You Poem by Adam Berman

The reason the stars travel in their milk ways
The reason why brave men are cowards and cowards are so brave
A sunflower of van Gogh’s craft; the only reason he ever laughed
You are a picture that's worth a million times a trillion words

The colours of my brush and the target of one's faithful crush
The one that inflicts kicking butterflies and the producer of cosmic vibrations. You are a princess of global nations that dances out with Indy stars;
A heavenly angel with its roots dating back to planet mars

The tear dropp of my eye; the diamond of my greyscale sky; you are a magnet to my steel; a sunflower in the everlasting troubled sea of floating roses bursting from one's broken heart
a dove flying in the neighbourhood of gulls and eagles; with medicine and not just needles. My rainbow of love; the one the sparrows keep talking of. The magnification of many dreams; the highs and lows of adult teens. The only wish my birthday makes; the only light this Christmas lacks. The sidewalk for my chewy gum to which I refer to as love poems bound to lose, stuck to and stumped on beneath your laughing shoes.The wind that will not my blow my grounded kites, the owner of all my copyrights; the inspiration of this pen;
The name my heart beats time and time again

But that isn’t you...that isn’t you...

The reason blind men want to see;
Why jail birds are ought to be set free
The reason why people act in such silly ways
When winter meets that summer craze
When diaries are filled with a memory or short story
and every god asks for his glory
I sing your name and no one else's

For you are the reason why children laugh and cry; why dreamers dream and lovers die. Or the reason why children cry and laugh; why shakespeare once wrote of lovers death. Doesn't matter what day or time; scientists and pastors cannot and will not change my mind;
Construction workers will not change my view of you, for thinking theories will never do. All I trust is the feeling of my gut and all I hear is this beating bloody organ whining like a sorry cat.
You are the salvation of my dying soul and the cause of my restless lust
Where angels get their wings from and why eve could not be possibly made from dust.

But that isn’t you...that isn’t you...

the reason the sun rises in the morning and the moon appears much later; why the chicken crossed the street and why the saying see you later alligator. You are the answer to all my questions even if your answers make no sense at all;
I know my eyes are water balloons waiting to pop and a my tongue a broken door
and I know that sounds crazy to you; but even god can be crazy
but who am I to say; I know he's not lazy; It's just my head losing balance
I've been spinning it way too much; in circles I try to deny, but at the end of the day I'm just left with my dictionary wet and my tongue hanging dry.

the eyeball in my face; the jealousy of men and women clinching on to broken promises and theories far lost in both time and space
the marvel of that troubled sea; that gives life to everything good that grows inside of me. An angel in Sodom and Gomorrah renamed Amsterdam; you are the most beautiful story ever told; I see your wings; they spread and fold.


The reason my days are dark; why I spent months inside an apeshit ark. But you never really gave a -; so it doesn't matter what wall I hit. But I can tell you a thing or two; my mind is so twisted; it's running through, and breaking walls;
till in graveyard it cries and crawls; among pigeon vulgarity and female sculls. I want my make my point so clear; that you would look and taste my tear. I don't blame you for my split; my angels died inside a serpent’s pit, and I look for god to call my name; to carefully place me back among the... sane.

But that isn’t you.