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Adam Greene Poem
Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud)
I am just baggage to the world
Cast away and forgotten
An entire life
Waiting for something
Every so often a random passerby
We exchange formal soliloquy
Just talking to ourselves
Wondering if anyone really hears
They always keep a lock on my eyes
To desperate to admit sad truths
Pretend they’re giving me sound advice
When just quoting old adages to themselves
They say
“Follow the sun,
For in the light shining upon all
You will find the way”
The same response
Every time runs through my head
“What of the clouds
Stealing the light from my eyes
They always gather around me
Darkening my life
“And what of deep night
Where I sink into despair
Alone and sinking in a world
Where no one seems to care”
They don’t seem to hear my words
Just keep ranting their securities
All the while shaking like leaves
In the harshest of autumn winds
I wonder if anyone can hear me
Or if I even hear myself
Can anyone see me?
Hidden in this cloak of clouds
I begin to feel comfortable
As my worldly self
Begins to drift away
Comfortable with no sun
To burn my skin red
Or to guide my way
I’m locked into a perpetual night
As the oppression of my clouds
Absorbs the light
Sun and moon and stars
And I’m left with nothing
But four walls
And a roof
And a little stool to sit on
I don’t notice any more random passerby
Just as they never noticed me
Just quote my old adages
Some god created just for me
“Stay in the clouds
A safe haven from the pain
I have no need
Of ever finding the way
“The world has spoken its ignorance
And has finally cast me away
I’m tired of endless clinging
And the guilt it brings my way
“If the life in this world
Revolves around an endless rhyme
The sun and moon and stars
I have better places to spend my time
“A room of nothing
No windows or air to breathe
Just a feeling of numb contentment
As my soul starts to bleed”
My conscious mind had made its final pitch
And it is off to the races
But I’m moving so slow
So slow
Copyright © Adam Greene | Year Posted 2007
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Adam Greene Poem
I can see the web of lies around me
Constructed by the spider in my heart
Just a manipulator
Playing its games with my life
I promised myself
As only a fool can
That there could be a safe haven
Calm within the eye of the storm
When it was only a trap
Set so perfectly on me
By myself
The ignorance of the world has always astounded me
Confounded me
Even as I ignored it in myself
Just felt the need
To find my own way
In a life that was never too kind
To the stranger
To me
I don’t know why it is always spinning
Think I’ve created this hell
In the image of a world left behind
Just another contradiction
Another manipulation
Another one of my lies
I made myself so cold
That I forgot to be angry
For what everyone did to me
Forgot to be forgiving
And to look the other way
Now I’m just a nothing
Forgotten to all
The opposite of what I needed
Or ever wanted
I am ready for the change
I am ready for the knowledge
Black turns to grey
My blue skin to red
As I shout and scream
A realization
A new found adage
Of how it could have been
“I never needed the light of a sun
To guide me on my way
Never needed a hope
To feel that I’m okay
I don’t need to rhyme
To impress the people
Who’ll just waste my time
I can go my own direction
To any place that I desire”
A hierophant is blooming
With no hope there is hope
And no need for a following
Just a contradiction and a knowing
Tomorrow will be
As always
Another day
The shift in the world around me
As drastic as black to white
Day to night
Reflected sunlight
As the moon makes itself known to me
And all the contradictions coming into focus
Becoming the world in which we all live
We feed on each others lies
And create our own
If only to fool ourselves
Into a state of relative bliss
Into a joke
We’re playing on ourselves
I don’t want the sun
And its insistent heat
I don’t need the clouds
Or the people that I see
Wandering around like dazed puppets
Numbed on the drugs of old
I just want to go my own way
And to question what we know
The moon in all its mystery
Its quiet grace
Greets and bids me fair tidings
Hoping that something will treat me well
A lone friend in a world
Full of followers and beggars
Fakes, frauds and any assortment of contradictions
And this moon smiles
Gives a nod of approval
It can see me
Breaking out from behind my clouds
And shining into the world
A second sun
A light guiding my own way
Copyright © Adam Greene | Year Posted 2007
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Adages Pt. 2 (darkness)
Everything is spinning
A place so dark with insolence
Ignorance
The trickiest joke for man to bear witness
Soon drawn into it himself
If not one extreme then into the other
This was a man who could have had it all
Instead
Running a race against himself
Driving out the last bit of human
Clinging so desperately
Deep inside his mind
He wonders about the turn of events
Unfolding so slowly around him
A cold creeping
A loss of feeling
He feels so blue
And all that he sees is black
It is spinning
Spinning
So slowly
Too late to turn back
There is only a glimmering now
Of what this man used to be
The smallest of splinters
Of a soul torn to pieces
And it is beginning to understand
The joke that was played on him
Copyright © Adam Greene | Year Posted 2007
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