Shawn Adams

Shawn Adams Jun 2016

dry

Honestly it feels like i haven't written in months. Even though it has only been a couple of days.
I feel dry.
Empty.
My eyes are closed
and to each side of me
I reach my arms out.
I touch the smooth cold metal walls.

Shawn Adams Jun 2016

grace

I can't help you. You know by watching me or at least from your passive glances that I'm having quite the time keeping my own head above water.
I can listen. I can empathize.
I hope that is enough.
She must have been something special.
When everyones feet are red and eyes are starred
When she is in the ground.
When everyone is lying awake at night
       hurting.
     I can imagine
  The pain.
I can shed tears for this stranger little soul
Whose path I've crossed in this life.
Why does death bring us all closer if only for a moment?
And life
        Drags us farther every day into the grip of the unavoidable end

Shawn Adams May 2016

carving

I never felt comfortable
A stranger
Born at the wrong time
In the wrong place
An identity
Anonymous in the chaos
of my thoughts
I found a knife
And I found this rock
And then I began to cut off
All the ugly parts
that I didn't like
And there was little left
when I was done

Shawn Adams May 2016

is it still May?

Earlier
Before the sun was set
I had five minutes alone
With the universe
I remember thinking
That they could not take the air
Or the sky
They won't take anything that really matters
Except for time
But
If this is the end
All was not wasted
Just fragments
In between spaces
Those moments
Where pain is best forgotten
Anger laid to rest
No longer that sharpness
In my chest
I could easily
Rest
One day
If I'm lucky

Shawn Adams May 2016

life in the works

There will be more than one book
And perhaps five hundred tests
I fear the loanshark baby
And Ive felt the poisonous debt
6 thousand days Ive slaved
Shed too many tears
All for a wage obeyed
Poverty our modern fear
I feed the offspring well
With table scraps of upperclass
They can't even tell
Their made with broken dreams
Stories i cannot sell
Worth every moment
From time to time unspoken kind
Woven fabric of ethical mind
Unbinds
And here we find
The absence of tragic
Lies
That magic of creation
That imagination
That curious
Furious fire
That burns
That
Life in the works
"Daddy, why are you going back to school?"

Shawn Adams May 2016

flagrant

A light for my tunnel
My mind spirals down
And through this funnel
My eyes dilate
Chest reverberates
Inflation
Madness
Infatuation
No destination
No destined nation
It's all a lie
And now that i've
Opened my eyes
I'm hoping I can help a world that doesn't know that she is dying
Slow spin
Notice how the result
Is never the original
Intention
Sacred myths of fiction
Pushed into your children
No resistance
Now conditioned to ****
For nation and religion
False conviction
Freedoms fraudulent promise
New dictatorship
Support your heroes
They can do no wrong
No matter how they march
On the innocent bones
Hands up or unarmed
Poor or more or less
Perfectionless
Open air incompetence
Ignorance wrapped around the continent
Waving guns
And gods
And books
So devine
Modern times
Marching blindly into the abyss
Of nonexistence
With such a zeal
And admirable
Persistence

Shawn Adams May 2016

seeing them

A seed of distrust was planted in the soil
When I was just a boy
It wasn't their fault
They didn't know
They were lost
One a young soldier whose soul was burnt by the cruelty of humanity
Witnessed from the first row
A seat at the front line of evil
The other
A girl
A woman
A mother
A beautiful being
Two lives crisscross
Clash together
Microcosm atomic age
Rage Vietnam played
The biggest part
Ripping out your heart
I can comprehend how so much evil
Could adjust your perception
Enemies
They be there somewhere in the bushes.
That's why you always carried your guns