Adam J Steele

Adam J Steele

lessons hard learned

The sharp stinging pain of lessons that can only come the hard way. I’ve read it said a thousand times in books and song but never listened. But now …I know. And the knowing, itself is fleeting. Life’s whirlwind sweeps…

enough

what madness has lead to this, what chaos has fallen from heaven to find me here. Deep within the caverns of a misplaced soul, hope still lingers. sifting the wreckage of a once fervent love. a final cry for home.…

ramblings of a hell bent mind

Once bound by a desire to prove my masculinity, I cowered in fear of their judgment. Chained within the ideals of those that came before me and those that wholeheartedly subscribed to these notions. I was once told how gay…

puppet to this mind

wanna hear the musings of a scattered mindwell sit back …relax …and enjoy the rideI get these things that come to me in passing wavessmoke from a fire that burns insideit wells in melike a storm’s tide…     no place to…

i had to

I remember a time in my life when I was living a blue collar existence and there were mornings when I had to put off my work because I had to write. I had to. There were words in me…

for those who read them

i read your wordssigned by the gallant licks of flamethe most egregious of assertionsa righteous proclamation in lightall but vested by the Mother’s handquenched only by the driving rain I know the process….a confluence forms in the empty stillnessand calls…

Of Mind and Muse

All that once was is againSince the thunder and the windWent forth among other menComing with their ships at last Safe for their long camp in oneKept their place at dawn and ease.Morn and crimson than the sunSing the sweet…

all that’s lost is found

leave Me where the dirt road endsand Life beginswhere the bustling gives way to Serenityand You melt back into Herwhere the trees lean in to greet youthey remember when we were once Onewhere moss and bough and dewreflect your Souland…

for Them

stop telling people you need credentials to writewhen all you need is a penstop drawing pictures of the differencebetween us and poets none of it is truenot even when they told youand you believed them if your heart tells you…