Prockstem

Badass fly I’m flying, flying Buzzing all around Have you heard my buzzy sound? I fly from one place to another, For me there is no other like flying Back and forth, it’s a shame People regard my existence as a curse. Adam Prockstem Smith

Atmosphere There is a taste of tragedy in space I lost the heaven’s grace Perhaps not all is lost Perhaps I just need some air To reorganize the human dare Adam Prockstem Smith

Blitz I play alone I play hard stone My heart is pumping between my bones I am so dry as dry as the desert itself There is money involved in the mix I am hard leathered self Why? Why me? Every chosen one seeks for an answer The certainty of things is like a mind’s cancer I beg you please don’t stop My mind is full but my body is still sturdy I am heavy with the thought But God, oh God I know there is an end to the misery of self Once the universe treats me right I will awaken to be a normal man in-between hordes of sleeping zombies Adam Prockstem Smith

Clean Cut Bald, shaved head of mine All the attachments to beauty are gone Gone are the thoughts as well I feel as a newborn baby Clever, kind, pure Don’t ask me why? But in my simplicity, I feel secure Adam Prockstem Smith

America San Antonio San Francisco Drinking vodka Dancing disco San Diego San Ramones Looking like Bernardo Jones Adam Prockstem Smith

All Around The peace on Earth And muddy dance That endless farse And blistered tense That mighty light That one may bring And all in power of her wink Adam Prockstem Smith

Poem about loneliness

About daily pain

Poem about one sided love

Poem about illusion of a girl

Poem about my writing process

Poem about men and women

Short sketch.

Stuck. Are we equal?

Chill.

Angel of death is a businessman.

Shady mustard upon this bastard.

Sokah!

Write.

To sell or not?