@gloretadams.bsky.social
The dollar camera and the amateur photographer.
With my feet near to the line
Of tomorrow’s end
I hold secrets only known to a few
The agnostic hour is more certain than ever
I’m more grateful than before
Empathic to what joy means
Knows
I’ve fathomed the mysteries of beginnings
And knows where I was when the earth was founded
Of tomorrow’s end
I hold secrets only known to a few
The agnostic hour is more certain than ever
I’m more grateful than before
Empathic to what joy means
Knows
I’ve fathomed the mysteries of beginnings
And knows where I was when the earth was founded
August 29, 2025 at 11:28 PM
With my feet near to the line
Of tomorrow’s end
I hold secrets only known to a few
The agnostic hour is more certain than ever
I’m more grateful than before
Empathic to what joy means
Knows
I’ve fathomed the mysteries of beginnings
And knows where I was when the earth was founded
Of tomorrow’s end
I hold secrets only known to a few
The agnostic hour is more certain than ever
I’m more grateful than before
Empathic to what joy means
Knows
I’ve fathomed the mysteries of beginnings
And knows where I was when the earth was founded
Ships sailed
Singing stuck in throats
They’d never reach humanity
Cause’
No good examples were on shore
Instead
A genesis of rage waited
Made of torches
Ropes
Tree branches
Bad dreams
Turned nightmare
Inroads of made-up era
Bled into stereotyping
By
The hallowed
Unskilled in true religion
Singing stuck in throats
They’d never reach humanity
Cause’
No good examples were on shore
Instead
A genesis of rage waited
Made of torches
Ropes
Tree branches
Bad dreams
Turned nightmare
Inroads of made-up era
Bled into stereotyping
By
The hallowed
Unskilled in true religion
August 8, 2025 at 10:12 PM
Ships sailed
Singing stuck in throats
They’d never reach humanity
Cause’
No good examples were on shore
Instead
A genesis of rage waited
Made of torches
Ropes
Tree branches
Bad dreams
Turned nightmare
Inroads of made-up era
Bled into stereotyping
By
The hallowed
Unskilled in true religion
Singing stuck in throats
They’d never reach humanity
Cause’
No good examples were on shore
Instead
A genesis of rage waited
Made of torches
Ropes
Tree branches
Bad dreams
Turned nightmare
Inroads of made-up era
Bled into stereotyping
By
The hallowed
Unskilled in true religion
When our hearts defined our love
In the heat of the moment
We dedicated our dancing to the sunshine
Kicking-it all night
Memorializing the broken thermostat
The stuff of happiness in progress
In the heat of the moment
We dedicated our dancing to the sunshine
Kicking-it all night
Memorializing the broken thermostat
The stuff of happiness in progress
August 6, 2025 at 1:41 PM
When our hearts defined our love
In the heat of the moment
We dedicated our dancing to the sunshine
Kicking-it all night
Memorializing the broken thermostat
The stuff of happiness in progress
In the heat of the moment
We dedicated our dancing to the sunshine
Kicking-it all night
Memorializing the broken thermostat
The stuff of happiness in progress
My Damascus gentleman of lifelong pasts
Within the world’s blooming
I still wait for the morning dew
And you
My memories left on shores
Where flower petals opened to the world
And
I too you
We defined the delicate soil grain by grain
You defined me
My harmony and dignity lost to wilting
Within the world’s blooming
I still wait for the morning dew
And you
My memories left on shores
Where flower petals opened to the world
And
I too you
We defined the delicate soil grain by grain
You defined me
My harmony and dignity lost to wilting
August 6, 2025 at 1:23 PM
My Damascus gentleman of lifelong pasts
Within the world’s blooming
I still wait for the morning dew
And you
My memories left on shores
Where flower petals opened to the world
And
I too you
We defined the delicate soil grain by grain
You defined me
My harmony and dignity lost to wilting
Within the world’s blooming
I still wait for the morning dew
And you
My memories left on shores
Where flower petals opened to the world
And
I too you
We defined the delicate soil grain by grain
You defined me
My harmony and dignity lost to wilting
Reposted
We are turning Earth into a unlivable Hot House Earth
Earth was about 2.65 degrees Fahrenheit (or about 1.47 degrees Celsius) warmer in 2024 than in the late 19th-century (1850-1900) preindustrial average.
The 10 most recent years are the warmest on record.
climate.nasa.gov/vital-signs/...
Earth was about 2.65 degrees Fahrenheit (or about 1.47 degrees Celsius) warmer in 2024 than in the late 19th-century (1850-1900) preindustrial average.
The 10 most recent years are the warmest on record.
climate.nasa.gov/vital-signs/...
August 5, 2025 at 3:10 PM
We are turning Earth into a unlivable Hot House Earth
Earth was about 2.65 degrees Fahrenheit (or about 1.47 degrees Celsius) warmer in 2024 than in the late 19th-century (1850-1900) preindustrial average.
The 10 most recent years are the warmest on record.
climate.nasa.gov/vital-signs/...
Earth was about 2.65 degrees Fahrenheit (or about 1.47 degrees Celsius) warmer in 2024 than in the late 19th-century (1850-1900) preindustrial average.
The 10 most recent years are the warmest on record.
climate.nasa.gov/vital-signs/...
Time
The hourglass sieves the hours of our lives
A continuum of time
Of seconds and years of soon to pass
Progressing the gamut of a journey
The specific measure of yesteryears
Of our once upon a time
Of its own spell
Passing through a narrow escape
Though not us
The hourglass sieves the hours of our lives
A continuum of time
Of seconds and years of soon to pass
Progressing the gamut of a journey
The specific measure of yesteryears
Of our once upon a time
Of its own spell
Passing through a narrow escape
Though not us
August 5, 2025 at 6:05 PM
Time
The hourglass sieves the hours of our lives
A continuum of time
Of seconds and years of soon to pass
Progressing the gamut of a journey
The specific measure of yesteryears
Of our once upon a time
Of its own spell
Passing through a narrow escape
Though not us
The hourglass sieves the hours of our lives
A continuum of time
Of seconds and years of soon to pass
Progressing the gamut of a journey
The specific measure of yesteryears
Of our once upon a time
Of its own spell
Passing through a narrow escape
Though not us
Reposted
❤️🔥with a little heart in the clouds 💛
August 5, 2025 at 1:05 AM
❤️🔥with a little heart in the clouds 💛
My segmented simile
Of Poetry’s honor
Precepts and blanks
Lines and symbols
Signs of surety
Vices leaping
Be still my voice
My virtues rest
Latent and lasting
Portions lathing
Divided realities
Of salt and sugar
Your sweetness fallen
Lateral
Though conquest is yours
Of Poetry’s honor
Precepts and blanks
Lines and symbols
Signs of surety
Vices leaping
Be still my voice
My virtues rest
Latent and lasting
Portions lathing
Divided realities
Of salt and sugar
Your sweetness fallen
Lateral
Though conquest is yours
August 5, 2025 at 2:48 AM
My segmented simile
Of Poetry’s honor
Precepts and blanks
Lines and symbols
Signs of surety
Vices leaping
Be still my voice
My virtues rest
Latent and lasting
Portions lathing
Divided realities
Of salt and sugar
Your sweetness fallen
Lateral
Though conquest is yours
Of Poetry’s honor
Precepts and blanks
Lines and symbols
Signs of surety
Vices leaping
Be still my voice
My virtues rest
Latent and lasting
Portions lathing
Divided realities
Of salt and sugar
Your sweetness fallen
Lateral
Though conquest is yours
The Words Picture of The Day, 8-04-2025
Looking out, seeing the signs of the times, the atmosphere reminds me of a “Lion King”, barrenness. Again, I say, “It looks like somebody of shrewdness and cleverness schemed to have a country’s own people take it down."
Looking out, seeing the signs of the times, the atmosphere reminds me of a “Lion King”, barrenness. Again, I say, “It looks like somebody of shrewdness and cleverness schemed to have a country’s own people take it down."
August 4, 2025 at 3:23 PM
The Words Picture of The Day, 8-04-2025
Looking out, seeing the signs of the times, the atmosphere reminds me of a “Lion King”, barrenness. Again, I say, “It looks like somebody of shrewdness and cleverness schemed to have a country’s own people take it down."
Looking out, seeing the signs of the times, the atmosphere reminds me of a “Lion King”, barrenness. Again, I say, “It looks like somebody of shrewdness and cleverness schemed to have a country’s own people take it down."
What brings function to spirit
And the mind
Is it all these things seen
All those done
All what is now
What is next
Of worry and fear
Or what is hoped against
The barrenness of emptiness
Identified
—And when condolences are painfully felt
For the Dearly departed
As well for those present in life
And the mind
Is it all these things seen
All those done
All what is now
What is next
Of worry and fear
Or what is hoped against
The barrenness of emptiness
Identified
—And when condolences are painfully felt
For the Dearly departed
As well for those present in life
August 4, 2025 at 11:42 AM
What brings function to spirit
And the mind
Is it all these things seen
All those done
All what is now
What is next
Of worry and fear
Or what is hoped against
The barrenness of emptiness
Identified
—And when condolences are painfully felt
For the Dearly departed
As well for those present in life
And the mind
Is it all these things seen
All those done
All what is now
What is next
Of worry and fear
Or what is hoped against
The barrenness of emptiness
Identified
—And when condolences are painfully felt
For the Dearly departed
As well for those present in life
Hi. Love to all and the best of life for now and all times.
05-22-25
05-22-25
May 22, 2025 at 1:55 PM
Hi. Love to all and the best of life for now and all times.
05-22-25
05-22-25
For the good man
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
Even if you love someone else
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
If you let my house be your last stop
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
Cause’ I know you try to stay away
But you want my love no matter
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
Even if you love someone else
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
If you let my house be your last stop
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
Cause’ I know you try to stay away
But you want my love no matter
May 22, 2025 at 1:54 PM
For the good man
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
Even if you love someone else
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
If you let my house be your last stop
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
Cause’ I know you try to stay away
But you want my love no matter
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
Even if you love someone else
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
If you let my house be your last stop
Someone’s gonna love you no matter
It’s me
Cause’ I know you try to stay away
But you want my love no matter
It's a Personal Perception
Unto the hours of each day
My worry exists on its own
My cry of joy is muffled
The prattle of threats
Has broken through
From low-down and climbs
Higher and higher
I worry
It brings fate to precedent
And
Hallelujah hours are no more
Unto the hours of each day
My worry exists on its own
My cry of joy is muffled
The prattle of threats
Has broken through
From low-down and climbs
Higher and higher
I worry
It brings fate to precedent
And
Hallelujah hours are no more
May 22, 2025 at 1:52 PM
It's a Personal Perception
Unto the hours of each day
My worry exists on its own
My cry of joy is muffled
The prattle of threats
Has broken through
From low-down and climbs
Higher and higher
I worry
It brings fate to precedent
And
Hallelujah hours are no more
Unto the hours of each day
My worry exists on its own
My cry of joy is muffled
The prattle of threats
Has broken through
From low-down and climbs
Higher and higher
I worry
It brings fate to precedent
And
Hallelujah hours are no more
The scent of death blows in the wind
Killers breathe outward
Becoming nonbelievers minute by minute
Stands with sword against Creation
They make no renunciation of causing grief
In life
—Considers no mercy
A harshness of an accounting of no good
—Confession comes on death’s bed
Killers breathe outward
Becoming nonbelievers minute by minute
Stands with sword against Creation
They make no renunciation of causing grief
In life
—Considers no mercy
A harshness of an accounting of no good
—Confession comes on death’s bed
May 22, 2025 at 12:39 AM
The scent of death blows in the wind
Killers breathe outward
Becoming nonbelievers minute by minute
Stands with sword against Creation
They make no renunciation of causing grief
In life
—Considers no mercy
A harshness of an accounting of no good
—Confession comes on death’s bed
Killers breathe outward
Becoming nonbelievers minute by minute
Stands with sword against Creation
They make no renunciation of causing grief
In life
—Considers no mercy
A harshness of an accounting of no good
—Confession comes on death’s bed
Decline gears toward reverse
When the strength of social stability
Is left to a few
—we watch the storms
Tolerance is wayward
Bent under the feet of evolutionary steps
Walking-all-over those sleeping on the street
The awe of wonder quiets itself
It is the movement of nightmares
When the strength of social stability
Is left to a few
—we watch the storms
Tolerance is wayward
Bent under the feet of evolutionary steps
Walking-all-over those sleeping on the street
The awe of wonder quiets itself
It is the movement of nightmares
April 21, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Decline gears toward reverse
When the strength of social stability
Is left to a few
—we watch the storms
Tolerance is wayward
Bent under the feet of evolutionary steps
Walking-all-over those sleeping on the street
The awe of wonder quiets itself
It is the movement of nightmares
When the strength of social stability
Is left to a few
—we watch the storms
Tolerance is wayward
Bent under the feet of evolutionary steps
Walking-all-over those sleeping on the street
The awe of wonder quiets itself
It is the movement of nightmares
“I will kill you”
Boldly said or in one’s head
Of plot
Or of secrecy instead
For reasons surmised
Because of the spontaneity
Of madness
The seeded growth
Of the killer’s outreach
— A mother cries
Worry
Despair
Grieves
Even in rest has no peace
Has no comfort on earth
Boldly said or in one’s head
Of plot
Or of secrecy instead
For reasons surmised
Because of the spontaneity
Of madness
The seeded growth
Of the killer’s outreach
— A mother cries
Worry
Despair
Grieves
Even in rest has no peace
Has no comfort on earth
April 18, 2025 at 11:25 AM
“I will kill you”
Boldly said or in one’s head
Of plot
Or of secrecy instead
For reasons surmised
Because of the spontaneity
Of madness
The seeded growth
Of the killer’s outreach
— A mother cries
Worry
Despair
Grieves
Even in rest has no peace
Has no comfort on earth
Boldly said or in one’s head
Of plot
Or of secrecy instead
For reasons surmised
Because of the spontaneity
Of madness
The seeded growth
Of the killer’s outreach
— A mother cries
Worry
Despair
Grieves
Even in rest has no peace
Has no comfort on earth
My fridge door
My life story
Illustrated by little fingers
Stick figures
Stick legs and arms
Me
A face with hidden eyes
My life story
Illustrated by little fingers
Stick figures
Stick legs and arms
Me
A face with hidden eyes
April 18, 2025 at 2:10 AM
My fridge door
My life story
Illustrated by little fingers
Stick figures
Stick legs and arms
Me
A face with hidden eyes
My life story
Illustrated by little fingers
Stick figures
Stick legs and arms
Me
A face with hidden eyes
Man gives dominical worship
To his dominium rules and ownership
Though knows not all days belong to Sunday
And sinners belong to nothing
Do not know his own name and nothing is his
He lathers hands and never washes
Worships the canonical hours
But never shows laudatory gratitude
To his dominium rules and ownership
Though knows not all days belong to Sunday
And sinners belong to nothing
Do not know his own name and nothing is his
He lathers hands and never washes
Worships the canonical hours
But never shows laudatory gratitude
April 16, 2025 at 1:40 AM
Man gives dominical worship
To his dominium rules and ownership
Though knows not all days belong to Sunday
And sinners belong to nothing
Do not know his own name and nothing is his
He lathers hands and never washes
Worships the canonical hours
But never shows laudatory gratitude
To his dominium rules and ownership
Though knows not all days belong to Sunday
And sinners belong to nothing
Do not know his own name and nothing is his
He lathers hands and never washes
Worships the canonical hours
But never shows laudatory gratitude
What wakes you before sunrise?
Me? It is unrest, the fear of sight, seeing, though unknowing. Yet knowing, a brokenness has occurred. It is fear of helplessness that has made itself so well known. It is fear, even if we escape those sounds in the nights, days bring its noise too.
Me? It is unrest, the fear of sight, seeing, though unknowing. Yet knowing, a brokenness has occurred. It is fear of helplessness that has made itself so well known. It is fear, even if we escape those sounds in the nights, days bring its noise too.
April 10, 2025 at 10:52 AM
What wakes you before sunrise?
Me? It is unrest, the fear of sight, seeing, though unknowing. Yet knowing, a brokenness has occurred. It is fear of helplessness that has made itself so well known. It is fear, even if we escape those sounds in the nights, days bring its noise too.
Me? It is unrest, the fear of sight, seeing, though unknowing. Yet knowing, a brokenness has occurred. It is fear of helplessness that has made itself so well known. It is fear, even if we escape those sounds in the nights, days bring its noise too.
Love...
Privacy under the stars
The moon smiles
It’s lighted face happy with joy
A brilliance filling itself
Unfading before daybreak
Gleaming
Seeing brighter
Wanting ears to hear
My love’s whispering
—Excited seeing him taste
Sweat beads
Persisting ‘til
My muffled moans turn
To screams
Privacy under the stars
The moon smiles
It’s lighted face happy with joy
A brilliance filling itself
Unfading before daybreak
Gleaming
Seeing brighter
Wanting ears to hear
My love’s whispering
—Excited seeing him taste
Sweat beads
Persisting ‘til
My muffled moans turn
To screams
April 9, 2025 at 11:12 PM
Love...
Privacy under the stars
The moon smiles
It’s lighted face happy with joy
A brilliance filling itself
Unfading before daybreak
Gleaming
Seeing brighter
Wanting ears to hear
My love’s whispering
—Excited seeing him taste
Sweat beads
Persisting ‘til
My muffled moans turn
To screams
Privacy under the stars
The moon smiles
It’s lighted face happy with joy
A brilliance filling itself
Unfading before daybreak
Gleaming
Seeing brighter
Wanting ears to hear
My love’s whispering
—Excited seeing him taste
Sweat beads
Persisting ‘til
My muffled moans turn
To screams
Good afternoon.
The disasters of the hours hurt my heart.
I care.
The disasters of the hours hurt my heart.
I care.
April 9, 2025 at 11:10 PM
Good afternoon.
The disasters of the hours hurt my heart.
I care.
The disasters of the hours hurt my heart.
I care.
The Beauty of Mischief
The sounds of joy
The ripple’s sinusoidal quietness
Beneath his whispers he relieves himself
As he transverses my spirit
I sense his ever so slight bubbling
Washing over my surface pain
Moving me
And my body waves
Back and forth until his ripples are no more
The sounds of joy
The ripple’s sinusoidal quietness
Beneath his whispers he relieves himself
As he transverses my spirit
I sense his ever so slight bubbling
Washing over my surface pain
Moving me
And my body waves
Back and forth until his ripples are no more
April 8, 2025 at 2:58 PM
The Beauty of Mischief
The sounds of joy
The ripple’s sinusoidal quietness
Beneath his whispers he relieves himself
As he transverses my spirit
I sense his ever so slight bubbling
Washing over my surface pain
Moving me
And my body waves
Back and forth until his ripples are no more
The sounds of joy
The ripple’s sinusoidal quietness
Beneath his whispers he relieves himself
As he transverses my spirit
I sense his ever so slight bubbling
Washing over my surface pain
Moving me
And my body waves
Back and forth until his ripples are no more
Hi to the whole wide world.
Make happiness for self and others your cause.
I care.
Make happiness for self and others your cause.
I care.
April 7, 2025 at 4:10 PM
Hi to the whole wide world.
Make happiness for self and others your cause.
I care.
Make happiness for self and others your cause.
I care.
Connections
Relationships
Based on perspective
Of relatedness
Not as notches on a ruler
That only construes measurements
The relationship
Is
The greatest measuring device
Of premeasured capacity for
Growth and change
Though measurements are standards
Relationships require them as well
Relationships
Based on perspective
Of relatedness
Not as notches on a ruler
That only construes measurements
The relationship
Is
The greatest measuring device
Of premeasured capacity for
Growth and change
Though measurements are standards
Relationships require them as well
April 7, 2025 at 4:10 PM
Connections
Relationships
Based on perspective
Of relatedness
Not as notches on a ruler
That only construes measurements
The relationship
Is
The greatest measuring device
Of premeasured capacity for
Growth and change
Though measurements are standards
Relationships require them as well
Relationships
Based on perspective
Of relatedness
Not as notches on a ruler
That only construes measurements
The relationship
Is
The greatest measuring device
Of premeasured capacity for
Growth and change
Though measurements are standards
Relationships require them as well
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Many think that art should be provocative and in your face. It certainly can be important and freedom of expression is salient, but it can also be gentle and compassionate. It can help us feel love, gain insight of the human experience, and stir empathy. Vincent taught me that.
#artquote #art
#artquote #art
April 7, 2025 at 1:13 AM