Adrian Wait Poems

Wordsmiths preach their rhetoric
Wise in their own eyes
They bleach their conscience
Hail the conquering hero
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So many hidden stories
Forgotten and ignored
Poverty absorbs life
Hope bleeds gradually
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There’s a shadow on the henhouse
Disturbing, broad and still
Impending division, scattered light
Step by step to the edge until
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Those sad brown eyes
Sadder still for passing years,
When truth of humanity reveals,
Sorrow in the Heart of God.
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The leafs are turning now
gray stillness consumes the air
as lightening splits the tree
pain now invades our hearts
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There was a to do
when elephant went moo
and the spoon ran away with the dog
for the cow was alone
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The tale told
Of broken dreams
Of words spilling
Searching, and soaked
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The mind is the landscape
Of our hopes and fears
Our community of being
Revealed within the battle
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If we must speak
Let us search for echoes
In the stories that we share
The heart-spent tale
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Midnights harrowing infinity
Apathetic isolation
Death without witness
Life without echoes
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