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Adam Mott Jul 2014
For country and brother, child and mother
Towards a land of turmoil, your soldier does go
To watch and protect, to allow our homes to grow
Boots with steps like thunder, over and under
In their eyes there is wonder, the world blown asunder

A canvas of time spread out upon the years
Helmets all tied neatly in a row
God is with them calming their fears
The wonder becomes a light towards the end of the tunnel
Until back home they go
Quell your sovereigns with happy tears
For a man, a woman, and a soldier.
Adam Mott Jul 2014
Traversing through sacred memories
Doting nostalgia with tinted glasses
Half asleep while going to classes
Reimbursed debut shaken by Aries
Nursed you unshaken by parries
Quoting romance with the masses
Toting kinetic theory of gases
Lost in the forest while searching for berries

You'll look and ask if I have seen the dark
A knowing look and a loving gaze
I'll respond that I had, but now it's lit by your heart
When I first led my search I had no idea what I would find, no idea if I could love or be truly kind
Led me battered out of the haze
My fond memories of our moonlit park
Free form advent for the most pulchritudinous woman I know.
Adam Mott Jul 2014
The sun is out, the bay is blue
The weather beautiful with not a cloud in view
And here I am
Only able to think of you

Guitars and drums beat on in harmony
Voices rising and falling
Consistent and sharp, calling to me
The bar is empty, the highway full
The sun is out, I'm coming to

You've got a golden hand grasping me, a silver man
Up above and down below
No length I won't go
Stride on young me, stride hard and true
Drive beyond midnight to get to you
Rhyme and sing, pretend to know how
All familiar views in the rear-view mirror hold some sentimentality
Though I gladly trade all for this coming reality

Soon, when the beaches are a sparsely populated
The kids thinking of school
I'll make my way back to you for good
All worldly knowledge foretold,
With you I am excited to grow old
Free form experiment for the lovely lady.
Adam Mott Jul 2014
Double take while your crude eyes bleat
Forested lakes that end in wakes and shallows
Moribund shakes with breaths drawn out and hollow
A fist to shake behind a smile you fake
Closed and volatile it awaits the dropping of guard

Quick and fast
Striking hard
Akin to the sounds of crashing cars

With narrow glee slink away
Reptile, Shark, Ancient Evil, all come out to play
Save the best for you while toiling away
Harrow and simmer each day
At the bottom of this self dug well I can only look upwards
Upwards, as you slowly allow the lake to smother and consume
Stereotypical Arts student writing novels and what not. I wrote this particular piece as a loosely structured poetic challenge to myself. Instead of planning my characters out in the traditional sense, I have taken to writing poems that characterize each character. This particular piece, describes one of the individuals whom will be an overwhelming force in the novel.
Thank-you for viewing an experiment in progress!
Once again, the tags have little to do with the piece itself.
Adam Mott Jun 2014
Take my body, hold my sleeping soul
Brush my hair and love me slow
Crush despair down below
Lakes too choppy to let go
Hold my hand and drive real slow
Blush and swear when I don't know
You answered my prayers, this I do know

All of God's imagination created you
The pride of your family, mine too
Defining my loving fascination is you
The prayers of many, long toothed
Yet all of mine were answered by you
Gleefully never-ending, I love you
Spending the lions share of my summer in a place other than where the best parts of life reside has not been easy. Yet, at every weak moment I have had you have been there for me, Liv. You have brought me into a new age of realization and accomplishment. I always dreamt of being able to create the way I wanted for the masses and now? Now, I can not only do just that, I can also create for you. To me, there's no higher honour in my heart.

All my love,

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Seriously, you're one in infinity
Adam Mott Jun 2014
My Lovely, cool and sure
My Lovely, born mature
My Lovely, without brochures
My Lovely, still ensures
Our lovely love will endure
Lovely Liv loves to live
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