Timeless Pleasures Surrounding Us Poem by Adam Hollingsworth

A giddy grin escapes the persecutor of demise
A giddy smile comes from those who do not sign
They laugh at you when no ones around
They poke and play games without a sound
Keep it high and keep it down
Up and all around
Fake the way we laugh at you
Seeing ever so deeply,
Right through you

You can’t decide if it was fun
You can’t decide, maybe
It was just one
One and only, while lost and homely
Despicable and descript able,
Your ways are to me

Numbers all one through a hundred
A million more and a million less
The lesser shall make their tombs with ease
While seeking a dream that does no appease
To me, while we fight alone
On the battle field of hate
Poking and spitting on a carcass of meat
Seething right through,
To another date,
Of misery

Inside the diary,
We find devotion so true
Devotion so void,
And yet,
Un attuned
The smiles hide secrets deeper than meaning
While we seek for a world,
In utter de meaning
It plants a foot inside your doorway
And lends a hand to another way to foreplay
Rejoice in the fact that it has come to an end
Rejoice in the fact that we have no friends

Make a decision and you will always regret,
The way it comes and goes all around us
Make a world of tiny grains of sets
While lying to yourself about a heaven so blessed
Factory workers seek comfort in suicide
Growing old is just another name for dieing
Plant a flower for the world of today
And plant a tree juts to say,
Rebellion

Rebellion in the streets of chaos
Chaos is the sweet, sweet sound of rain
Thunders swift violently through the mindless
And our minds will swiftly decay,
By one piece to the next
And another to top the best
Soothing sounds have lost their pleasures
And a child has lost its sweater

Alone in the streets they will come for you
Picking you off two to one
Lies of a rose fallen in black
Signing your name to another death contract,
Yet in the same, your will blame…
More on us
And less to bless
Seek comfort in wisdom and pleasures
Seeking comfort in a dieing feather,
Burning away to lost decay
Just another day to play,
All for just one more day