eric adams

i can’t stand another day in the pleasure slums this half-life is decaying with the medicine there’s no here and there’s no there just empty rooms or deadly air so i recline i bide my time i unwind and turn off my mind because i can’t stand another day in the pleasure slums taking time and claiming days charts and stats and brain decay busy hands and idle minds keep a song to sing to pass the time...

divinity floating in the pool following the original rule inscribed in helix thread cells divide get multiplied and spread across the face of the earth this tired place we all got birthed into the sea with the spill baby we’ve got eons to kill we belly crawl out of the sea to survive in the shade of trees yet we languish on the land and reach up for a helping hand from our god who’s punching down...

standing underneath the pink flamingo crooked knee locked in place to say relax enjoy the show inebriated stumbling aimlessly i see the you inside of you and inside of me and i wonder how we got so wound up in this place drunk on equilibrium leather and lace the lawman's big brown brimming hat serves to let us know though we paid big top circus prices still order reigns below flex a sexual muscle...

there’s a knot in my brain so it all comes out the same feel the shame shift the blame feel no pain there’s a knot in my heart so it all falls apart from the flirt to the hurt to the dirt there’s a hole in my head but I want to live I don’t want to be dead say so long that’s all gone now it’s done there’s a knife and spy glass amber oozing from my back severed trust golden compass crumbles to dust...

what's with wanting to be wonderful with wanting to be free with wanting to be someone who’s not me I’m falling through the cracks again I heard the information so I planted different seeds I twirled down a spiral of falling leaves unlatched and flew around again I crashed into the ground again just smashed right through the ground again I’m dying to be wonderful I’m dying to be free I’m dying to...

i am become death destroyer of worlds we live in the midst of myth shapeless figures emerge from the mist the rivers that bring life also bring death when the icecaps broke 12,800 years ago the flood erased our ancestors almost we find fragments artifacts monuments from some remote human beings they live although they are dead

a heart left insecure an ego self assured with compass needle pointing true north ignored from down here all is vanishing the world the light the pulse ringing look up and see the sky through cracks in floorboards a life once lost restored fear is the mindkiller a change of chance could sway currents carrying you away now and then I feel that fear rising up between my ears so I poke its little gri...

looking in your eyes there's nothing left to hide and secrets kept inside can sneak up on my mind choices from the past didn’t know that they would last and get layered until it stacks and hides your light behind the shadow i cast looking in your eyes there's nothing left to hide and secrets kept inside can sneak up on your mind you had to bend first despite the aching hurts in the heart wound tha...

only wanna make you happy sometimes wonder if i can bear the expense of things put on me like some atlassian there's nothing left to be holdn on to i didn't already find on a fool’s journey through unconsciousnesses sacred heart and mind standing showing barely growing beneath the hedgerow treason is taking hold there’s a place where we escape inside our minds some take the trip more often despera...

thundering fighter jets rip the picturesque sky apart another casualty in this senseless war of art i heard a woman say that’s the roaring sound of freedom and thought to myself her brain must be pretty numb from feeding the insatiable war machines of the state sick symbiotic relationship they use to dominate one more two more how many more populations? for the prosperity of our great fairy tale n...

eventually you just become another name on an obituary page scrolling off history forever as one more wave of people passing over you bury you in one more grave recycling the carbon and the molecules with the obituary page eventually you’ll just become a memory a fleeting glimpse of our endlessness manifest in this experience of pain and of joy and indifference living in human skin that grows and...

born in 1985, an adopted child of a heavy-hearted woman and a jolly/dejected father, I lived as a stranger in my skin for a while. life was not bad, it was undefined, lacking clarity and something more. ledges to latch onto on the climb through all the lessons of life were spread wildly across the face of a great mountain range with vast distances between chasms and peaks. I find recurring dreams,...

Squirrel Flower at First Unitarian Church Side Chapel in Philadelphia on March 12, 2023 by eric adams

plaque on the teeth of an empire dirt pressed against my face mind control for the children alive here and ready to waste away again when you’re gone past the morning with light half spent leaking through the trees keep the quietest record of all the things you meant to do ok? pretend your seas are alive with the waving approaching high tide in your mind a bob and float overtaking the islands you...

I saw it standing next to me a face afloat in ecstasy I watched it turn and tumble to the ground the crowd was shouting ringing bells "unleash on us the hounds of hell!" a fallen tale we love to tell ourselves into the flames I will return just close my eyes and feel it burn my tricoloured world melting down I saw it standing next to me avert my eyes like I can’t see a world awaiting to unfold thi...

eventually you just become another name on an obituary page scrolling off history forever as one more wave of people passing over you bury you in one more grave recycling the carbon and the molecules with the obituary page eventually you’ll just become a memory a fleeting glimpse of our endlessness manifest in this experience of pain and of joy and indifference living in human skin that grows and...

you don’t understand how to understand me I’m a façade of complexity marching down the street baton in hand in fancy frills like I’m fronting the fucking band the ground feels unstable and trembling holding hands we brace in waiting afraid of losing control to just let go and give up everything we know we don't know... we don’t know where the time will go or when the reaper will reclaim what she s...

friendly smiles passing with open eyes crystal memories delude us all in time we see just what we want to see an idealistic view imbues the memory like now is drowned in river current an arrow curved around a sphere we’re here to learn how long it takes to get back here fear of fear our cultural belief the time we get to give and take to keep drip side down for hurried hearts brown to blonde from...

everything I know is correct there's no need to reflect on the word stack in my brain that I heard and rearranged when I was some odd kid years old before the timewave fold so I drift and ride the wake of growing up and growing old and growing by mistake yeah I know this isn't me there's plenty of positivity put it back up on the shelf I'm already dead so I can't kill my self-assured and rearrange...

sweet home alabama will be playing while we disintegrate into oblivion with our uniforms on, these costumes we don to feel a part of the wave we are on towers stretch the world amplify the fear and the panic unfurls I saw it all fall out through the teeth of a girl, in an exhale swirl forces push the tides out of our control like the news on the rise, waxing truth, waning lies flow in through the...

Sandy Hill Camp North East, MD summer 2003