Adam Smith
sing/songwriter/poet
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Poems of Adam Smith
Going Nowhere
Can you feel the pain a sorrow
That is living in this land
As the ship starts to sink
We realize it was unmanned
Can you hear the disappointment
In the voice is of the young
As the old look down up on us
Down the barrels of their guns
We’re going
We’re going nowhere
Don’t take it as a surprise
We’re going
We’re going nowhere
And I can’t believe my eyes
Can you sense the desperation
That’s riding in the air
As you check your phone for updates
And act like you don’t care
Can you smell the dreams dying
Not just here but everywhere
What was once full of hope
Is now riddled with despair
Flowers and the Trees
I’ve been wanting to say a few things
That have recently been on my mind
I don’t care if you don’t want to hear it
But something is not quite right
The flowers have been dying in the summer
Drowned in torrential rain
You can turn your back if you wanna
But things will never be the same again
It been I while since I left the city
Running from the one we call the man
The devil her tried to trick me
And he did that’s why I’m damned
The trees there starting to die know
It might have something to do with you and me
You can stand around here if you wanna
But I’ve gotta set myself free
I Exist as I Am, That Is Enough
I speak words softly
And they come
With a continues flow
They make no sense to me
They make no sense
To the ones that choose to listen
But through the riddles and the nonsense
Comes the wisdom of my age
And all but myself are satisfied
I write my words quickly
Before my brain can comprehend the meaning
On the pages of a notebook
They flow like water
From the mouth of the river
Sometimes dirty carrying debris
Sometimes shocking to the ones
That choose to read them
But through the darkness of my lines
Comes my understanding of the cosmos
And all are satisfied but myself
Grandfather Whitman
With his beard white as snow
Said I exist as I am, that is enough
And with him this time I concur
For I exist as myself and nothing more
I am myself with my speech
I am myself with my writing
With my poetry and prose
I am as true too myself
As the redness of the reddest rose
Bright, visible and pure
And the only one not satisfied is myself
I exist as I am
And I follow no one
That came before me
And no one follows after me
My mouth is full of gibberish
My writing is full of prophecy
And self loathing
I satisfy the need of others
As I die to self
I exist as I am
In the darkness and the light
With my feet on the ground
And my mind in flight in the cosmos
They call for my wisdom and understanding
And I find them all
Weighed in the balance and found wanting
And no one is satisfied
Not even myself
I find myself existing in the void
Breathing breaths of life
And not knowing a thing about living
I find myself living in a dream
But not accepting the possibilities of dreaming
I find my words stunted
I find my hand paralyzed and unable to write
Not knowing a thing about life
Except for disappointment and pain
And that one and the other feel the same
I exist as I am in a pocket of time
Over looked by most
As I blend into the background
Or become another face in the crowed
Speaking words that fall
Into the emptiness of the void
Or fall upon deaf ears
Yet outlining the wisdom
And the understanding of my age
And no one is satisfied not even myself
I exist as I find myself
Calm in the eye of the storm
In the mist of the chaos
I grasp onto the things of peace
I float as the chaff on the breeze
Free and light on the wind
In the middle of the destruction
My words find there form
My speech is restored
And my soul searches
For a place of rest
And I exist as I am that is enough