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 Jun 2015 Adam Childs
Day Wing
Poems
 Jun 2015 Adam Childs
Day Wing
Written not only by the ink of pens, but also by the soul of  hearts
This is better than that
Abhor change, as always
Why not this?
It has been like this
Change seems a tough choice
Why make choices, yourself?
When choices are ****** on us
Let’s not talk
Lest someone objects
Maintain silence
Easier way to live
Why right the wrongs?
When we can’t spot the differences
Go with the flow
Join the bandwagon
Let’s maintain the status quo
We choose
What others have chosen for us
We do not differ
For we my stand out from the crowd
See, it’s a status quo
You fail to visualize
\(=!=)//


I'm nearly in the
place where
sleep
seeps
in
like
a

half

remembered

D

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E

a
m

*

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z
z
z

No sleep last night
But I have a great big
smile on my face

THANK YOU ALL
MY POETFRIENDS

Special thanks to
Justin G
in this cube
of angular anger
there's a town
made of clouds.
sour wind
sounds like bed sheets,
& indigo solar radiation.
don't explain:
our eyes are the same,
but the depressants seem to be
gooeyer in
your world.
find a way
to create a rubber
convenience store.
(to buy squishy cigarettes)
build glass palaces
so the world can
see you strip down.
your world.

and you'd like that.
(in the future)
 Jun 2015 Adam Childs
Poetic T
In awe you gazed upon the blue ocean of sky,
And black spots like tears feel down.
Looking as they fell closer. impending needles
Upon the waiting flesh of unsuspecting
Mortals,
Vessels,
Victims
Unknowing of their own arrived fate,
As slender tears discarded from high
Above found flesh, and the quill did
Burrow as was consumed
A shadow remained of what had stained
On soft tissue,
Then the noise beckoned forth from those
Lacerated by feathers fallen like wailing
Tears from clear blue.
Squalls were heard as from impact, like black
Petals flowering from the seed,
Feathers,
Obsidian,
Shimmered
In the birth of darkness's creation
Talons where nails now clawing
Human remains away,
In insanities confusion of thoughts now
Between two worlds.
Clawed at those of human design,
Onyx greeted crimson and screams greeted suffering,
As all now tainted
On the flowering of slated feather
Birthed once again and the flock
Rejected,
Sight,
Humanities
Tainted plight, as all feather dressed in proper
Order did fly into the blue sky.

"Mummy,

"Yes dear, what is it,

As she pointed in to the vast blueness above their heads,

"I don't know baby,

"They look like black tears mummy,
*"Like tears from heaven,
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