Thomas Adams Poems

I did in fact just see him there. A whirling brilliant light.
And wove them snickered tales I've spun of wounds not healing right.
But I am settled in with me and all I may survey.
The truth from humbled men of God, did see their God today.
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America's degeneracy is made continueous
Through her self appointment. She conscripts
Without regard, to risk each of her vested
Interests. Mean the while amassing truths
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A rattle sound, the gurgling, a baby's what I hear.
Now time has snatched my baby; turned her tide I do declare.
Even now the face you sees a smiling broad and stout.
But just below the surface loud a Daddy's crying out.
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If ever I should see this world as truely truely mine.
And all that stand upon her never cross my fighting line.
Please tap me on the shoulder and do point me really fast;
toward the notion that this world belongs to those who got here last.
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Tantalized was I to see,
the setting of the sun.
Even though the temperature
was wildly on the run.
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It has stolen the light of the night
for me to hint of its presence along my side.
Twisting and turning and gnashing.
Carving it's personality into path. It flees.
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I have noticed a soft, pleasing glow that surrounds a true friend.
This dainty hue would to become brilliant and serve as a beacon,
amidst the tumultuous seas of life's tragedies.
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The foundation of 'The Human Being' is poorly affixed atop a mountain we sadly refer to as 'Perpetual Fluctuation'. Our very history, be it short, has not experienced the heavenly shower that would rain love and affection on all of the people, all of the time. Nor tolerance of any that might be different or may possess something another has not.
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The destinies of dep·ri·va·tion and con·tent·ment
are most assuredly intertwined. A man can never
truly delight in the providence of the one, without
experiencing at sometime, the particulars of the other.
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It may not be left to those unchallenged by long,
wearisome histories of pursuit. It may never be
imagined still wanting for pathways forged and cleared
by any less than one billion tears; A gallant toll.
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