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Adam Bartz Poem
Our sun is weak
In efforts to fill up our sky today
It’s bleak, a softness of gray marches in
Blanketing our forecast
Mild autumn, cool breeze
Peaceful, rolling low
Dead leaves sweeping around
New pavement cracking ground
An acoustic dance they tap
Out comes a rustling beat
Chasing one another gracefully
Down our city streets
Boisterous hoards of vehicles
Slither and hiss
Creeping their way through
Our city grid
Every so often
Muscular trumpet engines, become outdone
Let’s revert to a momentary handsome jungle scene
Watch and listen with care
As we relish an obtuse family of king elephant’s, trembling
Warring a melancholy parade
Through mothers natural bad lands
Hammering earths ground
With their massive bone crunching feet
Wake up; shake off your visionary nod
Back to the sounds, back to the sights
Back to our tender autumn city nights
A Bass filled honorable horn
Explodes and stretches
Out from an engine train
Vividly flexible slithering through our city
Bouncing off buildings, rolling down alleys
Sliding down rooftops, through slivered windows
Into our homes
As I sit back and observe
This miraculous painting
Of a finely stroked autumn day
I fall in love with the sights and sounds
Which bark and cruise upon her canvas spread
Graceful or not
Beautiful and ugly
Spills or mishaps
O thou spices of our lives
Beauty has been splashed
Upon this land, mighty grand
Even to a family of three or four
So small a note
To the makeup of her….masterpiece composer
Are we grateful? Are we selfish full of lingering lust?
A low storm hungry,
Rolling over grand mountains
Nearly black, pushing east
A shimmering assault of rain shall be released
Once her sky opens up
Like soldiers Para jumping
From a gang of war planes
I render it’s still a bit to warm
For a christening of our seasons first snow
I guess…… you never know
The wildness that can bleed out of our autumn city streets
As we plant future angelic seeds
Copyright © Adam Bartz | Year Posted 2011
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Adam Bartz Poem
Waltz with me my dear
Under a majestic silver moon, gleaming
Listen... stars chimming
Like erotic summer humming birds, singing
Your delicate breath tender upon my kneck
Gives me an overfllow of chills
Your spell is gilded and high in beauty
Hold me and I will hold you
Our new found galaxy is vibrant
Intoxicating, an elaborate silence
Of comfort tickles us down the river bend of love
Amongst a unknown hour of night fall
We cherrish each crush of love with a kiss, moist lips
Another true romance
We hold in our palms
Can you hear our hearts beat in sequence
Can you feel your pulse rise
While we dream of some immaculate lover
Growing deep inside
Our forest dense and curious to find the truth
The myth of love and life
Is there such a dream strong enough
To hold eachother by?
Copyright © Adam Bartz | Year Posted 2010
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Adam Bartz Poem
FRANTIC, RUN
DOWN THE HALLS OF LIFE
LISTEN TO THE WALLS SPEAK
TESTIMONY RELAPSES
OUT FROM THE PAINTINGS
CANDLES VAGUELY LIGHT OUR VISION
I WISH I HAD A HAND TO HOLD
FEAR RUSHES IN WITH THE SCREAM
OF GHOST ATTEMPTING TO TACKLE
OUR FRANTIC RUNNING
RUN, RUN GET THROUGH THIS HELL
MOTHER TORTURE
ERASE THIS DREAM I HAVE FALLEN INTO
PLEASE !!!!!
Copyright © Adam Bartz | Year Posted 2010
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In early showers of spring
Fields ripen as willows throw a gentle ring
Snakes witness to ravens beaming stealth
Hearty gossip thrills are wilderness with wealth
We play in small remote ponds of mud
Dance and run into the sun
Can you feel its blushing sting
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Am I alone?
On da streets shivering cold
My thoughts and hopes growing old
I have nothing else that can be sold
Am I alone?
In depressing times
I drink from satans fragrant wine
Sleeping alone a personal crime
Walking, dreaming,
Copulate a grand plan for escape
Out of this tunnel
Burried deep
Under the sands of frosted earth
I want the scent of flowers
Laced over me
I am alone
On da streets shivering old
My thoughts and hopes growing cold
I have nothing else that can be told
I am alone
In depressing mind
I drink from satans fragrant crime
Sleeping alone a personal time
Walking, dreaming,
Copulate a grand plan for escape
Out of this tunnel
Burried deep
Under the sands of frosted earth
I want the scent of flowers
Laced over me
In my garden I rest and create my death bed
Paint my life crimson red
The end......
Copyright © Adam Bartz | Year Posted 2010
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My core being is tired
Drained, exhausted
Where can I rest?
Recharge, sleep
Inject my vitamin
Warmth, revitalized
A burst of soulful sun
Inside, passion
A sense of well being?
Is there any truth to that?
Mother will I be ok?
In my darkness I try not to rot
Maybe a new friend
Affection, sweetness
Can I hold you?
A movie, a ride
Flowers yes not yet roses
Sorry tulips first
A kiss
Gentle dance
Under a quilt
A smile
Explore, search for oblivion
Alone early sunday morning
Let's move
Leave Colorado
How about Vegas?
Big dreams, grand hopes
Girls dance on tightropes
I want
I want to drive
Rent a small place
Black curtains
A television, radio, typewriter
Write a novel together
Soak our brains
In a creative frontier
Rich dynamic climax
With out a plot!
Copyright © Adam Bartz | Year Posted 2010
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