The Futility of My Breath: Rogue Thoughts Turned Poems

By Adam C Smith

This collection of philosophical poetry tears the human experience apart limb by limb and shows its basic forms. Espousing the unmistakable absurdity of what it means to be human and that life itself can be nothing more than a cosmic comical accident, Adam C. Smith touches on subjects such as life, death, marriage, children, God, religion, and suicide. Adams poetry cuts directly to the core of the human experience and leaves the reader with a cold, unshakable understanding that we are alone but free.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Feb 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781532017728

Adam C Smith

Adam C Smith was born in Austin Texas. During the intervening years he experienced the regional cultural variations from the Mid-West to the West and points between. His passions include: philosophy, ancient history, mountain climbing, MMA, bull riding, poetry, and racing motorcycles. He is supported by and supportive of a truly beautiful wife and three children in Denver, Colorado.

Book preview

A HEART WITHOUT A HOME

Like a clock that’s always broken,

I’ve pretended time stood still.

I’ve wallowed in my self-destruction,

Like a soldier too afraid to kill.

A somber tone of solace

Seems the order of our thought.

Collective hate and ignorance

This story absent of a plot.

Tears that hide behind a smile,

We tell ourselves we’re unafraid.

We’re slowly picked from time to time

To live our lives with the decayed.

You justify what needs not be.

You create a purpose out of none.

Like a meal without a recipe,

You’ll never know when it is done.

We disregard these blessed moments

As we fill our time with vanity.

Our stories lost within ourselves;

Pushing closer to insanity.

ELEGANCE

The revolver is my pen.

The paper is my heart.

Last words upon my lips,

No new place where I can start.

A choice of mine that I hold so dear.

A love of mine that creates my fear.

I’ve resented all that I’ve become.

I’ve forgotten what I thought was true.

If only I had open eyes,

And all my life came into view.

The banality of needing help,

This knowledge seems to guide me.

Like a boat without a paddle

Or the hangman who untied me.

The curse of understanding

My lack of constitution.

I’ll end this fight and close my eyes,

A glitch with no solution.

A thought of wishing I was free,

But mired in stale confusion.

A sense of guilt as I