To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love There’s more than one way we return to our early days Our submission is one Our irrelevant anger; the grey that comes from destruction The murder that comes from the past; Untreatable, uncommunicated pain is anther I’ve heaved with tears Some will tell people the resurrection … Continue reading I'll Be Crying: James Adamson

Bite an apple and see if everyone isn't a strategist who makes it up as they go along with a limited world. Play the piano and see if there's enough variability for creation to music your soul. Play a guitar and find the speed of vibration. It isn't enough to make you want to know … Continue reading AC/DC: James Adamson

To the Glory of God To Gweyneth, with Love Flags rise above the cloud wall They are seen by dead birds, welcomed by sailing planets Boots stick to the dirt as hands cripple under scholarship The gun I hold could kill my soul Babies in cribs could be saved Love and forgiveness are a clear … Continue reading I Deal: James Adamson

Time is so close to me Its movement can be Mistaken for my soul. My knowledge sieves through The seconds and my actions Are the years of the century Stepped on as though degrees Of the earth, the minutes and Seconds of our globe Machine to make me a Tooth in a sprocket Like I … Continue reading Next to Time: James Adamson