Broken Smiles

Photographed By:
Mike Law
www.mikethelaw.com

Through the cracks of that shack you call your own habitat, 

I can hear the squeaks from the storm setting in.

Some must intake the real 

Some withhold from within 

When raindrops wash all the dry tear marks of fear from your face

Paint a smile I can actually feel

Ask not how,

But with your drive high gear,

light a cigar with all substances that never let you cheer

and 

Burn away before a horizon of hope. 

Let that sunset just seep like those cracks fill with dope 

And the longer you cope, 

Life will sing like the birds and the bees.

Let the wind boost your high

Like medicinal leaves 

For the trees provide a comforting breeze. 

It permits us to breathe

With Expressions at ease like the calm of the sea,

Before dust devils climb to a thousand degrees

And your souls make it past all the smoke and debris...

You'll look all around, 

With no future to see. 

But when that first ray of sunlight starts blinding your face 

May it leave the burning lust for hope, 

Don't let it ever be replaced by fate 

Derived by weight from thoughts of tight ropes 

Though your struggles are dark,

Soon the outcome shines bright. 

So keep those bright whites in sight even after the fights

Then dust off your boots 

And step back in the wild

Where reality's cold  

bittersweet dreams worthwhile

And the forecast not often is comfortably mild.

For only broken smiles

Can weather storms of this kind

for the next thousand miles.
so smile lonely child, smile.

=)