Looking Up

It's just a breeze

Lifting the wings of a bird passing by

Above the trees,

Passing over the absurdities 

Of the ongoings below

The sky

Jeffrey Robert Adams

11/26/2020

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Growing Reapers

It seems I'm given notice

More than I'm ever noticed

At all, really

Kicking rocks upon the fall

(Or the Fall?)

If there's a purpose to it all

Instead of being rendered to a crawl

Exponentiality -

      Who will ever learn?

The embittered, impatient

Watching the numbers

Burn away unto their toll

One coin to discern

Every soul left to burn

Two sides, too selectively,

Distractingly, spurning

One another 

Into one side or another,

As if to conquer and divide

And I rebel -

But not like "I'm a rebel"

But in a sense of woke

To tell about the pretense,

Being subject to this yoke,

This joke, abated,

Masturbated, exacerbated -

All the folk denied

And if this, into nothing, coincides

What will be rectified?

Who will be vilified,

As everyone's lied to?

Jeffrey Robert Adams

06242020

More Curious Still

They told me the manner

Of how to exist on this plane;

But, through the clouded plexiglass,

I see the things that look mundane

More curious still

In motion,

I believe in some commotion

Just to prove you have devotion, baby

Maybe more curious still

More curious still

And more curious

I find the day inviting me

To take a chance and really see

What goes into perplexing me

More curious still

And more curious

I find the thoughts I try to change

As I rearrange the truth at times

When I think of you

More curious still

by 

Jeffrey Robert Adams

1994

Couple Minutes

One minute

Maybe two

During which

There's lots to do

It feels as though

It may be more

Thoughts about

What lies in store

Makes the time last

Still and longer

While the, at last,

It is no longer

Finally now

The time is here -

Here right now

And not just near

My heart then skips

A beat or two

Now one minute

Maybe two

by Jeffrey Robert Adams

1987

The Blight Of The Mean

Buying into it -

Or not

The hype, the memes

And underlying schemes

In which we rot.

We're fallible

And so gullible

And as a species

Unremarkable,

Disembarkable feces

Upon the Earth;

Insignificant

In our collective

Girth of grit

And forging forth

Within it;

Selective as to

Sight and hearing,

Gearing towards a future

Bound by sutures, fearing

What by some is seen

As what's to come -

The blight of the mean

by Jeffrey Robert Adams

1/24/2016

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Justice

Beautiful visions in dreams I had

Of the moments that have come to fruition now;

Perhaps it's precognition somehow -

At the start,

In waking dreams of future time;

And then apart... together still yet seperate,

Our hearts United despite the miles and despite

The time...

I'd dreamt of that which has come to pass,

And although that dream was comforting in

That distant time,

That dream didn't do the beauty of the present

Justice

by Jeffrey Robert Adams

Halloween, 2000

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Captain Muddled

They say

Actions speak louder than words;

However,

What if your actions are your words?

Would it needs be

Seen to be louder,

Vibrations on the floor?

I've opened up the door 

Again -

And all I then experience

Is...

As to

What it's all about

Muddled memories

Gallore upon a drunk who's

Crashed upon the seas,

Until the ship

Was cast asunder.

Still I wonder,

Whether it was sunk

Could I survive 

If even still alive?

If I still remembered how,

And still saw the here and now -

So long ago,

As I looked into the

Present, Past, And Future -

Times of culture;

There's a reason to ignore

The way it seems to go,

When cast upon a 

Cold and distant shore

by Jeffrey Robert Adams

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