Mettle of the Mind E-Book

Adam Smith

• Herausgeber: DragonPoe
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Seitenzahl: 108

Beschreibung

Mettle of the Mind: Poetry of an Outsider is the result of three years of wandering through the country of Israel, where Adam Smith spent his childhood and most of his young adulthood. He struggles with self-identification within the complex system of ideas in this vast world—online, and in the military-centered world around him in the Middle East. Smith meditates on topics of religion, true self, alcohol, and being one with the world and the moment. You will find this work of poetry educational, amusing, and at times radical in regard to the state of the world.

Leseprobe

Mettle of the Mind

Poetry of an Outsider

Adam Smith

Copyright © 2017 Adam Smith

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-387-80052-0

Imprint: Independently published

DEDICATION

I thank my mother for giving me life.

And thanks to all of you folks who are reading my books.

CONTENTS 

PART I

PART II

PART III

PART IV

PART I

1

You ask for permission,

I ask for forgiveness,

I care so little about my past misconducted fugitiveness.

Oh, bloody, please! Return to me—

I cannot handle flight with broken wings.

2

You're perhaps alone but full of life,

I feel like a clownish stone;

I feel and beg so I cannot feel,

But yet once more that same thing

I cared to feel with you aside of me,

With you aside of me and aside of my open core—

I love now even more than I loved before.

3

Chances are small 

I may die alone after all.

You don't know me, 

You don't know how I go. 

Every time I see you, I know. 

There is a closeness of hearts, 

Time and distances tear us apart. 

I wish you could find a way,

I wish I'd see you some day.

I know the chances are small,

And I'll have to be full of merit,

And care for witches, who are not maidens at all. 

4

As time is passing.

I'm watching, harassing,

I think of the things you don't know.

There is no limit,

There is no soul,

That could conclude

What I should

And what I would.

As people are walking

And strangers are talking,

I wander in darkness and seek

For shatters of thine whole.

As time is passing.

The ancients are chasing the living

With stories of old.

I sit here and sing my ballad, my ode, and my song.

5

Mindless sea of emotions

Registers countless amount of distortions.

I gaze into the sea and see nothing,

But a consciousness free

State of me.

6

Keep it only “Why?”

Jesus, please don't cry!

Why the hell are you so down?

Look around, the world is still turning around.

You may forget the concept of the holy ground,

It's doesn't exist, trust me, I ate enough of this shit. 

One thing is true though, 

It's the person that lives inside of you, so 

Be rather handy, 

Don't eat candy when others starve,

Or overdo it with Brandy.

Go outside and find some people who’ve lost their ways,

Be prepared though, 

They may smack you in the face. 

They will test your logic, rhetoric, and skill of self-defense,

They will search for weaknesses in your mind—

And in your stance,

However, no one said it would be easy to make worthy friends. 

Therefore it was said:

Keep your allies close but your enemies closer.

I'm a friend.

7

My way in life is full of doubt,

But when I step into a ring

I know what I'm about.

Jab, jab, hook, jab,

That power that is flowing in my veins,

The foggy looks on faces of my opponents.

There is no story behind the hits I land,

I know one day I’m going to be a champ.

8

There is no place on Earth

Where you can hide from your dark past.

I want to see you run from your own shadow on a sunny day,

I want to see you without a gun walking at night.

Count the starts and ends of your own past,

Once it ends, you will see someone who'll play the final part.

9

Your opinion is so small,

After all, it all comes from beyond.

When I need it,

I'll make you roll

After all the dice is in my hand,

I don't need no Nike

Or Adidas or any other brand,

All I need is people,

All I need is a friend.

I'm looking in the mirror and see a ghost,

If not for the fearless monster, I'd be toast.

I walk upon the steps of Buddhas of old,

The glory of a Samurai, my inner me will withhold.

There is no sacred ground I couldn't spit on

And fight the guardian until the dawn,

I won't be done by the end of a day,

I won't be done anytime soon, anyway!

So you better be bond free

And run through the field careless and free,

Otherwise you’re going to be hit and hurt by the truth

And the terror you’re going to see

Through a sample of me.

10

Here I am, writing new rhyme

And it's only morning time.

I keep messing up.

This working seems to be stressing,

No friend shows up to ask me what's up.

So I go round after round

In hopes of reaching a peaceful ground.

Some sheets are lost,

Some treasures are found,

All is dope

As long as I have some hope.

I don't know how vast is the world,

But I know there is somewhere a place

Where you'll never ever feel cold.

11

Looking down,

Looking back up to my hometown,

Looking around,

Can't find the thing

That used to be,

Like chimes and bells ding—

Ding, ding, ding.

Can't find the thing

I'm looking for,

Feeling lost—

Even more than before.

But the world keeps on turning, so

My questions are unanswered, and I feel that I miss

What I actually should leave and dismiss.

No, no, no,

I wish I had a reason to fall,

No, no, no,

I wish I knew why I moved on,

Ta-da-dam, Ta-da-dam, Ta-da-da-da-da-da-dam . . .  

12

Look inside,

See what bothers you;

Look outside

See the reflection of the inside.

How different are you?

Can't you see

What's going on?

Did you even want to be born?

I don't ask,

I simply adjust

To the stream.

It's okay to have a struggle within.

However, you should take care of it

Because only then will you end this phony dream.

13

I forge my own destiny,

With every step

I tend to look back

And wonder whether

I was stricken by thunder.

No reason to live,

No reason to breathe,

However, there is

Yet some wonder.

Go out and seek,

For another soul,

For another trick.

I watch 'em all go,

I watch 'em disappear,

I wonder what else will appear.

When it appears, I sit and breathe,

There they go—

My destiny and my goals.

14

Once it is cold,

Once it is molded,

I will strike once again

To make it better and sharper

And cause no pain.

Then I’ll take on my scrolls,

I’ll put on the runes.

On one side with the power of Gods

And Odin's will,

My enemy flees.

A flame of blue will shine up on him who

Dares to stand against me or against you.

Mine blade yet slices

As their words leave their mouths:

"Oh Mercy! Mercy to me!"  

But I will just laugh,

And the sword will laugh too,

Then the bastards will flee or perish

Long before I do.

15

What happens when we stop?

What happens when we drop?

I hope there will be enough

Even though life may seem tough.

We should keep on going

Because planets will be turning.

And if you lose,

If you stumble,

Get up and move on,

Because that's a reason for all

To keep on and shine on.

16

Emptiness inside of me getting ahead,

My mind is slowly turning bad,

I hope I ain't going to go mad,

There is someone who could be waiting in my bed.

I wake up and I am yet not dead—

Dad?

What happens when we go to Heaven?

Is there even a place that they've labeled as Heaven?

Why do we care for all that shit?

Why don't we care about making no shit?

Shit's gotten real, they say.

Are you going to die?

No, not today.

17

At times, we need a blast in our own mindTo keep it all rolling . . .

To keep it all vast.At times, thinking is a big must, However, Zen is too suggested as a solution toA very wild mind.

18

Keeping up at night,

Hopefully one day I'll end this struggle,

This fight.

Hopefully

One day I will believe in seeing the light,

Hopefully there will be an end.

Hopefully,

I will understand.

I want to leave . . .

I want to leave this cursed land.

I have something else, something else,

Elsewhere . . .

If I die.

I won't cry,

I will smile

From above, or from below,

I will look upon Earth and laugh as I grow . . .

In Hell or in Heaven, the power of the master is even,

And no borders can hold his inner peace or his inner demon.

That's it, I'm leaving!

19

I see them fighting over mistakes

They haven't made;

I see them dying for reasons they can't even take.

Blood is all over the place,

Time to get out,

Time to get the hell out of here.

I smell the scent of sweat and blood,

They are near.

I have no fear,

Unsheathing my blade,

I'm ready. Come on. Let me show you how it's done.

One, two, three, four are down,

I'm on fire!

They better have had guns for hire

Because I'm a tornado—I'm a Minotaur's matador.

I ain't going to give up just 'cause I got slashed on the back,

Lost my eye, and I'm half dead

No . . . I'm going to fight to the end.

Your end!

20

That's about it—

He has given up to defeat.

No more stories behind his wounds,

No more glory in falling over ladies’ swoons.

He chills at a place of morte,

No one can take him away,

Not even forte.

I think I will come by

And simply wave my hand from a distance

As if saying “Hi.”

Alas, here he turns his back

And walks away as if I were no friend.

21

The last one is weird,

And at times may be feared.

I know little,

Almost nothing at all.

My being trembles

When I wake up alone,

I sit here in the dark

Upon a tombstone,

The fellow who lies here

Could be my friend,

Alas, he is long ago dead.

A black crow flies by,

Reminds me of a different fellow of mine

Who was a spy.

A black widow bit him,

And now he is alone

Lying in a random hut,

Trying not to spit off his own gut.

However, my story

Is written in different shapes,

I left my own domain,

I left my state,

I ran away from home several times

So I simply could wander around alone—

Completely on my own.

Three things I learned on the way:

One, trust in yourself;

Two, don't let the looks fool you;

Three, there is more to the spirit than the eye can admit.

At times, the world seems to be a deceit,

Yet, the world is as true as the mind you carry upon it,

Upon it, and through.

Tis time. 'Tis time to go.

I need to let the fellow rest on his own.

22

I cannot see the reason to be obsessed

With a solution to problems yet unsolved,

I can just see you trying to bring innovation

To the world of old.

Yore is taking its breath around here,

On holy ground people stop and tear,

I however stand and do not tear,

I fear that future is almost near.

Can't tell I, any longer

Whether it's me or that time moves even faster, stronger.

All I can say is that I gaze upon a reflection of days of yore

And find myself a gentleman

Without the urge for any kind of war.

However, how can I ignore the times that do pass

And try to awaken blood-thirsting wrath?

I won't be part of that game,

I might even give up the hero's fame,

Yes, I'll pretend to be dumb and lame,

I will take away the power of the big gun

And run and run and run

‘Til I'll find a proper place to spend my days pondering the pain and grace

Of days of yore.

23

Wish I could run to the other side of the world,

Wish I could plan an escape from the dawn of men's sake.

Satan possesses their minds and souls,

I wish there was a God

To make 'em all sorry and bow.

I wish I had enough time to plan my go,

But all I have is a dream of abundance and snow.

24

The world is small,

And I'm just stepping upon.

Can you heal my wounds?

Can you embrace me in the place I belong?

The doubt, the pain—they are both so strong.

My wounded mind

May turn my heart so dark and blind.

I'm your fool.

25

Couldn't believe

You're just a small leaf,

Couldn't perceive

The things you receive,

You cannot deceive,

I still won't believe

In you!

26

Why leave when you can hunger?

Why breathe when you can wander?

All I wish is time and your presence,

But I know I won't make it home.

I look at you and see my brother crying,

I look at her and see my mother dying,

I hope not to look at my past again,

But I know

If there is no agony, there is no man.

And that's the way my life turned out to be—