The Chronology of Adams

1. Innocence, infatuation and denial.

First kiss. First death. First heartache.

2. Lustful, brave and mechanical.

First adventure. First selfishness. First mind-game.

3. Peace, power and profoundness.

First impression. First age. First cowardice act.

4. Risk, freedom and foolishness.

First chance. First liberty. First betrayal.

5. Friendship, sex and alcohol.

First marriage. First child. First rape.

6. God, beauty and blood.

First connect. First heartbreak. First nightmare.

7. Passion, distant and vague.

First respect. First space. First babe.

8. Perfect, soul and lifelong.

First love. First sacrifice. First cross road.

9. Destiny, distance and uncertainity.

First safety. First maturity. First journey.

10. Game. Priest. Twins. 

First platonic. First silent wall. First Ghost. 

11. Brief. Brooding. Beautiful. 

First glee. First arms. First cut. 

Blue NIght

The stillness of deep dark eyes.

Glistening in the night, noticed by a sigh.

When will the bowl of fresh water come to me?

Quenching the thirst, of the scorching heat.

The heart quivers every time a maggot gnaws at it.

Poisoning the bread that life throws at it.

When will the serpent finally die?

Letting the garden come truly alive.

Piecemeals. Piecemeals. Kills gently.

There is no solution, only life in between.

When will the ice break eventually?

The demise of innocence finally.

Bare bodies and a naked soul.

Rotting heart that often cries foul.

How can I forget a life in scores?

Let me erase what’s not at my door.

A blue night that cries in pain.

Distant memories of life in rain.

Where am I going in this light?

Out of control in the stillness of night.

"Eve!"

"I know."

"It’s happening all over again."

"One last time. I promise."

Bewitched

"There is magic in the air."

"I have heard of white magic and black magic. Pink magic?"

"Magic that is delicious, pretty and healthy food for the heart and soul. "

"Ok. So what about it?"

"It tastes like warm, fluffy, soft, pink cotton candy. I am in a mood to dream now." "Hmmm…you mean day dream?"

"No."

"But you can’t control dreams. They operate on a sub conscious level."

"They can be controlled. That’s why I said there is magic in the air."

"Really? Wow. But, I still get my nightmares."

"Have faith. Take notice. Love back."

"Hmm…with all this magic, do you plan to become a pink witch?"

"Of course not! You know how hard I have tried to not cast a spell."

"Why do they get bewitched? Again and again.”

"It’s not me. It’s the pink magic hovering over my head."

"Hovering? I thought you have desired it all your life."

"Right now, it desires me."

"Let’s run to daddy in the night."