Good Morning, August

Arrested

We mystics call this unseen thing our mother
And some lay prostrate before Allah as they pray towards the flame
Our brothers who are atheists will simply call it love,
They do not think it needs another name

And our Christian sisters see God as an ocean
That revealed itself inside a drop of rain
We’re a patchwork quilt of prophets, diviners of the way
Stitched as one by our collective joy and pain

We are each of us children of the same great light
Ashes in flight
Everyone contains a universe within their eyes
Show me yours,
I’ll show you mine

Our parents labored ceaselessly to build it
The only temple where our spirits dwell
Through drunken nights of worshipping the music at the bar
Casting love into the darkness like a magic spell

We are saplings in this forest of existence 
Infants putting words to wordless things
Alive in yellowed photographs inside the futures hand
Serendipitously waking to our own being

We can make profane petitions
In our closets on our knees
Meditate upon the symbols and not what they mean

Or let love be our religious manifesto 
Let gentleness become our morning prayer
Let kindness be our ceremonial offering to God
Let every breath be worship,
Lay our spirits bare 

I will burn in the fire with my brothers
I will burn until we are clean
I will burn in the fire with my sisters
We will melt into the unseen 


Ashes In Flight

Words & Music by Adeem Bingham 
Recorded live at The Ghost Motel in Knoxville, TN
under direction of Dylen Terflinger 

From the new album Kyle Adem is Dead out 4.08.16

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Thousand Golden Coins

This was a poem written by Summer Awad that I thought sounded like it could be a country song and so I made it into a country song. Summer's poetry is amazing. Look her up.

Do you have a poem you would like turned into a song? Place an order at www.AdeemTheArtist.com/SongGarage and send me the poem. I'll use minimal to no creative input to sync the poem to a unique and original melody.

Old K-Mart (Children Of Divorce)

This song was written as a poem by Mike Burkholder that I converted to a lil' song and features Brock Henderson on steel guitar. It was recorded live on WDVX and you can hear a new song every Monday by subscribing to my patreon at www.patreon.com/adeemtheartist 

It's fresh and cool and also helps me to afford to go on tiny tours and create more music.

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Adeem is a seventh-generation Carolinian, a makeshift poet, singer-songwriter, storyteller, and blue-collar Artist.

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