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clipped together in a still motion memory
the superseded taste of morrow’s forlorn child
pulp fiction and charcoal lips with your inchoate design
it’s clear with abundance
salty sweet and prized
gathering means missed placed coin
satellites romance short lived and bitter
unripe nutrition from Neptunes hastened blades
the nicotine is replaced expelled complete
superseded for yesterdays forlorn child
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Locks of outrageously green hair with late sprouts of juvenile lime; tapered frosty regrowth that waves in reception of Medusa’s smile with magnetic rewind oh green hair with mine chimes always before nine
© Adam Blewett
2016
Willow basket lauded
to the splice of burn
to soar beyond a dusted sky
that only our firmament could relent
ice blue through my warm air
a current like an eternal flame
but alas boring element
inertia you cannot be
in chase for another realm
will be my basket that has left without me
© Adam Blewett
2016
Blank sporting talents
Fiery blank nothing
Chalk show hosts
Immortal lead filled boots
Restless wrestling pets
A fit of passion fills the nothing
From a thought an idea
A trend
To make the screen full
To fill the blank screen is nothing
Unless chalk show hosts
Compete with hostesses
©Adam Blewett
2015
~1999 written~
Try this the shoppe said, next digital reflex mono concept two text. Transmit data via window interflex, regional bilingual sirii text. Fast net original contract. Ground swell ratio mega data recap with post data bureau currency applied cashless weigh strap.
© Adam Blewett
2015
My incision complete, and what flowed from the vine, was a stark find of numerous juice laden grapes hubris, that come a elegant blast to a happened taste bud.
Staving off a reluctant catapult of a nourished deluge between a late shower from roasted butternut pumpkin fries.
In residents of consideringly bated after thoughts were slowly released, automatically these abbreviated to delicious.
Finds of warming reaction corrected before the fermentation of a bit rearranged space for this reprehending cover of exacting vine.
2018 Adam Blewett ©
intuition
Each today on my halcyon evening: I would embalm my presents; and mood my way to her sacred environment. Not so often I collected this counterfeit way, though I choose my way home, and bother with a busy else where.
My marvel of this magnificent display; the warmth of ignited altitude, this heir of a century in my infatuation brought back, my intrinsic need.
In subtle colours, on grey day’s this heir of benevolent casting way, has kept my sight, in a profound display.
Heavy to the growing hour, I should rest my discourse, and plead that her feature, maintain an environment, to fill my dreary today.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
This place where i once stood
nestled in words of a guesting star
happiness a ritual a tender
a struct explosion of emotion
the recourse from any distant place
my words bottled each night to no escape
tainted in those empty goodbye’s
starring on this place i once stood
only a guest in surrender misunderstood!
2017. Adam Blewett ©
Externally missing loves nub of you
from monsters to men and then back again
My regression a progression of heart
fallen by day dying a thousand deaths
You were of a friend paying no due too
you smashing my glass heart with each word used
Lawrence a pseudonym for i hate you
The French Lieutenant’s Woman changed my day
Elixirs story sold and behold love
mind’s words be they as hollow as loves nub
For i not loves inmate of martyrdom
foretold loves patience you have my exact
2017. Adam Blewett ©
This easel and i fill the stage
another day lost from fame
progression by compression
photography and words of splatter
canvases view stories askew
vein of pop culture I stand to regress
classic lost words chosen for love
abstract and dark follows my frame
with pigments from palette
they grow neo with pain
listless and hollow
I leave my stage
empty of blue
renaissance through.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
belief an melodic overturn
flayed cosmic sunbeams
armed with news from Grinner
inner play and remittance
caught in a day
and remedied by the morrow
armed with news from Grinner
my day splayed by a stranger
an unusual return from the inner
i am gifted a flower by a stranger
a vocal is it not petulant
talking flower
a demanding angelic flower
a prescription for every vessel
a delicious transcript for the suggested
my miraculous interlude
your gifted by prescription
lament
my flower, my inner bequest
nice the deed
my flower I gesture
of sort to a stranger
with repertoire and innocence
my flower sing to the melody of the day
in tune and a cosmic swoon
today I am thinner
a thicker display
it’s a day of lay with news from Grinner
inner play and a summer retreat
there is no remedy
the dream like entity of this swimming hole
surreal is the song
afloat and prone
from scarlet birds
that fill the air
as I float without despair
i am pared with every bone
without laughter, without despair
the scarlet bird takes its share
nuance from this babbling brook
recessed from this forest large
my inner health
select and rested from the week at large
selected mile
rejected cup with a smile
and repressed laughter
an over heard story of a talking flower.
© Adam Blewett
2015
the wheel is round
but not my voice
to write is profound
to sing is magic
as to sing
will make a merry-go-round
to see a smile without a sound
is happily profound
© Adam Blewett
2015
~Written 1999~
wondrous light
Gestured all in sated sculpture, tones nonchalant in who made who, my ravined sceptical broach; the day of lazy approach a scolding misfortune; her imploding hallowed eyes.
Vapour’s cherub of needled distraction, tiresome dividing enterprise, surgeries romantic address.
Voluptuous cravings, ravined plated hollow wood, desires a niche a overture, cellos soldier in photogenic rewrites.
Retracing non-visual implies of precious vogue, cherub rewinding, fulsome lashes, a sobering love.
2018 Adam Blewett ©
Five fast in casting
Hold all that is foe
State of the cuff remark
That once expelled
It become lark
In a kin of hidden smitten
Smite the path of wealth
An excursion before kindness
Before five casting foe’s
The rebellious song to nurture
Of retort gone stream
Proxy to a make of relent
Giving along the braided strand
That cloaks all that is youth
Holy mix loaf’s of grains
Propane and riddled
Warmth and shortbread
Wise emoji’s gone to far
An the lead sinker
Said a moose called Green
2017. Adam Blewett ©
routined with the cloak of day i am a narcissistic person sent to redirect become my introspect in chiming motion upbraids a projected introverted smile gasping senses locked and redirected from middles giggle excepted notion falling reform’s given decree cosmic interlude falling to calming junction; a thousand interjects an two thousand reflects this muted sound moors in chiming thought’s
© Adam Blewett
2016
fold fore contortion
gliding granulate lift and sway
burning gravity
© Adam Blewett
2016
For not wont of trying, excuse the retort
A colourful shape monotone in benefit
Serene and drunk on a dream, me dream
So brittle is the cold night air, stolen in a dream
Inherent to my dream riches beyond definition
Diluted deconstructed resolute; mild in compare
Inhaled cold night air, exhaled to visit the land
And as I wake resolute, my day I see swimming
With a chance before me.
© Adam Blewett 2016
An imprint from a cascaded torrent
valleys worn and carved
a thumbprint
an incident
formed and temperamental
gullies made from a tidal embalm
rivers sworn in
listed and tamed
a hungry cycle
so pleasantly blamed
scantily traced
a blain within
to love the rain
so delicate
so extreme
watching caught in a daydream
undeniably a lullaby for a nights dream,
© Adam Blewett
2015
Gentle of home
the well recorded
nearer oh incline
neighborhood the when
knowing a environment
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2017.© Adam Blewett
lauded overload winter’s falling snow i see you be murderous flung needles tree pure gust we breathe for luck: this vice like vision moving in slow motion wave-less in the falling snow.
© Adam Blewett
2016
this dancing caterpillar ignites with foresight then quavers below clouds of behavior showing anatomic grace with time
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it tree my unresolve divine love she played us like a fool tested our love now at twelve i should be told now i don’t care cause them apples mire desire come unrefined she asked me told me informed the caveat you will sprout from the core should i have doubted who cares my lopsided hair has loot delicious fruit baring branches blanched from those seeds i eat at twelve; Don’t eat them she said how I did not listen baptized by lawn gone in a bounce she played me i eat and eat job complete no more all and core it grew year’s later the incubator furnace I did earn us twelve beautiful supple juicy red apples all scorned by I told you so: I don’t care they were delicious juicy twice a day red apple’s all for me son you’re a fool not that i care i have twelve x apples incubate a week
© Adam Blewett
2016
the discipline of within
will the true man step forth
and take me within
for i will lay an eternity within
a past of corruption will escape within
please just touch me within
© Adam Blewett
Smile if you speed
Smile if you lie
Like to lick
Like to kick
Train your eyes too lie
Train your smile not to lie
Lick your smile
Kick a pair of apples
Kick a pair of lemons
Remove your hat
Drop your hat onto the path of the tram
Step backwards
And smile
© Adam Blewett
2015
~Written 1999~
my food is gone before I eat
stomach this
bliss comes once a day
ten toes are fixed too skip
nonchalant bliss I have too admit
to admit to my stage
you have to arrive
just one blink of an eye
then I can size
then I can skip
all filtered and bold
its a new day I am told
© Adam Blewett.
2015
~Written 1999~
Neither are afoot
were the colour
you see aware
be late bye
miss you there
2018 Adam Blewett ©
A light remake
housed green blue
between of reason
may lines connect
our forever later
2018 Adam Blewett ©
Modding
At the time, innkeeper Will, had nothing about him before a teams departure, only the could he covert a convention of budding playwright. Arriving early was not defined to their script, as should they rehearse a dramatic betrayal from arrows end, this reside not feature todays abode. And as there occupation near the evenings end Simone declared they vote to return of unfriendly mile or desist in support of teams undoing.
On approach the victors heave with spoils of plundered currency, a song and a loot that share among the scholars, as there forebode, these scholars could and should not state the obvious. Their out of keep playwright, were of their making, for they had circumstance, in the double talk that twists in turn a ridiculed hop. What the scholars see and the playwrights be was forever conjecture.
2018 Adam Blewett ©
One small step
berated in pain
for nothing came
bored in retort
loss is gain
and pain
2017. Adam Blewett ©
Dipping my finger in fools mirror leaves our friend’s at bay,
Yes I am no esoteric bore but an exoteric whore; being that.
Grafted there after and diligently remembered to a request,
that damn filing cabinet had your love, filed under you.
Resourceful to you but inept too me, I am here we are under reverie
© Adam Blewett
2016
This is the grandest work of all
Yellow in glory
Never a dull story
Free to move at will
With my pen I am a killer
With my friends I am a seller
A sell of words
A meld of nerds
Nerd red and nerd blue
Have a crude purple
© Adam Blewett.
2015
~Written 1999~
I am waiter for a matrix hour: I knot by minutes one them one, gave my thoughts a share-in love: I felt to love a watch. Heavy pressed to find our time; we never spoke about the minute; when ache become my fleeting soul: to lift in thrum, a squalor in repair.
Adam Blewett © 2019.
Love’s tune gave to a heavy heart
for my soul was amber in a time of tame
you see not the colour of be and cause
for of course it’s a morning’s magic core
wearing those love amulets of old
a beauty in a savage of the loveless soul
with ingot eyes you’re forever her zealous
tasting fame without a lost word
a game in my solicitous heart
again for lust our love
2018 Adam Blewett ©
Life
Espoused
A snapshot
Of worlds’ make
Including good
Bad very bad
Pleasant interludes
Making the captive
Spiritual
In a reminiscent
Life.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
2017. Adam Blewett ©
2016.
Within love
On to love’s starry trail of cosmetics
Painted raw, thunderous an intimate
Melancholy baby your tally soars,
so sweet of mine, your awe I never ignore.
With close of night’s hour, life’s crumbs I ignore, wondrously fond of how our time foments.
And I behold your vigilant beauty, an never will require somatic thought.
With thy love requite, consummately
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Supine in authored pen
To depths I had minds bend
Coherence in state of being
Been to a state not yet ,seen
©Adam Blewett
2016
A sea-breeze fills the nose
Aromatic nonsense
Pheromatic delay
My zest for life
My zeal for a spiel
A description from beyond
An horizon that has gone
Disappeared
As if it where never there
© Adam Blewett
2015
~Written 1999~
Row of colours
Realm of clouds
Rainbow of land
Solar people dance
Conniption
Conniption of sound
Eyes or saliva
Run don’t walk
Pie is best
© Adam Blewett.
2015
~Written 1999~
Way my past
Fit in present
Over and indulge
Whim my resort
Thought my contort
2018 Adam Blewett ©
For you are blessed
Lessoned in crimination
Pictured by story
© Adam Blewett
2016
the street’s are blue and I pave this enclave with skips abound under this ground flings A stratosphere in beat: blurred steps prone to expletive i find your feet aggregate blue one hop enough
© Adam Blewett
2016
Alone at sea
Spartan
At sea alone
My lips are azure
My veins detract
Magnetic are my teeth
Beneath I strive
My sphere abound
As cold as stone
My veil of green
Water O transparent
The golden seabed
My veins are ripe
Perphaps it is near
My treasure filled
kiss on one ear
© Adam Blewett
2015
funny man poetry
sitting next to the jester
capitulated by the sun
theirs no performance
there is no dance
for the sun will provide
for the romance
Adam Blewett.
2015 ©
~Written 1999~
Starry my wish
There you are
When hunger sways
Dreams come true
Endless beautiful bliss
2018 Adam Blewett ©
Live truth incumbent forsook income live i climb a steep paramount then belt in collective a cascade of genteel in abhorrent habitat this fold darken crevice a cravat patrolled prized performance sent to live
© Adam Blewett
2016
That incessant scribble
it’s such an excess drivel
Ingested with pens vocation
and translated too bards artistry
This pens muse dote on youse
maleficent grammar in ones note
Coupled with joints imperfect
mustered and rustled when direct
Lost direction pens interjection
cause and effect have no reject
Intermittent screams of a junket
this bard must die loss of hand
Genuine and grand in fail to comply
in one hand paged by receipt
© Adam Blewett
2016
Democrats Aristocrats
Phat hairy dog’s
Slimy aristocrats
Depressing labor bastards
Oppressing liberal aristocrats
Fascist cats will rule
Sleight of hand
Cuts to the slide rule
Democrats left today
But wanted next to nothing
© Adam Blewett
2015
~ Written 1999~
Made too right
Feel like an insight
Look at me
Do I fright
Have I mixed words
Do I apologize
Have I the right
It feels right
Have I left an insight
Accept this look
That what is not is what is domestic
Happy too write
And be your guest tonight
© Adam Blewett.
2015
~Written 1999~
pulp
made from fate
my coffee is an awesome blend
gratitude too the holy brew
platitude to mountains and sky
you see i asked God to sell gravity
God said: son your not pious
be with holy deeds and I’ll see you free
take a cup of piety every sunrise
then you have me; I don’t own gravity
it belongs to you that belongs to love
trust in coffee
for we are all made of art.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
These crayons are to be yours in a non compliant way,
be sky blue and grass green sky/green and grass blue.
The selling of works will not transpire to,
the funding of happy feet to read the 7pm news.
At napping, crayons must remain in said pack,
no intermittently placement of interjected colours.
If not attentive with a cut of colour from elsewhere,
you’re not to have a passive display of the king is dead.
Never a peevish abuse of crayon privilege, sentiment.
This must remain in your draft, drawn out correctly.
Seen on display for all, are your principles of each work,
produced and told in a non bias, conformist or radical way.
© Adam Blewett
2016
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