Flower Skin

I've waited for this moment for so long,

To be your lover and whisper your name.

Tears of joy are in my eyes, that just the thought of you

Could heal my pain.

Should I be your one and only,

Could I be your one and only,

Could I be the one, so lonely.

Give me the faith to face my fears,

In a world so perfect, so green.

I long to be with you under shadow tree.

Let me smell the skin as flower, to feel the heat of paradise within.

No one can kill the missing here as lond as you are near,

Like flower skin.

Dead End

Eyes look, but never see,

Mouths open, not a word is spoken.

Hollow voices in a small dark places.

Dead End.

Lonely paths that never meet the lonely

people at there feet.

Stars have, in this small part we play

as they fall towards their dying end.

Carl Paris Adams c2006

after a long day

Going Down

When the sun comes up,

I'll be going down, down underground

Where the breath of life begins,

Where the wicked ones end.

Going down, way down.

When the sun comes up,I'll be heading down.

Down underground.

Deep in the Mother Earth ground.

Down deep, in deep, deep down.

When the sun comes up.

Carl Paris Adams c2006

Gold Fish Bowl

Going to be putting up some of my poetry, mostly just to see what it looks liked in print, weather I will publish them is another matter.........



Pull on God's Beard

Go on, let Him know your still here,
Go on,
Let Him know, I dare you,
Go on, shout, goon, call.

Let Him still know you are there,
Go on, pull on that beard.

Breath the life He gave
And pull on God's beard.

Carl Paris Adams, c2006.