Goodbye….

This blog was created by me back before he ever thought that he would make any money from the internet. Since the first post (which has long since been hidden), this blog represented who “George” was as a person, his many interests, and his growing career. Change – however – is inevitable. This blog has wrestled with that change over the last few years. Only recently, has it became obvious that I have outgrown it. I still love it in so many ways, I keep telling myself that I will return to it. And perhaps I will. But my creative energies have somewhat shifted. The long form, often emotional narratives are few and far between. They lived concealed in their analog siblings or possibly lay unwritten in the crevices of my imagination. I just can’t simply write them anymore. And so, with that, my artistic expression has shifted toward simpler devices – a Tumblr blog where I spend more time reacting rather than creating – or, twitter, where I capture my daily thoughts and conversations with friends and acquaintances alike.

I want to keep this site alive – which is something I have never done with blogs before. The delete key has erased from the web so many of my thoughts, writings, poetry, emotions, stories, and I couldn’t do that to this blog. It meant to much. Everything I ever did on the web lead me here, and now I want to leave it – both as a memory of who I was, and for the possibility that I will return to it. Please – if you’re so inclined – continue to follow me on the sites listed below. If not, I understand. Thank you for reading….

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George G Smith Jr
8/7/2011
George G Smith Jr
8/7/2011

Creative Writing #1

Disclaimer: The entry below is a bit of creative writing that I did tonight – 6/13/2009. It does contain some reworked writings from my past. It’s also a work of fiction and, while life is always the inspiration for my artistic endeavors, enough of the story has been altered and changed that it no longer represents even a remotely accurate account of any events in my life. Please take this as something in rough form. Thank You ~GeorgeGSmithJr

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She Felt He by George G Smith Jr

she felt he
better then the rest
and when
chiseled chest pressed to breast
paused
but brought her to the crest
and peak
as she was peaking
and speaking
words like no other
with this lover

he felt she
warmer than before
bodies moving pressed up
locked door
clothes thrown to the floor
and then
the rhythm and squeaking
ostinato in their pattern
lovely in their rest
she felt he twist tied in physical contest
that both shall win

She felt he
grow thick with resolution
to solve with solution
all the complexities that lie within
and each movement, a fire’s risen
and birthed
like flame igniting and fighting
the air to breathe

he felt she
as they grew to believe
that each moment
each thrust
each physical manifestation of love and trust
grew
to illustrate all they knew
and nothing they don’t know

she felt he
and he felt she
and together they bathed in the glow.

(c) George G Smith Jr

Fairly a Fairy Tale by George Smith

I’m fairly a fairy tale
I’m hardly a verse
I’m panic stricken caffeine chaos
That’s never rehearsed

I’m a writer without words
A poem without a tongue
I’m lovely lyrical layering
I am one

I am drugged audience clinging
To sullen scotch breathed men
And while all artists need loneliness
I’m merely writing words with a pen

I’m the refuge of the streets
With steam filled orgy eyes
I am lust filled and lividly
I am art, marginalized

I am incoherent laughter
I am unspoken abuse
There is just an unwritten letter
That act’s as my muse

I am talent wasted daily
Motionless and dry
I am dark and disconcerting
Ocean waves in July

(c) George G Smith Jr