I lie awake; I have become like a bird alone on a roof.
(Psalm 102:7)
Why do I work wonders
When all of life's blunders
Come to fill up my head
When I deny my bed
to desired rest
love can't detest
me at my best
making our nest
--within mind and soul
to combine us whole
Won't feel warmth of sunshine
for our day will never come
won't steal time from my mind
When to think makes me feel dumb
I will not go to sleep
when the morning is in mourning
I won't awake to weep
Sun behind your head adorning
Strike me down, Oh Lord!
So I might go to bed
Use that flaming sword
So I might taste the sun, before I'm dead
Adam the Finished
July 28, 1994; 11:59 p.m. Fri.
Poem VIII
Tell me, you whom I love,
where you graze your flock
and where you rest your sheep at midday.
Why should I be like a veiled woman
beside the flocks of your friends?(Song of Songs 1:7)
To embrace you
is
having
to face you
To kiss you
is
having
to miss you
To love you
is
having
to think of you
To hate you
is
having
to berate you
To take you
is
having
to make you
To abuse you
is
having
to lose you
Adam the Artisan
Sept. 2, 1994; 12:38 p.m. Sun.
Poem IX
Instead, speaking the truth in love,
we will in all things grow up into
him who is the Head, that is, Christ.
Ephesians 4:15
Losing-lost-love
long ago
Choosing above
to grow
Below
I've already been
So what then?
Lift me to a foot
maybe
Another time to mute
what I see
Truth will be spoken
I will not be broken
Because I was lifted to your head
Might I just once give a kiss
But by then I'll probably be dead
Loving words will never miss
I wish I'd quickly grow instead
Adam the Growing
August 11, 1994; 4:55 p.m. Thu.
Poem XVI
I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me
Matthew 25:43
I've got my boots, for stomping
Got my hair, for combing
I've got my muscles, for romping
Got my car, for roaming
But what I haven't got is my girl, for loving
Adam the Neo-Greaser
June 27, 1994; 2:29 p.m. Mon.