Josh Smith Bio: J. E. Smith, the Western New York poetry scene's self-proclaimed savior, has a lot on his mind. A former fifteen-time featured poet, Smith stalks the literary landscape with the intent of "saving" his colleagues. Once a sycophantic reveller known as "The Rated-R Rockstar", he is now a gravely serious man whose poetry much better resembles a sermon. Only God knows the fate of this man, but if you believe J. E. Smith, your messiah walks among you... Poems: Ravenclaw Shadows never feel guilty Echos know no remorse Sorrow is never far from moonlight's end And caution, is just another word, for something left to lose Here I am, in the dark, lording over all The deck I stack, the balls I rack The dominoes, they tick tick, tick tick, fall You'll play my game in gallows dreary I'll watch you toil in endless night I'll weaponize sound, and scratch out your eyes A raven's claw removes your sight A raven's claw will take your life A raven's claw will tear though night Ephemeral Once upon a midnight dreary, I walked around inside my head I danced with demons in denial In thoughts of silence that could wake the dead The price I've paid for moral debt Could surely wave me towards regret I call to all my Monster's Ball A date you'll certainly not forget I'm better than this...a barren page I'm better than you...upon this stage You'll want not, you'll take not, you'll shout no more When I stand before you, when I open this door The bloodied, the battered, the crucified is he Alive in flesh, but dead to dreams... |
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