Wednesday, 25 June 2014

Foregone (Poem)

Forget yourself in coke 
Sometime in cigarettes and cheap dope 
Drown thine hope in whisky,

Even though it may be a bit risky 
Break a brick on a face of the man
With whom cheats 
Your girlfriend... 

Suck in the blood 
Suck in the fear 
Succumb to tears 
Of your own...
After all you're a man 
Not a doll. 

The man who stands alone 
Is in pain of his own...

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Disobey (Poem / Rant)


Turn to the left without giving a deep shit 'bout what's left. 
Turn to the right and you seem to be super all right.
What is the meaning that's hidden within all that spinning? 
I don't really care, 
Don't wanna know... 
All I want is you to ignore, 
The choices other make you feel like chores.
They make you feel like a riding horse: 
"Jump here!"  "Do that!" and "Don't forget to treat me..." 
Like if you are in some kind of debt
If you feel unfree, 
Be like me... 
That will set your inner 'Me' free. 

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Thursday, 19 June 2014

Stranger (Poem)


She is a stranger 
Full of all kind of danger 
She is a stranger 
She walks and talks like a lonely wolf 
Or a lonely Ranger 
She is a stranger 
Might be she is a Black Widow
Just another Avenger 
Still, she is a complete stranger,
To me...

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |


Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Ska, ma, Ska! (Poem)

Ska*, ma, Ska!
Listening to ska, ma!
Lemme finish my joint...
Ok, I'll get straight to the point!
I'm ain't your tiny boy any mo.
So stop scolding  me for sleeping with that whore!
After all I came home from school, ma!
It's like coming home from a war.

Listening to ska...
Getting drunk, ma
Forgive me, I didn't do the dishes
But, hey!
I did not complain about father's wishes....
So ma... take my wallet and get yo self an hour at a spa.

Bye ma!
I'll listen to some ska...  

*Ska - a music genre that originated in Jamaica in the late 1950s
© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Sunday, 15 June 2014

Emotions (Poem / Song Lyrics)

Never mind 
Never leave yourself too blind 
Rather try to find, to find... 
Truce-land inside thine mind. 

Never mind 
You can seek and not find
At times it sick to be so kind... 
Can not any longer delay
My sanely ordained state of mind, today.

Never mind 
Even though, this is not underlined 
Never mind 
Never mind 
Never mind 
Trying to find my lost state of mind.

 © Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Saturday, 14 June 2014

Cause of you! (Poem)

Cause of you! Thine intervention 
In best form of intention 
I tend to think 
I should start to drink 

However loosely speaking 
I won't be ever picking  
For, you are not what I'm seeking
I won't be ever peeking, it's true.

So now I'm drinking 
And still kinda thinking 
Whether it's me who should be singing 
About you...

I'm drinking 
And drinking 
I'm begging 
And barking 
And blinking 
All cause of you... 

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Lucy (Poem)

I've figured that figures do not count
I've figured I feel awesome when you're around 
I've figured that I'd rather be lonesome than be proud 
And so it is,
I fall on my knees 
I pray to God
So he would forgive 
What we've had between you, me and Lucy

My self in the mirror I'd rather not see
I'm ashamed 
For my lust wasn't tamed 

Between you, between me 
My dignity is now inflamed
It can not be any longer reclaimed 
And you know, and you know 
Cause I have proclaimed...
All I have is this bloody red paint
No no no I'm not saint
That I know 
That's why I'm covered with this red taint

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Monday, 9 June 2014

111 - Alexander Imich (Poem)

I'm into chemistry and math, 
After all they are both mysteries till Death.  
I can't withhold my breath
My faith can't make me any stronger 
I won't live not year more, not any longer 
Some thought I would die at 1941
I wasn't yet done
I went to Samarkand
Then back to Poland
And then to U.S.
Yes, I know. 
This story is quite a mess...

Now, they give me meds
They've lied me on one of the old beds
One-one-one (111) - is my age, 
And now, I know I'm done. 
Goodbye my never born son.
I'm gonna depart with the dawn of the sun.
Thank you God of Moses and Jesus for letting me see 
Through the History of 20th century! 

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

R.I.P. Alexander Imich (Link to Wiki)

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Bower's Water (Poem / Song Lyrics)

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life is busy for me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero to be alike

I'm made of lies, for you
I'm made of lies, for you
I'm made of lies, for you
I'm made of lies, for you
I'm made of lies, for you
I'm made of lies, for you...
There is no thing as true
© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Saturday, 7 June 2014

Baby Typist (Poem)

Baby Typist

Learn to type
Before it's four
Learn to type
Without gore
Learn to type
To be hardcore
Learn to type
The  - 'C-i-v-i-l W-a-r'
Learn to type
And you will Roar
Like a Dragon or a boar
Learn to type before you're four
As there is no truth in pen or paper anymore

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Thursday, 5 June 2014

Not to kill (Poem)

Not to kill

One skill,
Born to live and not to kill
I rely on my quill
Born to live and not to kill
One skill
One skill
What I do
Don't you feel?
It is written just to chill
No intent to make you feel
Like if I am to drill
Thine mind
And thine soul
That is not,
Not my goal
After all
After all
I am just
Just an old man with no rush 
To wave my old horsehair brush

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Monday, 2 June 2014

Empty (Poem)


Like empty vessels we go through 
With an endless struggle and a strife
We tend to put our dreams in dusty boxes of our minds
We tend to sparkle our desires with music and lists of prayers from the ode 
We heard just once and never would imagine to hear it more
Like children we run after the fire 
But get burned by thinking of a higher and touching unwarily the light
With our bare hands... 

Oh, fire fire? 
Why are you so maleficent to our human nature? 
From the beginning and til the end we tend to breath thine nature 
On this warm land without hesitation 
Or even proclamation of what we thought we'd be aware 
If we'd listened to our steaming souls... 

You take an empty sheet 
And put some things on list
You call it 'Bucket List'
The sheet becomes so full and vivid 
But do you also feel full and living?
By end of it, the only thing
That made me feel the life - was my departure... 
To the after strife.

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |