a fussy eater and even so
We kept you healthy and helped you grow
Mon petit chat

I held you for the last time on Monday
Warm blankets and my strong arms about you
Stroked your forehead and held your paws
Whispered to you how much you were loved
I cried silent tears that landed on your face
But even that was not enough to heal you
A love for your beauty and your grace
Was not enough to help you to hold on
Until my little girl could return to be there
She will cry and miss you so,
Mon petit chat

I held you for the last time this morning
Remembering the times after I had left
How I would see your sleekness
In the window perched upon the couch
Your Siamese look so inscrutable
Your eyes so blue perusing the passing world
Dear Shiraz, my little cat, I love you
Mon petit chat

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Somethin bout this rainstorm


Something About a Rainstorm

I walk these dark and rain swept streets
Dancing ‘tween the raindrops
Two steppin’ like I’ve got two left feet
There’s a love song makin’ me feel lost

No lyrics left to carry that soulless tune
I’ve forgotten the words so many times
No more walks beneath that full moon
No more time for alibis and rhymes

Chorus:
‘Cause the minute that I walked out
I knew there was no lookin’ back
Doesn’t stop me from rememberin’
The times we used to have our scraps
And there’s somethin’ about a rainstorm
That makes the memories full of pain.

 I’m headed out the highway
For a show in one more town
There’s no reason left for me to stay
On this steel horse I’m feeling down.

‘Nother place where I'll try to forget
All the love we thought we'd share
‘Cause there’s something I don’t get
How we let love just disappear.

‘Cause the minute that I walked out
I knew there was no lookin’ back
Doesn’t stop me from think’n ‘bout
When you threw your diamond at......me
Across the bed we had shared.
And there’s somethin’ ‘bout this rainstorm
That’s causing me so much pain.

Don’t know if I’ll return to sing
Can’t stand the thought of seein’ you
Dancin’ ‘cross the floor with him
But this steel horse remembers too.

How it felt with your arms ‘round me
Riding from town to town at night
And I know when the songs complete
I’ll be ridin’ on to sing one more night.

‘Cause the minute that I walked out
I knew there was no lookin’ back
Doesn’t seem easier without
You riding, coverin' my back.

 And there’s somethin’ ‘bout this rainstorm
It’s causin’ me so much pain
Rememberin’ all the times we shared
Both the good times and the bad
Somethin’ bout the cold wet rain
Beating down on me that hurts so bad
‘Cause there’s somethin’ ‘bout this rainstorm
Making me feel awful down

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Soul Survivors

Soul Survivors


He walks the corridors of boredom
Lonely and lost in his soul reflection
The grey that surrounds him
Absorbs and denies him life
What will it take to release him.

She looks out a hole in the window
To frightened of the outside
Will not venture past the doorway
Into the flow of detritus
That is today’s reality.

A boy walks to school by himself
Six years old entering grade one
Mama is passed out on the couch
Daddy has been gone for a year
Too young in years, too old in soul.

A teenage girl pushes her glasses up
Looks around self consciously
A lock of hair falls across her face
No one is looking and she sighs
Will today be the day he notices

So caught up in the every day
They all lose sight of the goal
Trying to turn each days ventures
Into a conquering of fears
Their souls all striving for answers.

Where does it go, who knows
Why is it so hard for some
Where do we end up and why
How can we all be so alone
When surrounded by love.


By Joe Robinsmith – October 11, 2012

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Someone's Mother

He stands on the street corner
Holding his sign in front
"Need money for food Please help"
The drivers speed by or ignore
So many times they've heard
The scams of "those" people
Not wanting to work.
Cynicism abounds.
Will this be the day he wonders
That he comes home empty-handed
Not enough to buy milk
To go with the cereal from the food bank.
His daughter's face more gaunt
A nine year old shouldn't go hungry to bed
Each day brings a few less coins
A broken heart inside both of them
The loss of a mother and wife
Drove him to drink himself into a stupor
Unable to feel or even see straight
Yet he climbed into his truck
And took the life of another
A beautiful young mother
Just like his wife
Now with no license to drive
He's lost his job
And his self respect
Next will be the loss of his daughter
A life reduced to begging on a street corner
The loss of two mothers lays on his soul.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Parkinson's



Parkinson’s

His hand trembling
Reaching out to pay.
Liver spots dancing
Coins spill from wallet
Spin on the counter.
Neck muscles straining
His brow twitches as
The young cashier picks
The correct change out.

The spit on his lips
As he tries to say
“Thank you young lady”
Gathers and drips down
Onto his sweater.
The tears start to form
Frustration building
It was so easy
When he was younger.

Young mother and kid
Waiting behind him
Huffs rather loudly.
Construction worker
Curses the old man,
“I ain’t got all day!”
Slumping dejected
He moves his scooter
The cashier calls out.

“Sir you’ve forgotten
Your milk and your eggs.
Let me carry it out,
These people can wait.
You’ve had a rough time.
Parkinson’s is hard.
They don’t understand.
But my grandmother
Fights the same battle.”

He lets out a sigh,
Then tries to smile.
She rubs his shoulder.
Young mother blushes,
Construction worker
Mumbles, “I’m sorry.”
His trembling hand waves,
“Na….na…NO prob…problem.”
I once didn’t know.

Her manager stops her
To tell her good job.
He adds a gift card
He too has been touched.
His wife diagnosed
With early onset.
Watching her struggles
Without a complaint.
Bravery each day.

By Joe Robinsmith – September 17, 2012


Written in memory of my father, Gerald Robinsmith.  A gentle man weakened but not dulled. I love you dad.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Change Within

Change Within

The winds of time call through the soul
Time for change and rebirth
Feel the heat searing away the past
New feelings and raw emotion
Trust the light, feel the greatness
There is no time like the now to reach
For the stars above reveal your love.

The sands of fate drop slowly down
The time clock of life ticking away
Stuck in this moment of defeat
We feel helpless and beaten down
Blaming the past, searching for answers
Or looking too far ahead into the future.
Not able to grasp that now is the change.

Raindrops fall towards the earth
Looking up into the sky we're blinded
Water surrounding us from birth
Yet within it we gasp for breath
Without it we will die and wither.
From within it we are born into the air
To live within the light of the sun.

We reach toward the light with words
Spoken, sung, whispered and prayerful
O Lord we ask this in your name, we seek
The answers to so many prayers we beg
When He doesn't answer some may curse
As if He knows our hearts better than ourselves
His light will guide us forward higher than before.


August 30, 2012
Joe Robinsmith

Life Isn't Fair


Life Isn’t Fair


He waited there by the phone
Waiting there all afternoon
Got up early, suit and tie
Took the bus all the way downtown
The wait for that interview
Seemed to take forevermore

And now he waits, he waits alone
Unemployed for two years now
Used up his savings, sold the house
Wife and kids left him long ago
Maybe this time he can win
Them back again, if he can start.

Life isn’t fair, it isn’t fair
He cries out alone at night
Why, why, why
Did she abandon me?
Love should be strong enough
It should support not run.

The phone rings, he can’t move
The call display shows it’s them
His hand hovers, nervously
Should he wait one more ring?
Will he seem too anxious now?
The answering machine picks up.

“We’re sorry, but you weren’t the one
We were looking for someone young
Good luck in your endeavours”
Click and it’s over . . . . . . it’s over.
The click is followed by a bang
The neighbours call 911.


August 30, 2012
Joe Robinsmith

Grays

Grays


They walk along the sidewalk
Head down, shoes shuffling
Not really looking
Not really noticed
A worn out grayness
Blending into the common
Background of life that swirls by.
Once in a while a kid notices
Or a middle aged woman
Will shy away nervously.
A mother will pull at a child’s hand
Young teens will hold their noses
Mockingly, laughing
Little knowing
How fragile is that white line
The one that they think
They can smoke or shoot
Invincibility in youth
Not seeing in the mirror of life
How frail is that rail
That keeps them on the path
Parents hounding, nagging
Ribbons of light lifting.
The grays walk by.
Haunted by their past
Their present a crack pipe
Holds them prisoner
In the gray, darkness swirling.
Waiting to suck them down
Into the depths of hell again.


August 30, 2012
Joe Robinsmith