Adam Holmes Poems

Puppeteer moves us, roundabout
Go with the flow, avoid the undertow
Puppets we are and always will be
Until the current sucks us down
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I ride my bicycle through cozy farm town streets. The breeze flows through my bones, extreme excitement. I coast up to the store. A collection of fallen coins fill my hand. I will buy candy. I take my loot over to the bench in front of the fire station. Fist full of tootsie rolls, rewards for another long hard day of having fun.

I hop on the board. Yell up to grandpa in the boat, faster! He pushes the throttle forward. Water splashes on my smiling face as I glide across the waves. I'm free. Later this afternoon I will go jump off cliffs. I want to jump off the tallest one, but dad says I'm not old enough. I have no fear. I walk to the edge of the rocks looking down at the sun's reflection on the water. WhooHoo! I jump. For that brief moment, I'm not a child. I am superman.
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I stumble down the stairs and into my room
My smile turns sour
As the whiskey begins its revolt
These drunk days are dying
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Prepare for fighting
Paint up your face
War drums waken the sun
A young brave’s dream unfolds
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Elitist wants the world bent at his ever fattening waist. I’m better then you yet you think your richer then I. A telescope reaches an eye to the stars, but eyes grow weary of sights so far away. Hearts, crashed into a hoopla of fast talking salesmen
The feet wait to walk
Preacher sells the good of god, and the atheist steals it right back.
They are both taxed by eyes of innocence. Forgetful of this, the talking never quits. Living a life of nonsense makes the most. Thinkers stumble on their minds mended steps.
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Forgotten identity...

The crab doesn’t fit his new shell
The old was the young
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The government is the root of our evils
But they do just what we want
We don’t want the truth
We want answers
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I once saw a preacher try to read biblical verse
To a junkie on the steps of the library
The junkie politely said,
“No thanks, I prefer natural narcotics.”
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Wisdom plays the voice of reason
Reason slaps the hand of hope
Hope rides the wave of faith
Faith moves the wall of fear
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If men want war
Gods want war
If gods want death
Men want death
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