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Adam Mott Mar 2015
Swift talking like you'd never get hurt
Really living with a curse, ***
Could you really take another hurt
White winter long and far from family
February moves on

Go too fast and break the mold
I could not see well enough to get a long
My friend, ambivalence waved to me
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Adam Mott Mar 2015
Another day goes by
Connected, sharing the same motion
Into reversals we danced
Nonsensical music playing at every turn
Rattles and swerves writihing around me

Waking the day before
Special friends tumbling through the door
Have to keep them moving
Not a day goes by without this global motion

Like a thousand drops of sky
This energy comes
Dancing through doors
Sharing a magic trance

Take my hand
Come along on this mad dance
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Adam Mott Mar 2015
Up till now time has been much the same
The days dying light coming to an end
Stories carrying on, lonely and lost
Peoples with dreams

For this action, their is no looking back
Under Glassy Sky
The broken segments of society
A foreign phoenix breaking free
Glassy Sky, breaking me

The history of the fall
That truth changed the color of the walls
Didn't know if the drop would hurt
Sometimes one had to wonder what was beyond
Trying many times to make a new truth

Time has already stopped
No more shadows
Can't give up if this life goes on
A people strong and cutting

Glassy Sky, breaking free
A phoenix in a foreign land whispering
For 236 Arab Spring
Adam Mott Mar 2015
Do you know
What the flattering words did to me
Enunciated my flaws
Kneaded my subconscious
Abetted my fears

Do you understand
Any of what was said to me
Tundras of hurt
All coalesce under this foreign sky
I can hardly recall my own name or face
Though the same can be said for us all
The lucky few
Adam Mott Mar 2015
So cold the rain says to me
A thousand little beads
Beating down upon me
Did you hear?
The sounds of the sky coming down
Even you must have

The flowers know your secrets
Wind whispers to it's friends
Telling stories of deceit and thousand year tales
Here they come, there they go
The golden times
The golden times
Here they come, the pressure game
Look up, Athena
Sing unto many your story
Adam Mott Mar 2015
The cold burden
Large, full of light
Scaly and crawling towards me
It's eyes, fierce and dark

Tail full of spikes
Hair akin to dreams
Claws that rip and rend
Adam Mott Mar 2015
I sometimes have wondered
That story, did it carry on?
These dreams of mine
Spectating in on the many lives
Pondering what they feel inside
With all that is above
Shallow Sea

Shallow Sea
Full of dreams,
Their people, the greater periphery
And all that water
Coming down on me

Shallow Sea
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