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Adrian Tullos Poem
Is what we see each day what it really looks like or is it just a self induced imagery place in our mind to stimulate a acceptable comfort in our life, or is this a dream to which we know not how or do not want to wake from cause reality is truely like living on the edge of a really sharp knife. Perception of true time seems to be like a clock that has no hands yet the value of it has a price of high demand, is the true passing of time in measurement to the mountain or Is it just simply defined as falling like a grain of sand. Mythology talks about the fountain that brings us eternal youth but to what end in a sands grain defines the ages, to what exsistsnce is humanity bound to the insanity if we travel in life protected within our self made cages.
Copyright © Adrian Tullos | Year Posted 2021
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Adrian Tullos Poem
In this life I have been high I have been low, i come across people I know I don't even know, I seen things that no one else has seen, I been PLACES no one else has been. I have seen life and I seen death doing there thing, I have stood before hood queens and hood kings, I been blessed in life so many times and so many way, I thank God for all of those days. I have been a good man to all that I have meet, but I still have not figured out who I am yet. Life is hard for some and harder for others, but when it all comes down to it were all sisters and brothers. We are all family and life is a race, respect one another in this time and this place.
Copyright © Adrian Tullos | Year Posted 2021
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Adrian Tullos Poem
My soul achs, my heart hurts, and my eyes begin filling with tears, as I have watched the space between us grow over the last two years. Don't you here my spirite as it screams out for you, for your touch, for your love, can't you see I am falling like the stars fall from above. Don't you even notice I'm dieing inside can't you here the pain in the tears that I have cried. The need to feel wanted by you is controlling me now and even if I could stop it I wouldn't know how. Not without you, without your help, without your touch, why can't you see that I love you that much. Its killing me inside with the passing of each day and your the only one that can take this pain away. Your the only one witn the power to save me, weather you like it or not I need you baby.
Copyright © Adrian Tullos | Year Posted 2021
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Adrian Tullos Poem
On a dark, cold, and lonely night I sit here as these four walls have me surrounded. I desperately hope that something, someone, somewhere finds me before the night ends, for I fear by morning I shall no longer be. I shall have been murdered, murdered by the soul crushing silence, the nothing it had been named that's the one who should be blamed.
Copyright © Adrian Tullos | Year Posted 2021
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Adrian Tullos Poem
With the passing of each second adds to another minute of being without your and that adds up to the hours we apart, the hours apart turn into days, month's and even years. Years that are lost to the past we never get back or go back to all the time wasted like trash throw in the garbage can, a love that evaporates tell nothing left remains but the emptiness we have now created that won't be uncreated no matter how hard we try.
Copyright © Adrian Tullos | Year Posted 2021
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Adrian Tullos Poem
Only when your blind can you really see the world, only when your deff can you here the words that are spoken, only in silence will you gain knowledge, only with a open mind can you understand, only with a excepting heart will you know love, and only with a fulfilled soul will you have peace.
Copyright © Adrian Tullos | Year Posted 2021
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Adrian Tullos Poem
The silence was shattered - a knock at my door,
A sound most profane I had not heard before.
It echoed and deepened, it pounded the floor,
And my soul cried for silence - the blessed old lore.
The clock whispered softly - a quarter past four,
It's ticking, a heartbeat, that haunted me more.
Each knock was a whisper, each sound was a sore,
Each echo a shadow that crept to my core.
"Begone!" I bellow, "disturb me no more! My patience grows thin - my spirit is sore, I carry the steel that speaks with a roar, so silence thy madness - and darken my door!"
The rapping then ceased, and calm filled the air,
I tread through the hall with a ghost - ridden stare.
My heart, though it stilled, felt heavy with care - for no one was waiting, and no one was there.
Yet faint in the hush of the midnight's dark shore,
Came softly - so softly - the knocking once more
Copyright © Adrian Tullos | Year Posted 2025
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Adrian Tullos Poem
Nothing is something that is a mass so great it fills up every room it fills up every place, it takes up every bit of empty space everywhere. I get so much nothing all the time, I get paid nothing for my work i got nothing on my mind. I get nothing from my family and nothing from my friends, good god when is this nothing ever going to end, I wonder when the days of my something is going to begin.
Copyright © Adrian Tullos | Year Posted 2021
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Adrian Tullos Poem
Love is the most powerful and uplifting strength I have ever seen, it is always filled with pure goodness and never ever mean. Beauty of life in a moment that takes your breath away, like a sun set or sun rise that is right here in front of us every day. The very first time you look into your new born babys eyes, or the first time you heart drops when someone you love crys. In all that is created in this life sourounds us with such love, I thank God for the stars that shine in the heavens above. Angels watch over us ever minutes in every way, there is nothing More uplifting that I have to say.
Copyright © Adrian Tullos | Year Posted 2024
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What am I if not a threshold for pains receiving, let my purpose be known and thine victorys be sweet, for now is not the hour for decite, nor retreat, mine is such that I must endure, have I wronged thee in such a way that my day to day taste so bitter, or do I protest to much to the ability laid before me, unjust I feel is been my judgment with out conviction, is that what keeps me bound to this forboad place, why oh why heath thoe forsaken me in this way, will the dawning of the new horizon bring me more of the rain, I know not the name of our creator but I feel him in the same, inside and in mind, my soul parishis burned in the flames of recognition, or do I protest to much, here me so that I may trigger a response, because I know my purpose but not my end, the better end of agony will be my paradise, my well earned resolve, so I ask thee one more time, why have thoe forsaken such a unparishable hand to which you control, and bring thee about a loss of this undamed soul.
Copyright © Adrian Tullos | Year Posted 2025
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