Poetry and Writings

A little slime ball on two feet With no sense to it You do still have a heartbeat But is there any use to it? One failure after another Do you imitate your father? Find a better deal, my brother Break the Samsara wheel or don't bother.

A little slime ball on two feet With no sense to it You do still have a heartbeat But is there any use to it? One failure after another Do you imitate your father? Find a better deal, my brother Break the Samsara wheel or don't bother.

Living in denial With yourself you form a choir Something is utterly lost In our private 2020 Holocaust.  Better help is unity than seclusion But be careful with whom you unite Besides the virus the snakes are abound. 

Challenged by belief Challenged as well by grief No chances  No costs All seems hopeless Almost lost.

It is about a time to get ready With the flow that is always steady And no concern is on thine mind Even though you go a little drunk,  A little nauseous, or a little blind.  There is an answer  That puzzled mind is ought to find, Don't scare the chances for the resolution They are tempted by minds that are open For optimal solution. 

Can't think of anything else But peace of mind.  Quantitative seldom self reliance Upon the Buddhist pseudo science.  Breath by breath I build myself Step by step I find my Zen. 

Dreamer of the night Dreamer who got it right Romancing the stone... Suspicious and questionable goal. I'd rather dive into the lyrics And into the show.

I just earned it Now rather burned it Time to show the skill Ring the bell once and at will Form a union that would acquire  And go for the kill.

Doing something here Doing something there No time to be fragile No time to be scared Poetical devices are abound No Masters in multitasking can be found.

If not the tedious art What would I do with my poet's heart It took me lifetime of accomplishments But here I am, among the acknowledgements I travelled  the world far and wide  All manner of people to study and find  For I find interest in all diverse  That informs my experience  In writing and in verse For masses I write  In that I find a great delight Lyrics of legends may come through Lyrics for all come to you I write for all and for your pleasure  For this generation and others to treasure Enjoy my verse long after I am gone  Through time and space my words live on Adam Prockstem Smith               & Carol Longfellow