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Matthew Adams Poem
One mistake too many,
the last domino to fall.
Second chances jar empty,
no more problems to solve.
A riverbed of thoughts,
streams of humming making the sound.
Our memories created the current,
having the time again to dance around.
Day is young and bright,
a jump on it before forming the dew.
Time for a fresh start,
beginnings to begin, best intentions anew.
A heart with some miles on it,
all its character earned.
A deep well of life and living,
the pump fueled of hope... of lessons learned.
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Life is trailblazing the sail across the horizon.
N'er knowing the day nor what it will be comprisin'.
The pendulum of motion, soul's compass providing the way.
A theater of kaleidoscope projections, their masterpiece array.
The calmness in the hush of a stream's lullabye from jaggedness it raise.
Heaven's murial, the Meadowlark's song trumpeting its praise.
The mirage of distant silhouettes, a forever echoing of the skies.
Hypnotized by the breath of the stars, their power to mesmerize.
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Matthew Adams Poem
I create the words… an orchestry of thought as written down.
A reader’s paradise… dancing to the words without a sound.
To be a poet… words are my family, their voices my home.
The creations… a divine purpose, penned from poem.
The words like out of control boulders… a reader can’t get out of the way.
Miners of invoked emotions.. until the payoff they stay.
Words are comfort… a blank canvas of beauty… for all to see.
An architect’s landscape of imagination… and all… the dreams that be.
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Matthew Adams Poem
Demons in my life... Afraid...
Are there demons in my heart.
God's love in my eyes... Afraid...
Tis too late, blown apart.
Running the race backwards
I can't catch my breath.
To reach the starting line
will begin my death.
I see my supporters
smiles on their face.
No idea...
I've already started the race.
It's too late,
deals of past that were made.
Forsaken in present,
deals... now... time to be paid.
Starting line,
All I dreamt to be.
Starting line...
No saving grace, the end of me.
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Matthew Adams Poem
Every night I dance with the memories
and all the pain.
When I wake in the morning
I'm never the same.
All day I go through
with a constant ache.
Questioning the day's resolve
and will I make.
And then like a butterfly
my spirits lift.
No more rowing through life's current
now I just drift.
Falling asleep to the music
of all songs I chose.
Each tune playing a memory
as my eyes close.
The melody of hope
to fill the heart.
Last night of the wrestling
the dance to part.
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Matthew Adams Poem
Like an hour glass, I watch people around me grow and grow.
The sand is running down. Day by day, year by year.
I was raised without the possibility of death.
I'm orphaned from the life so beautiful, the scenery so new and unexplored.
I see in the mirror of what was so young, alive and innocent.
I feel as though I'm to be forgotten like a daily routine.
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Matthew Adams Poem
It's something that's always there.
Can't shake it off, follows you... everywhere.
Something doesn't go right... down and out.
In the end... Hope... things will turn about.
Hope is the soul's beacon on a dark night.
The keep striking... until the spark starts the light.
Hope is dreaming the dream... never wanting to wake.
Hope is blowing out the candles, on the cake.
Hope is about getting back up... to try again (and again).
Hope will always be there... through thick and thin.
Hope is like time... clock-work and always marching on.
It's a surprise... to make an appearance right before dawn.
Can't be measured by no tool or chart.
Achieved... skip the beat of a heart.
Hope is the shadow, even on a cloud day.
An unspoken promise.... never... to be taken away.
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Matthew Adams Poem
Waves on waves, there you were... I never did know.
Tempers to flare, tempers to glow.
All that time... not ever a tear.
Empty inside... for over 10 year.
No self-worth... all alone the thought.
At my side you were... and with HOPE you fought.
Parts of me left... parts of me died.
Never once, realized... did you leave my side.
Survived. And now life to live.
Thankful-grateful... for all that you give.
It's You and Your love that shines SO bright.
I pray (with might)... your saving grace each and every night.
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