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Adam Schwab Jul 2013
I sprawl out my back
On the deck underneath
The sky that is lit
Like a halo or wreath

Every star that appears as the time passes by
Flickers with fancy when it came to its end
And as I dream with my head towards the sky
I realize I'm nothing but a adolescent young guy

I say that I'm old
And I say that I'm smart
But look what they told
The stars far apart

"You may see them now "my grandpa would say
But you only see their yesterday

I never quite knew the words that he said
But now I know, the light is already dead

And I may be small
And I may not be smart
But I know that my life
Down here is quite sparse  

So ill shine down my love to every good soul
And good faith that I carry until I get old
But I'll never be smarter than the light that's up there
I don't wont to loose them, I just couldn't bare
Adam Schwab Jul 2013
Now
I want to write you poems
Make you smile from my jokes
Kiss on your check and down to your throat

I want to hold your hand
In the bed, in our cars
Drive around to nowhere, walk around, gaze at stars .

Ill write you songs, and then play them
Leave be the rhythm or rhyme
As we walk in the park, throwin corny one lines

Take a swing , throw a catch
Put a ball in the fork o the tree
Let it rest , let it be eternity

Where have you been, so long I have waited
you make my eyes dilated .
Ill see you tomorrow in the sixth lecture row.
But for now ill write you poems
Adam Schwab Jul 2013
A rock I picked up at the bank of the creek.
Old and round as the water I took from the ground.
I placed it back down in search of one better
A flat one I see , as light as a feather

I creaked back my arm and to the side
And closed my eyes
And let it release from my fingers to let it glide

It bounced of the water, ten ripples it made.  
Scratched my reflection away

Now somewhere out there, just beyond that log.
Theirs something I touched
Me as I stand , soaking wet in the rain
I wonder who else, in the past did the same
Adam Schwab Jul 2013
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I can't help to think when I lay down my head. Every night in the dark, closing my eyes to see my thoughts.
Of being by you, up in Marie's bed.
I thought I could teach you and help you at least.
But I'm not the teacher, your much better; like a preast.  
I knew in that moment when your head squirmed to my arm.
I could love you all night.
******, it's the alarm.
Like my dreams, you are real. Nothing fake, I can feel. I'm so lucky, like i sold my soul and made a deal.
Pick your self up and continue my dear
I can't take only 60, give me 61 years
Adam Schwab Jul 2013
Like a west wind blowin
Floating over each vein on the leaves the tree holds
Like a east drawn sun
Shooting shiny shades of sunlight fun

Her voice so smooth and low tones
Every moan, every love able grown
Light brown hair, your warm piercing stare
Your worth more than anything

I won't learn from failing now
Cause I'm not loosing you
Won't let you be takin

Your worth more than anything
Adam Schwab Mar 2013
It's hard to describe this sights that I see.
But I'll   give it my best to put them verbally
The ocean you see holds such mystery
Each grain of sand is a TIMELINED memory

Blowing through the misty wind, finding somewhere to land
Sits by my palms and sieve through my hands

Just remember the heart in the sky
Will rise in the east and set in the west.
And when it feels like my eyes will give
Ill stay up all night, no need for rest
By dawn The Lord will give me reason to live.

It can't capture murals of us in the crashing waves
Thousands of colors only paintings
Can phrase
Disregarded from the keen eyes that are there
Souls like the stagnant summer air.

As I think of what I need
The coastal crests recedes
And when I think of what I want
It's lost throughout the ocean front

Don't worry, just stay at ease
The sun will set in the west and rise in the east

So don't let your eyes begin to give
Cause someone will bring you reason to live
Life's such a mystery
Each grain of sand, a TIMELINED memory
Adam Schwab Mar 2013
A ten minute drive
To a place that I love.
Be thankful your alive and thank the good lord above .
Not many people travel deep to its place.
Get lost from society without a trace.
All you need is a pole and a little bit of faith
In hope of some fish will nibble your bait

My bobber dips and dangles my line
as the sun rays reflect off the water and shine
A strike of a bass has hit up my hope
Making it hard to contain and cope

Some fish  all day for the one to take home
But I'll wait longer for the one that is unseen
And when yours crumbles mine will be chrome
She swim through my heart with pure sanguine

For some it is hard to find what is fond
For silly young Adam, it's fish in a pond
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