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Adolph Hamilton Jan 2018
Tomorrow is a new day
These clouds will not keep your sun away

Lay your head down in peace this night
And all you fears,shall be gone by light

Be kind to all ,hold not a Grudge .put others first and never judge

You add the next verse my job is done ,I leave it to you
Now. while I wait on the sun
Thoughts on the new year
Adolph Hamilton Sep 2017
Tomorrow is a new day
These clouds will not keep your sun away

Lay your head down in peace this night
And all you fears,shall be gone by light

Be kind to all ,hold not a Grudge .put others first and never judge

You add the next verse my job is done ,I leave it to you
Now. while I wait on the sun
Adolph Hamilton Aug 2018
Being the hopeless romatic in the face of reality , Is the loneliest place to be
Adolph Hamilton Jul 2018
She was a force of nature, her hair flowing in the wind

Her heart beating with each incoming wave.

The moon was but a slave to her desire.

Into her passion I walked willing to be consumed by the fire.

A beauty who knew no equal, As such she would remain untamed,and unclaimed
  
Forever, alone
surround only by the hearts she stole
Adolph Hamilton Jul 2018
The ink of a poets pen is filled from the well of heartache
Adolph Hamilton Jun 2018
Walk my beach in peace

Step into my ocean and dissolve

Sink into the warmth of my soul

Leave not a scar on my heart
Adolph Hamilton Aug 2015
I am building a wall
A thick, stone wall,
I am a man,a mason
Surrounded by walls.

I built them myself,
I was sure they would help,
Those amazing walls.
Sleepless nights I toiled only to awakened my soul soiled.


From the outside it looks grey,dark and dain
Thick colorless stones of pain,
Of no interest, of desolation,
I alone in isolation.
An island ? a paradise?
A prison I say, but the devil you know is a much safer way

But inside, where no one sees
I work tirelessly painting these halls
And those very walls that keep people away,they are lined with the art I create everyday.

The walls are decorated with my paintings of life
The floors made of poems of love and strife.
And from the ceilings hang the lights,the very lights that did once shine so bright


And yet, no one...
No one to share the beauty,
The richness of my inner walls,
The walls I made.....

Bound by my fears ,free to shake the shackles of my self imposed imprisonment.
Yet I carry on in quite desperation. Behind these walls
Adolph Hamilton Jun 2018
I spend my time wandering with those who are lost.
For they are always searching for thier dream **** the cost.
A seeker I would rather be ,then a finder of  a life of mediocrity.
To those ive met on the same path
Adolph Hamilton Mar 2017
The delicate daffodils pushing up the sand, as the buds on the trees pry loose winter's hand

The air seems much lighter the days a bit  brighter

Everyone has a spring in their step a smile on their face, as the warm air pushes in the cold to replace

But the happy faces and joy of the season leave me depressed ,now without you there is no reason

No thoughts of the summer and the days on the beach ,all now a memory so far out of reach.
Adolph Hamilton Jun 2018
You know what I let you it may not be me.or maybe it is we shall see.

I live in the shadow to scared to be free. I hide in my words my verse and my rhyme.

A lover a dreamer a poet all true ,but tomorrow may bring something totally new .

For those few who I really let in, your everthing to me from the time we begin.
Adolph Hamilton Aug 2015
We are all free sprits all destin to roam And so, From our homes we leave again ,summoned by the heat and wind

In Sweat soaked shirts ,and with battle worn tools
Mother nature suffers no fools

Dusty boots that have been through hell. Chasing the embers as they fell.

Choking ash and thick grey smoke,getting the line in is our only hope


Single file we make our way ,through the day and into the night we are kindred sprits in this  fight.

Some from near, some from far some are young , and some are old but in their hearts they are all green and gold.

If we pass on the line, a brief nod will be just fine , you are all my  brothers and sisters, we are all of like mind.


With this i leave you there isn't much time don't morn for me because iam fine .iam  the cool spring rain, the warm summer sunshine, just nod as you feel me bump up the line . my job is done here, it ended too quick, carry on my friend I got your six.    

Bill Hamilton
Ode to all who kept me safe ,and a special encounter in moon meadow oregon.
YOU
Adolph Hamilton Aug 2018
YOU
She walks in the verse
I struggle to write

She is my moon on a starlit night

The cool summer breeze on a warm dark beach

Caressing my face yet so far out of reach.
Adolph Hamilton Jun 2018
Critique a poet if you must I simply dont understand the fuss.
One less period one more  comma, It means little to the human drama.
My words are my brush I paint what I see but most of all I write for me.
So if your easily offend by the rules of grammer I've broken. Pick up the hobbit by J.R.R.Tolkien.
My writing it seems is not for you we keep it real here it's just what we do.
I never judge nor do I critique I simply read what you write as though I'am listening to you speak.
For the grammar nazis , my words carry no less weight then yours.its a fragile reality.
Adolph Hamilton Aug 2018
Time has past this much is true

But the words I write are still all about you

Your no longer here
But its still for you because of you , about you.

So perhaps I'll always have you in this special way. Mine forever. Though you did not stay.

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