As a dream comes when there are many cares,
so the speech of a fool when there are many words.
(Ecclesiastes 5:3)
Home, lost in your bed
because no one's there to find you there
especially when you find the relationships
that are developed in dreams
only vanish when you awake the next day
Why sleep?
When pain is felt at the time reality hits
Comb across my head
knowing combed hair is better'n messed hair
though it doesn't matter while reality slips
no matter how real it seems
only in dreamland, where you can never stay
Why weep?
Is my pain felt when happiness throws its fits?
Don't make believe dreams can be real
Do you know how I really feel?
Just imagine if I didn't have taunting dreams,
might I not have been in misery?
Is there any way out of this, by any means,
besides all being reality?
Dreams. Everything might have come true
But don't mind-my-musical-mind
Goes on endless, without a clue
From the time I feel that I'm fine
To the time, I run out of rhyme
For my mind you cannot confine
Dream until it does come true
Then I'll say I always knew
Adam the Dreamer
August 11, 1994; 4:45 p.m. Thu.
Poem IV
But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
(Isaiah 40:31)
Without wings,
we fly
Without tears,
we cry
Without boredom,
we sigh
Without privacy,
we pry
Without a chance,
we try
Without representation,
we personify
Without satisfaction
we satisfy
Without clarity,
we clarify
Without fear,
we terrify
Without a group,
we unify
Without form,
we solidify
Without an arsenal,
we supply
Without truth,
we deny
Without fight,
we defy
Without death,
we die
Without lies,
we lie
Without the mountains high,
we arise
Adam the You-Surpassing
August 30, 1994; 12:28 p.m. Tue.
Poem V
The woman was given the two wings of a great eagle,
so that she might fly to the place prepared for her in the desert,
where she would be taken care of for a time, times and half a time,
out of the serpent's reach.
(Revelations 12:14)
You're better
You get her
I get naught
but some-sunken-self-esteem
Never taught
how dreams are supposed-to-seem
I love her
Above her
You think you are
so perfect in every way
No higher star
can surpass her any day
Don't try her
You'll fry her
With your mental games
you play upon her constantly
No one ever names
that which no one can ever see
Labor
Save her
I'm always trying
but she's never really there
She's always crying
'cause you never seem to care
Give a wave to her good-bye
Letting her finally-fly
as far as you let her
until she's completely free
then I'll go and get her
and I'll see what she can be
Adam the Forever-Friend
Sept. 6, 1994; 6:34 p.m. Tue.
Poem IX
When times are good, be happy;
but when times are bad, consider:
God has made the one as well as the other.
Therefore, a man cannot discover
anything about his future.(Ecclesiastes 7:14)
Reality appears
Red curtains flutter
Out there lies my fears
I feel the shudder
Soon curtains part
Reality begins
Future's at a start
Come losses or wins
Out there's light of day
Colors of every hue
But now it's red's way
Seems as if nothing's new
I wish I were the opposite of red
Whatever color that may be
So I might have just a taste of what's ahead
But time only waits for me
Adam the Red
July 15, 1994; 12:39 a.m. Fri.