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distant television noise
echoes down the hallway
distorted
fragile
softly penetrating like warm rain
covering the senses thick with trepidation

she sips the cold water
with dry lips
her hand brushing her hair back constantly
like a nervous tick
you can taste the miles traveled in her eyes
her ragged breathing comes close to me
nestles in my ear
and makes my thoughts twist

i lean into the hard plaster wall
the chipped paint ***** with fingerprints
my heart hanging on the nail deeply driven into it
cluster of imperfections surrounding
distorted by the lamp light
appear man made
but are really the implications of madness
teasing the mind with disturbing thoughts
 Nov 2015 Adam Childs
wordvango
once in a while; think....
the Creator said- create the night black.
We are gonna be sad, hafta ; God made
the sky blue- then stood,
thought.... out in wherever all this
came from.... were there someone to see all of this
they would surely be jealous.
So he made Yellow Buttercups to hold all that envy in.
He saw and loved how perfect all of his was.
Made someone to see, we call him Adam.
HE , the Creator, God    Amen-ed.

Then, remembered, how he was not lonely, for no God
could possibly be.
But, looked at poor Adam, with all the world to his self,
that weak as he is, he
might need a companion. And something more than
HE the creator to love, to worship.
Yet, might HE have thought of competition?
This, perfect companion, may it make harder
for poor Adam to worship, HIM?

In that instant all was answered , for HE has no doubt
he is the Creator, GOD!
As soon as that, one rib became Eve.  
She came out perfectly , of course.
So much a perfect creation, God makes none other, yet,
in some sense more beautiful than Adam, not
to compare with nor lust for, but that is given , God, HE knew,
Red was for the rose, for blood, for Eve for
Adam in time to discover another color , another verb
to describe God's Creation.

HE then rested. Adam did not.
--::--

the ocean pulls up
the covers on the cold white
shoulders of the dunes



soulsurvivor
(C) 11/17/2015
 Nov 2015 Adam Childs
wordvango
of the day here a slight moment of clarity
the sun kisses perfection
visions are clear one moment
fleeting across landscapes
fields of flowered colors
Mountaintops stark **** brave on the horizon
moments brief breaths
caught wholly unawares or shall we miss it
coming over the hot summers brazen winds
when trying
try to catch like yesterday
flees
on a wisp of
a wing
Treasure every breath you make
It could be the last you take
Treasure the lake, sail the sea
Little beauty left in the world to see
Treasure even the stranger by the boulevard
You just can't tell the much that person's endured
Treasure the road even if you doubt where it leads
For the beautiful scar,a wound bleeds
Treasure the clear sky and the clouds when they come
It's not everyday we go through storms and find calm
Treasure the dusk as darkness creeps in at nightfall
As you treasure the Sunrise treasure the fall
Treasure the trees even after they've lost their leaves
Treasure kindness like everyone gives
Treasure humanity like all other species don't matter
Treasure every person and treasure the latter
Treasure the world as family probably we might find peace
Treasure all the time you spend like the cash you borrow
Treasure yourself like you cherish that first kiss
Treasure Today like there's never gonna be a tomorrow
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