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 Nov 2016 Adam Childs
Poetic T
If you were a dewdrop I would never
let you fall alone.

If you were a sunbeam I would capture
so the sun would never go down.

If you were mine I would be in euphoria
that our souls entwined to become one.
Quick one before work for my other half
 Nov 2016 Adam Childs
Poetic T
A thought was but a word that once it started to
reverberate from tongue to mind became a syllable.
Etching but a mention on breath but not yet ready to
be exhaled.

Then a web of formation gathered and dew drops of
meaning accumulated before sliding from throat to
tongue. Words were expressed and I said,
                                        *"I LOVE YOU,
 Nov 2016 Adam Childs
wordvango
2018
 Nov 2016 Adam Childs
wordvango
two years from now I just feel will be the one
the year when I find peace and the world stops revolving
around me
I will become fully mature and total
I will finally grow up
I will be
with no wants or needs  
no storms or seeds to sow
no fight left no war
no scars and issues
just tissue
just flesh and blood
just sinew
and then may I become
and then melt into
and then be one with all
or feel hurt without getting angry
or be honorable without needing praise
or be charitable just because
I am new
and I am calm
and I am better
and I have grown
it is 2018 when this all might become
or rather 2017
December 31
my resolution
... .
....  .. .. ...
.. ...the craters.. ...
... ... ..of  the  moon.... ....
. ...they are   both high.. ..
... ..and                       steep... ..
....they                                 are.. .
... .both                              low and.. ...
..fearsome                               they are..
...craggy                           and deep..... ..
... .people look    at them in awe....
...lovers cry and spoon...
.. ... . nothing's quite as lovely. .....
... ..as the        craters... ..
... ...  .of the moon.... ...
.... .. ..○○ ○•°°○....  ...
....  ... ...


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/15/2016
A nod to our Super-moon tonight
 Nov 2016 Adam Childs
Poetic T
I thought he liked me, saying all the
right words into my ears. how was I
to know this was but a rehearsal what
he had acted out so many times.

"You know your my first,
"Your special to me, your the star shining on my life.

I feel for every serpents lie that slithered
from his mouth on to my lips as we kissed.
He was like soft velvet on my soul, he knew
where to hold me, I quivered under each caress.

I was hypnotized by those words that i thought
were only captured in the pools of my eyes.
Later to find out that so many had drowned in
depression from those stones he thrown so many times.

I released my innocence, my virtue to the weavings
of spoken gestures of moonlit drives. Now I stare in to
the night sky, only seeing the darkness.  He quenched
the light when that night was over they were extinguished.

The night was amazing in my mind so gentle, i was
scared of what would be after. Be he reassured me I
was the only one. I admit gullibility that he wove in
to my mind heart and soul, it was over and I was woman.

I could still smell him on my sheets, and I slept content.
Or so i thought, where I had released myself to him when
I walked the halls of college I was an apparition of no
solid worth. I spoke to him, smiles and all.

He ignored me, I asked why? "You were weak, last week,
I learnt he always tried to fulfil this gesture on a Sunday.
In tears as all around either giggled in disrespect,
others were just opened mouth and whispers spread.

I had a few of his trophies, he called us that.
They came up to me bruises barley visible but were seen.
Each a weekend of serpents words, tears were each
wiped on soft tissues as his misdeeds bleed.

But one who was of lower as esteem as most of us,
born of an affliction that she had since birth.
She was the strongest of us all, and she wove a
tale of a conquest that was his inevitable last.

She was woven into his lies, but he never listened to
her truths, moments became blurred and what was
kept for a reason of thought and of others safety
was given away on serpents lingering breath.

But once she had faded from his thought after
just one night, she had spoken to him in word
and he didn't listen to her warning of word.

Others had heard her mentioning of what he
had thought was his score, but friends of others
has spelled out what he had done, and he cried.

Karma has a way of weaving its ways to help
those of its need. He had tainted the wrong
girl no fault of his silken woven words....

He now is sullen and looked upon with frown,
for he stamped so many with his words.
But now all others see is the words of ***.....
I do not have much time but I just want to say that I love each of you all in Christ bye.
the ears
which savored
Bach and Mozart
Beethoven and Brahms
Handel and Hayden
operatic voices
as angels
lifting up to the
very thone of
God
Wagner
Puccini
Verde
Roccini
and
Bizet
.
.
.

deafening
cr­ashes
of kamikaze
coming down
on ships
all around him
.
.
.

the boom
of his cannons
as they shot
them
.
.
.
down

now dead
hearing only
a shushing sound

the inside of a shell


the eyes
which beheld
The Great Books
loved the work of
Mark Twain
and
read
voraciously

loved art

and saw
The Bomb
being
dropped
on
Enewetak
Atol
.
.
.

now becoming
dull with
diffused
light
.
.
.


body
wizened
and
shaped
like
a

?­

I am
watching
as a brilliant
beautiful
man

SLOWLY

DIES*

pieces
of
me
fall
in­to
the
grave

as

well

.
.
.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 10/11/2016
I love my mom & dad.
I'm going to bed now but I'll be reading
tomorrow morning God willing.

I REALLY DO LOVE YOU.

♡ Cathy
 Nov 2016 Adam Childs
Mike Essig
The ones I loved,
who made me what I am,
dead or dying.

Jim Harrison,
Leonard Cohen,
the other Saints
of word and song.

Death spreads like ink
from an octopus.

Not so long now.

I'm running short
of things to be.

With each passing,
my broken heart
breaks again.
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