MASTER of ALL I SURVEY W.A. Adams Don’t want to be hurt by Jihadist Don’t want to be scared anymore You say it will cost me my freedoms Well, I’ll leave them outside by the door Take all the ones you have to Leave me the ones I can keep But please, don’t take my cable […]
Category Archives: Rymes
Original Poetry & Songs
‘The ‘Dying of the light’,
‘the lights go out’,
that’s the view from inside
And how would you know?
How would anyone know?
Who returns against so strong a tide?
In this realm we are near sighted
We see close up, not beyond
What we see is
what sounds there are
what movement we note,
the ethers of life
seeking an exit.
No purpose, no goal
no desire to drive the machine
An empty glove, a dropped hammer
No sight to gauge the beam
So, you went and let loose the Kraken, in spite of all you were told.
You say that the cause is a good one, the enemy evil and bold
And their finish will be so amusing
A source of laughter and fun
Well laugh as much as you can you fool
For you haven’t a clue what you’ve done
You think the Beast was born in that cage?
His chains are a natural thing?
That his being locked up is such a boon
That it must be how it’s always been?
Have you not noticed the tombstones
That stand up row upon row
By the thousands they cover the field
As thick as new fallen snow
Did you believe if you rake off the leaves
The stones will just naturally grow?
Those are the lives it took to put that beast in his chains
The million hearts broken
The billion tears shed
And you have loosed him again
We once made men out of Oak and Iron
Then found cardboard will do just as well
If you make it life sized and paint it just right
There’s hardly a soul who can tell.
The Oak and Iron men were too hard to make
And harder still to replace
Now we don’t need the muscle and sinew and nerve
Just a pleasant and smiling face.
If the cardboard gets soggy and falls down in the rain
We’ve a million more I think
If you stand them up all around you
It gives the illusion of strength.
But I hear there’s a place, in a far away land
Where they’re making men out of Stone
And they don’t know the meaning of mercy or peace
And they are stripping the flesh from the bones.
So we’d better go back to the Oak and the Iron
I hope someone remembers how
‘Cause I don’t think cardboard will stand up to Stone
And a sweet smile won’t help us now.
The Top Has Been Moved
W A Adams
The top has been moved to the bottom
The left is now on the right
The inside’s on the outside
And the middle is nowhere in sight.
Those things laying flat on the ground there
Are the walls that once stood all around
At least we won’t need any windows
And the doors are not to be found.
If you like they can take off you testes
And install them up on your chest
They’ll inject a few drugs, move a few things around
And I’d rather not think of the rest.
The flag of a failed rebellion
One hundred and fifty years dead
Now frightens the fools who seem not to fear
The Bomb that hangs over their head
Peace has come to Islam
As the heads on the fence can attest
“Burning Man” is a Carney show here
But the sons of the prophet don’t jest.
It’s said that Scientists first learned to sin
In Picardy, that once was so fair
When they heeded the call of the General Staff
And taught them to poison the air.
This was counted a very dark thing
For mans first and last need is to breathe
Chivalry died in that green fog they say
And we see that it’s gone and we grieve.
For Knights and Ladies all knew their parts
They knew why the walls were there
And the windows and doors had a purpose
And were guarded and kept with care
For once the beast has got past the wall
And come thru the window or door
Then you fight for your life where you eat and sleep
And your children’s blood stains the floor.
So, put the top above and the bottom below
The windows and doors where they go
The shield to the left and the sword to the right
So the world may see and know
That if they come over your wall without leave
Your Testes, at least, you have saved
And whatever flag you hold over your head
The same can wave over their grave.
Three men at the Tomb
by W A Adams
Three men at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
My Father, My brother and me
At the post, day or night
For all eternity
Building the Tomb was my father
Who taught us to face the storm
And turn it aside if we could
If not, To keep others from harm
In the Tomb is my brother
Who went to take my place
I hear his heart beating still
Though I cannot see his face
In front of the Tomb is a pathway
I walk every day and each night
Behind, thousands who came before
Ahead, those not yet in my sight.
I do not stop for the rain
It is only my father’s tears
I do not stop for the snow
It is only the long empty years
That my brother might have lived and sang
Of the joy that was in his soul
But he is in his tomb, and I’m on this path
That the world may see and know
That he never will be forgotten
Through the rain, the snow, or the years
So long as brother loves brother
So long as fathers have tears.
What is a man?
I asked the rabbi
“The image of the living God”
What is a man?
I asked the scientist
“Brother to the worm in the sod.”
What is this creature, I asked the lawyer,
Who can love and hate and forgive?
She consulted page twelve-eighty-nine and said
“Depends on the meaning of ‘IS’.”
TIME TURNS OVER by; W A Adams 1st verse Oh the rich keep on diggin’ to find more money The poor keep on spending to keep themselves poor And the folks who are happy keep laughing and chuckling And the people who worry keep walking the floor Chorus: And the rivers run dry and the […]
Despair by Walter A Adams Sometimes I think I could lay me right down here and die And the traffic might stop long enough for my hearse to go by No one would notice the hole here where I used to be And I doubt anybody would wonder what happened to me. It seems like whats […]
Three Marys by W A Adams Three Marys on the road going to a tomb One old one younger one in bloom Hurrying thru a world changing as they sped The dark of the first new day ‘The sun is coming’ the oldest said She carried frankincense to anoint the dead The shadows grew lighter on […]
The Faith of Our fathers by Walter A Adams What is the faith of our fathers If we are come up from the mud Are we close kin to the dog and the rat Does our stomach compel us to blood Do we rip what we need from whoever is near And count any feeding […]
TAKING MY LEAVE by Walter A Adams Finish up the tale you’re telling For I’m halfway down the shore Every story has an ending Then it’s time to tell no more I can see them waiting for me Over on the other side Finish up the tale you’re telling And kindly let me by. Give me […]
Sleeping Memories by W.A.Adams
When I was the king of Araby
And you were the Queen of Cathay
In a silvered ship with gossamer sails
I came and stole you away
To an unknown shore in an uncharted sea
And there at the top of my tower
I carried you up and laid you down
And I showed you all of my powers
We loved till the moon grew pale with envy
And you had no thought but to stay
Till the walls had crumbled to ruin
And the wind blew the dust all away
When I was the King of Araby
You were the Queen of Cathay