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Craig Adams Poem
A warm summers night The moon and stars are endless yet in sight the solitude I have. The comfort of another I desire. A bottle of fine wine. A smoke if I choose no problems ahead so was thought. Closed off in the comforts of wine time and peacful sights laid back to rest. A steam rose off the waters of a nearby lake as I gazed in the mist I fell into darkness of my mind. A consious spirit of thoughts follows me in the sleep so comforting a rest was there but a steam to see as my dream broke loose in the steam another came forth a shock to my senses a comfort of a voice so calm a steady warm shiver runs away from my heart that spark of sound from my dream stirred my heart yet end there it did not just the same I stood up still and silent yet wanting to speak but thought not too yet the bodies of most seems so moist yet not as wet with water just the steam like as hot and cold collide as they near a moist steam sorrounds us as we draw near to a close touch it's build so strong yet a delicate covers of steam to it we belong a touch a peaceful rush but to our surprise neither did blush in each others eyes comfort we felt a steam all about also so felt warming and cool at one instance with no one visible to see us closed off by steam in closeness sorrounds. The souls of one own is all that abounds lost in silence no more our words to each other whispers and such travel along like the rising stream on the waters so still of our heart and minds passion entwined yet billions among us in this world we know but for a time it's us that here that's all we know we move ahead no show to see just two alone amongest the trees. The leaves a cover the leaves a bed. A comfort I have until I raise my head. I only remember this dream so real because a dream never felt so real so right so I sit alone a wait each night for two to be again love lost by a dream one night. It must happen twice to be so would say it again to happen my dream to be real someday will be thankful will be us two together at last of steam of past a future to last lost in steam forever will be a connection like this how else can be.
Copyright © Craig Adams | Year Posted 2011
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Craig Adams Poem
the stars and stripes the field of blue
gays and rights are kept to use
in military and the government
this is better than drugs used
to say why a government likes the gays
the bloods are tainted just as the flags
so if on the battlefield why not use
pink for body bags this aids infected
thinking of this type a gross negligence
of thought is your presidents bought
strange to perfer a disease to spread
than the honors of men who bled
for lives to shed on a transfer of blood
seems like a bunch of crud
this mental government on a self destruct
spit on us the drug using bunch
for this choice to keep in america weep
the fields of honor shamed by this
you want such bleed your gays out
turn it to powder cost it to rains
and watch its shows pink its power
to aids infect the world at least
then all hope is not at loss
the fixer!!!
Copyright © Craig Adams | Year Posted 2012
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Craig Adams Poem
the lovely leaves of spring call to you so sing
the wave of summer heat puts you under me
the fall of leaves and seeds brings about new trees
the winter of bliss or blizzard still sends you out for a chill
you bring me together just like the weather soft of touch
yet light as a feather now a breeze will blow as well
cause a light to grow a fire still to see
if you match my nature if being burned by a sun
the right flight to see it undone a float and trick
your own be done the glasses we drop for your eyes to pop
the sunlight travels thru nature to left as such it
can burn right too if and when you light a match
this is fire too a hunters scope can work this out
a field of magnifiying pods set at levels of height
can burn down so much yet blow these up too
but will it be a buckle or shoe no this aint no hot
cinderlla story ture but what happens as fire turns
to blue a search for water the block to shock
a electrical fire burns as well travels blue even
thru lakes the storms and fires both roam
were be the safety the be when water is no escape
the reality to learn one way or another you also
may burn cause as fast as you are its faster still
when fire of rocks known as lava still you self
and be quick or the next match be you my stick
to all the world how do you feel of hotstuff still
go fast as a light the fight is won now the power
of the sun yours be undone or well ? hell
Copyright © Craig Adams | Year Posted 2011
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for some life is a journey
fate to be due is it others for
you hear of both in everyday life
persons same the from it hear you but
now some of course do go with
journey or fate both or one only
could both be right and
persons that on depends just it
i mean after all it is said
ways mysterious in works GODS be
so like any puzzle you see
same the ways his and GOD unto look
it could bring you closer to him
mystery that solve can you it
as in some cases it is not just one type
cause this is that thing one must see
but many things it is found to be
boring gets life with as so
simply add a little spice
improved is taste to learn
understanding GODS ways with self
the learning of you benefits may
mysteries of the universe itself!be found
to be of life is fun so clown around
to laugh some say shows of intellect low
but what i have found you must know
how wrong this is to say a magic of life
imagination leads the way!
Copyright © Craig Adams | Year Posted 2008
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