The Early Hours
By Adam Gary
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Every artist transforms throughout their time. The Early Hours is a goodbye to the first incarnation of Adam Gary, the quick firing beat inspired poet of youth, to a more thorough, thoughtful and dedicated poet on the cusp of his 30s. Maturity and craftsmanship is on the menu now, and as we say a fond farewell to old, we are served a delightful
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The Early Hours - Adam Gary
The Poet’s Role
The poet’s role is not to rhyme.
tis not to enjamb or
write lyrically.
Not to capitalise, grammarise
or even spell correctly.
The poet’s role is to capture
humanity’s soul;
History passed by in a blink
but forever held in the poet’s ink.
To rouse, and to sooth.
Romanticise and fantasise.
To love, and smile, and frown and curse and hate.
They may use tools and train
to heighten the words they spake
but that is not
the poet’s
role.
Do not
get carried away
but carry away.
(previously uncollected)
A Poem
I sit at my desk
Turning
This beautiful blank page
Into scribbled mess of mundane.
Insane, I am to think that such things
Are of interest to anyone.
That my words, my thoughts,
Are worthy of any body’s time.
When really all that is at the back of my mind
Is ‘when can I put my feet up again and
Grow my belly tenfold(s).’
Is a poem really a poem, when it’s just random ramblings?
What is a poem?
What is art?
I’m just getting my release and silencing the urges,
But I guess it’s a start.
(previously uncollected)
A Poet’s Poem
This poem
sucks.
I am just a man amongst many men
amongst many women
amongst many children
amongst many beings,
And I cannot write.
I may write in rhyme and metre
In form and with tools.
But there is still
a silence
over me.
I cannot write.
I cannot write
and it bugs me because I can write.
I cannot write.
This poem sucks and I know it
Heart contrite and contracting ribs
Why
Can I not
Write
When all I can do
is write?
(previously uncollected)
I Think We’ve Lost It, Mate!
Mindless labyrinth of wild wonder,
Enveloped in stories of unicorn steeds.
Neglect is a dastardly fend,
Ticking time bomb before an overspilled, invisible plunder.
Arson of the cerebrum
Letting flames spread uncurbed.
Hell dressed as a freedom fighter.
Every eye locked to mock and spy,
aren’t they a little disturbed
…
And from time to time my mind tangles too,
Like long discarded cables and wires,
Thoughtfully getting fantasy and reality completely confused.
‘Help’ a word I never call,
For I think I’m rather enjoying this fall.
Silence.
No hands reached for mine... or theirs.
Or a comforting arm over the shoulder.
Just rolling eyes
Or chuckles and snarky mutterings
Killing us slowly in our
Fantastical inebriated state,
Eh, I think we’ve lost it mate!
(previously uncollected)
Poetry
Poetry.
The way it bleeds from your