To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love Maybe we are supposed to learn to appreciate our ancestors God’s were those we worshipped as those reincarnated thereby eternal And it was the morals they lived by that determined that Our God is god of gods and all true worship is the same In … Continue reading Myth By James Adamson
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Strength By James Adamson
Strength exists on a color wheel always the exact opposite is exactly the same elephants to ants and sentiment to bluntness water and air to immovable objects looking out a window all alone and being in a crowd we learn the value of our good times and in what way ___they exist through the bad … Continue reading Strength By James Adamson
A Hollow Feeling By James Adamson
To Gwyneth with love To the Glory of God Neither hot nor cold and will be spit out on that day I carried isolation and rejection there was an ice storm the previous night into the day I felt like a balloon with feeling only stretched out over my skin I moved along the … Continue reading A Hollow Feeling By James Adamson
Empty Envelopes: By James Adamson
Disintegrating internally with so much hope Held inside; The death of hope actually; but maybe it is a rebirth. All the potential letters and invitations and pronouncements are like the cherished water gun. Or bumper cars and games of hide and go seek of childhood; when others made their opinion of you clear, … Continue reading Empty Envelopes: By James Adamson
Aware of Your Molecules: James Adamson
I think evolution is about getting bored. Life on earth is connected when one thing becomes dead we move on to be microscopic. To feel the molecules that made up a thought; probably an orgasm every time a connection was made at all. It was not the factors of life and death, the blossoming of … Continue reading Aware of Your Molecules: James Adamson
The Surrealist Door: James Adamson
The Red River Valley basin never had water that high there was never a cat fish on our living room door and even though the lamp was reflected I never noticed. The door may have been old but the lines were straight and there was never water leaking under it metaphorically or as literal fact. … Continue reading The Surrealist Door: James Adamson
The Spirit of Childhood Happiness: James Adamson
To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love There was a day in my early teens that suddenly the magic of Christmas vanished. Otherwise I was an implicitly happy child that time of year. It is since then that a lesser expectation has given life to my thanks for what I get. And … Continue reading The Spirit of Childhood Happiness: James Adamson
Something to Know: James Adamson
To The Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love It is like something primeval and lollipops too. It hurts and I could dwell on that but I am just happy there was a crow and I became dear to it and called it a sweetie. It blinked at me in stupefaction. All the most … Continue reading Something to Know: James Adamson
Rolling Rain: James Adamson
Moist calm eyes Clouds of rain. More than drops driving insane rolling rain steam roller. Clouds strong like burning vapour falls off. Encroaching mechanism the fall is rising the leaves are dying. The burn is soothed never when the heart coming is the rolling rain.
Outpouring: James Adamson
To the Glory of God To Gwyneth Love offers no obstacle for its truth to be known running toward each other for miles away is only an opportunity. To know our face in a mirror. No greater truth is known about your love if you climb a mountain. Yet you are known more truly. … Continue reading Outpouring: James Adamson
