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By Adam the Alien, on November 9th, 2003 Rising up into the air
Then crashing on the sand
Advancing suddenly before
Retreating from the land
So small and yet so powerful
So peaceful yet chaotic
Appearing dark from far away
Like some old bathtub tonic
But when opposed it changes to
A broth of foamy white
With currents changing swiftly
Feathers glinting in the light.
By Adam the Alien, on November 9th, 2003 A rug of algae, rocks and sand
It lays upon the shore
Blending gently with the land
So none suspect it’s more
Upon approach, though, it takes flight
Like waves upon the air
This magic carpet moves as one
As if one mind it shares
This unreal beauty in the wind
It whips around with care
Diving, gliding, billowing
It twists and turns and soars
It huddles closely to the surf
So none suspect it’s more
It chirps and flutters
Flaps and sings
Then loops around before
At last it lets its tired wings rest
This rug upon the shore
By Adam the Alien, on November 9th, 2003 Ghosts enslaved
Restrained by their feet
Hauling rocks for a big budget play
When freedom is sought
Barren wasteland is found
And planets of papier mache
By Adam the Alien, on November 9th, 2003 I wake up drenched
My life escaping
Gushing
Pouring
Flooding
From a small cut in my nose
It’s on my face
It’s on my hands
The pool of crimson grows
I wake up drenched
I wake up soaked
I wake up yet again
I wake up and I wake up
Always dying in my bed
I wake up unable to move
This time it’s gushing down -
Down my throat and
Down my thoughts and
Splashing on my tongue
Like dirty copper
Bitter, sweet
It fills my lungs all night
I wake up bleeding, dying
Helpless
Drowning in my life
By Adam the Alien, on November 9th, 2003 Surrounded by beauty
But all alone
Lost in a sea of mist
In a world of magic
Fascinating at first
But in time all grows cold
Where are the others?
What is beauty
When shared by none?
The moonlight pours through the branches
Casting light on the solitude
And darkening the shadows
Where are the others?
The magic is gone now
Emptiness, loneliness, shadows remain
Lost in a sea of forgotten beauty
Beauty finite when not shared
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