Adam Hollingsworth

Oh, ancient Greece,
How much you have filled my soul.
The aesthetics of your kind,
Are more than satisfied
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As I walk down this path,
I see the reflection
Of sky staring back
In radiance.
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I leave the sorrows of life
In dust behind my heals,
Lost to a frenzy of strife,
Long, long ago.
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Ying and yang,
Love and hate.
Sad or glad,
Who’s to blame?
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I.

I dance upon your grave,
When the moon is shining bright
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Kitty grins and secret sins
Bottled plans and so hard again
One more hour, one more second
Just to know it will be fine
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Nature to dust
I am at a bust
Creaking sounds, and
Finding crowns,
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My thoughts haze to here and there
Even a schizophrenic has his days
Although life’s not fair,
But why must my thought leave and not stay?
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You crawl forth, slithered,
The glare blinds the optics of our mind.
The acid king, hallucinations
Of grandeur, now you know you’re alive.
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As the sun goes down
We whisper softly to each other
At the time of twilight
Is when we find it the hardest
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Smooth, soft
Need not, a
Silkworm.
Gorgeous streams,
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The way you smile,
Leaves me breathless.
Your voice is a choir of angels,
Painted on a canvas,
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What is time?
But a rotation of the planets,
A love gone to the wind,
Or a setting of the sun?
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The beauty of lies,
Between you’re eyes.
The song of drugs,
I find in you’re veins…
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Most days I seek wisdom inside your heart
The heart of liars that cheat from the start
The roses never reach to them as we walk,
On into the night
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Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
All your crashes has left me little much
See through my sight as it bleeds open,
Knowing what is inside, leaves less to cope in
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It’s the cold way we walk
Down the street, to the world we know.
The useless, and the shallow,
It only goes to show, how we
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Dark clouds brittle in windy sighs
Fluttery clowns run in and hide
Your eyes radiate like the moonlight
Your face as gorgeous as a wild sigh
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Inhale deeply, the ocean breeze
The set of dreams it will make
It’s the calmness, that makes us see
The breeze of the sea, which we all seek.
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I went down once to a river
I saw a willow tree oh so old
Burning wildly inside my mind
Seeking for old friends to be kind
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