Drops

A Poem Most Accurately Called Drops

Drops fall onto my fingertips, but the cloud is empty.
I've got a smile on my face, but my heart has been heavy.
It is generally unclear where I must go from here.

Murder, playing thanks to John Lee Hooker.
There are no words, because we don't need them.
The music tells the story, the title sets the stage.

The drops, it started with the drops of water.
And is it so that I forgot to call my father?
That can wait he will be here soon.

What a beautiful day, clear blue skies.
Wait, then what about the drops?
Why are they dropping and not stopping?

There is wind, maybe carrying from China?
Maybe Africa, I don't know the patterns.
Oh, must be China, the wind takes me to Africa not home.

I will soon be traveling to a place with no rain
a place with no fame, a place with no brain.
That's what they tell you, but it's a prejudiced view.

There will be no drops there, just dry fingers.
But what about here? Is it I have had too much beer?
No beer, just drops, coming from an empty sky.

Oh, tell me it isn't true, that with an empty sky I must cry?
It's not true, my eyes are dry, I still smile.
The drops are not tears, no salt just drops.

Have you ever tasted your tears? There is a good reason not to.
They taste bad, taste like the sea, not a bit like me.
Makes sense, seeing how we will all return there in time.

So here I sit, with mystery drops from a clear sky
dropping on my fingertips and not from my eye.
This beautiful day, next to a fountain, soul climbing a mountain.

Idiot! You are by the fountain, not the mountain.
Open your eyes and put your mind to rest
The drops splash from the fountain and not the bird's nest.


This poem was written outside the Christian Science Center in Boston, MA by Scott Stephen Smith

Warming Up Our Smiles

I’ll put on the shades and do my slow walk,

Sit down for a while and enjoy a conversation

Show you that your smile is not in isolation.

We can laugh together, and enjoy the new weather.

Move our souls off the dull couch made of leather

Let’s put on our shades and have a nice talk.

Seeing you again always brings back my grin.

The little smirk I offer up on a special occasion.

My happiness right now needs not your persuasion.

Make the world a better place with all that we do.

It happens every year, but the blooming flowers seem so new.

So let me hold your hand and join our skin.

The song builds in my mind, but I don’t know the ending

It is eternally envisioned as I move to my own beat.

Uncompromising, I will refuse to accept such a shallow defeat. 

Reaching the climax, I fear the final bridge approaches.

But there remains an underlying rhythm with more to offer.

I will be suspending the ending, keeping the status on pending.

The sun in my face has created a slight burn,

But a burn you enjoy, that you savor and lust for all winter.

Bring me back to the days I climbed trees and laughed at splinters

Remembering when I awed in wonder at explosions in the sky

Never contemplating the chance that I may one day die

I held a curiosity of what lied around each turn.

My mind is in a constant state of time travel

I look back, I look forward, I look up and to the side,

But I forget to look down, down at my feet

I realize with no shoes I have been walking on this street

So lace me up, I am ready to run, ready to feel the warmth of the sun

Upon my face, upon my smile, give me the idea that I may stay awhile.

I think I will stay awhile, and enjoy the moment for what it’s worth.

Tomorrow I will run, and continue the journey around the earth.

But, tonight I will stay, stay here with you.

So we can continue to smile, just us two.

Because you are the world, and I love to travel

Because you are the world I would love to unravel.

 

 

By Scott Stephen Smith

Finding Freedom, Want to Fly

I want to free. Myself from tyranny
I want to go, where my minds never known
I want to fly, up with the birds of the sky
And I want to smile, and just sit here for awhile

I have seen pain, I’ve walked right through the rain.
I have been down, been kicked all over this town.
I was with you, but you made me feel like a fool.
I live my life, but keep carrying that old rusted knife.

Until one day, my mother came around and say
You are my son, and you best be droppin that gun
You need look up, and poor some water in your cup
See the light, and you’ll make it through the long night

Clear as day, I suddenly found my way
I did right, by all the people I did fight
I made amends, and lord I did not pretend
Now I can smile, and sit back here for awhile.

I just did free, myself from tyranny.
I now can go, all the places my mind did not know
I always fly, among the birds way up high
And I do smile, ooo girl I can smile.


I want to go, all the places my mind don’t know
And I want to see, all the faces smiling at me.
If I can feel, a love that nothing but real
Then I will fly, up with the birds in the sky.

The way she looks, that was only the first hook
And her touch, did not prove to be too much
It’s when she’s there, and I can always tells she cares
I’ll call her mine, as long as our love can shine.

Peace and Love,

Scott