Late October, Maya Angelou

Carefully
the leaves of autumn
sprinkle down the tinny
sound of little dyings
and skies sated
of ruddy sunsets
of roseate dawns
roil ceaselessly in
cobweb greys and turn
to black
for comfort

Only lovers
see the fall
a signal end to endings
a gruffish gesture alerting
those who will not be alarmed
that we begin to stop
in order simply
to begin
again.

One Of Those Nights...

Tonight..

I struggle to think in uniform. 

Pieces blend together, at times with ease. 

Taunting memories bring both fear and please. 

To sit and listen, to the calm of the night

Allows one to deconstruct a mind without fight. 

Yet I still struggle, to think in uniform. 

Tonight.. 

- Nikolas Smith 

Self-Reflection

Blinded as I be, enlightenment was all I seek.

Through hazy skies and waters deep,

From dusk to dawn, emotions bleak.

She sways my heart, restarts its beat,

Stirs a soul which moves my feet.

I try and try to hush its pace,

But once it starts, it ends a race.

A loser whom has lost his prize,

A part of me has surely died.

Though yet and still they may critique,

But enlightenment was all I seek. 

- N. Smith 

Older Poetry Entries

For What It's Worth

As time does pass she drowns in shadows,


I wish to help, yet wade in waters shallow.


The chains that confine covered in rust,


A love so unrivalled opposed to lust.


The day will come when she witnesses light,


And I will be there to emphasize the bright.


So here I wait and pray, through thick and thin,


For the day us lovers do meet again.


Steady heart which beats so slow, 


How I beg, please don't plateau.


Yet, as time does pass, she drowns in shadows. 





- N. Smith 

The Law of the Jungle

Rudyard Kipling 

The Law of the Jungle 

(From The Jungle Book)

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky;

And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;

And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep.

The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,

Remember the Wolf is a Hunter -- go forth and get food of thine own.

Keep peace withe Lords of the Jungle -- the Tiger, the Panther, and Bear.

And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair.

When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,

Lie down till the leaders have spoken -- it may be fair words shall prevail.

When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,

Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,

Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,

The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.

If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,

Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop, and your brothers go empty away.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;

But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!

If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;

Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.

The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies;

And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.

The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will;

But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill.

Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim

Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.

Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim

One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.

Cave-Right is the right of the Father -- to hunt by himself for his own:

He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.

Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,

In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of your Head Wolf is Law.

Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they;

But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is -- Obey!