Writer’s Block by Adam Dustus

Posted in Image Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 19, 2010 by dustus

Posted in life, mental illness, novel on April 15, 2019 by dustus

“And it seemed to him now that he had been so ill earlier because he had been able to love nothing and no one.”

Hermann Hesse (Siddartha)

Posted in I never knew you, love on April 9, 2019 by dustus

“Sensible people find nothing useless.”
— Jean de La Fontaine

(Quote used by my grandmother.  East Side High School, 1931)

 

Peace

Posted in Uncategorized on March 21, 2019 by dustus

Love, 

That is all.

While Holding Her Hand…

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on March 20, 2019 by dustus

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While holding her hand into sleep

Wondering if she hears me cry?
Feeling I lost all sense of time
Sitting beside mom euthanized
Telling myself it was a dream
Feeling I lost all sense of time
While holding her hand into sleep

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Good Morning Ocean

Posted in Poetry, Short Poems with tags , , , , on March 12, 2019 by dustus

Wind tousles dune grasshaiku
Tourists take sunrise selfies

Pacing gulls forage 

 

Lovesick

Posted in Short Poems with tags , , , , , , , on March 6, 2019 by dustus

When winter days feel empty
Ahead of spring’s warm thrill

It gets me through the worst of time
To think she loves me still

But that’s just wishful thinking
Straight Bourbon with a pill
When coming down to realize
It’s not worth feeling ill

 

While I Breathe…

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , on March 4, 2019 by dustus

While I breathe, I hope
Love will lead to peace

Home within my heart will bloom
From buried seeds of grief

While I breathe, I hope
As I live, I seek

Solace past forgiveness
Strength when feeling weak

With every exhalation
To full capacity
There’s a spirit one perceives
Beyond each sense and dream

Artistic Freedom’s Waive

Posted in Poetry, Short Poems with tags , , , , , on March 1, 2019 by dustus

They shall claim self-defense a joke
Having drawn-up silencing guns
In taking acquisitional aim
Subject to defamation lies for protection
Behind the rub of tarnished legal cloaks
Nondisclosing their collective loud mouth
Whose soul remains forever sold
Alongside artistic freedom’s waive