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INDEX:SunshineDead EyesDream DeadFriendship DarkGod is DeadMy Muse(more)Long DistanceOf Daggers and PensOf LoversOne Night of LoveOthers (The Song)PiecesRoses are RedSex RocksStep by StepTaraThe ChaseTo BeTrue LoveTweekers Love and HumorValley of DeathWellWhat is LoveWomen of My IllusionsFlight From Love
=========P-Sunshine:
Please my sunshine come back to me,for the darkness cloaks me and binds meand I need your touch, of lightto bring the most from me, and I from you.Please do not take the sunshineof your face from me.The darkness it leaves behindwhen gone is more than anyonecan handle or deal withFor what is lonelinesswith out the sunshineof your face and being.
Mike2007For Linda----------------P-Are we having fun yet:
Are we having fun yetspeaks of my things.For what is fun?For some it is beat me,wipe me and make mefeel loved. For others itis just seeing a kids smile.
Mike2006-----P-Dead Eyes Eyes stare backthey are deadand black, no lifethere, but memories Memories ofthe time I sawthem last. And what wewas to doand saidand dreamed. They did it tothemselves, butwhat of usthe survivors? Those who livepast the momentof their death Be it accidentor stupidityor suicide Those eyes stareback and Iforget alland nothing. So I cryand otheras well formemories gonebut remembered but not up frontbut behindthe maskwe put up hope it willstay therebut ourmakeup runsand the paincomes through. Dinner anyone? Mike2006 Wierd how the death of someone, will haunt you for years. For Eugene Dalilak, Everett Dick, Bon Tate, Karen, Karl and others I still find hard to remember,or name, or even remember their names, but one day the pain will back to the game, and we can deal with things.---P-Dream Dead A man, a womenA dream, a childborn of bothshared together. A dream or justfantasy illusion. Mike2009-------P-Friendship Dark:Your a friend,So hit me hard,Beat me and,treat me bad,hate me and,love me not.I want love,you give me hate,I want affection,you stab me hard,hurt me in ways,most sick,So I sit here aloneand dead, and wonder,why this gun,is in my hand,and I just have,to think of you,and know why.Mike200?-----P-God is Dead Hero, or villainSaint or demonGod or Devil Mike2009not finished (got some ideas but ... Just seen Watchman so ..)------P-My Muse:
What is my muse, you drive me from the deeps, and rise meto the heavens and beyond, and then with no notice,you drive me back into the oceans deep and dark,to wonder why, what did I do to deserve this torment,I who loves you more than anything,who is your lovers and fan beyond all others.Why do you torment me so, what did I do to deserve this,to taste the life beyond the dark and forbidden oceans depth,to see the light and more, and then not to rest in its light,but crash down like a whale sounding back into the depths,cold and alone once again..Why are you so cruel my muse, what must I do to join you once again,and know your sweet caress? What?I have asked many a time, to have no answer,until you strike me like lighting and up I rise once again,to know the thrill and joy of rising, rising, higher and higher,with no care of what will happen once I have risen high,into the sky, I think of it not, for to know your scent,your touch, your inspiration is all I live for,for I have the hope that you will need me once again,and call on me, even if in a cruel state, I know you are mine,and I am yours forever more, until death takes me in the end,and I pray to be your lover more..On to the end of time, and beyond.. For what am I, but yours,and you are mine, my muse, fast and cruel, but joyousbeyond any drug of man.I scream for you, I live for you, I need you, thou you seemneed me not, but what hope have I? What hope?I scream to the light high above unseen but remembered,what hope, a dim one yes, but still one.. So I sit hear in the dark,waiting, waiting, with memories of the light and you my muse..Waiting for your call, your touch so sweet like the first lovescaress, for who are you, but my first and now only love,for no women of women can call me like you do,can touch me like you do, can reach inside me and draw me outand up like you do..What kiss born of mortal women can spur me on, up and up,into the heavens high, and make we wish for you my love.No mortal women is of such a beauty as you,what powers they have pale compared to you my lady love,my muse so like gossemer, fleeting like mist in mornings first caress.But leaving a taste for more, please my lady dearest call me,I plead, for without you my dear, I am nothing, but a mortal man,locked in mortal darkness, only with your touch can I extendbeyond the mortal, and onto the immortal, only for your love do I live,I strive, I drive on into the dark once more, with sweet thougthsof you and the hope of you.
Mike Adams20 April 1998.I can write more, but I have to sleep, for my muse has worn me out...Boy I can be a real moronic sap. Mike Adams 2001------P-LONG DISTANCE LOVE:
To cute the man says, the women replies,yes, but you love me anyways, yes and more,but how to keep my self off the floor fromloving you, for you are there, and I amhere, and the floor is closer, than the door,how to love another so far away, to kiss and hug,to touch and tease, to know her as a womenand as a friend, with out the knowing the eyes,the soul, the joy of her sighs, the look of herhair, the knowing she is there and he is here,to bodies, two souls apart but connected by wiresand glass, distances far but love shared.
Mike 2005Work in progress------P-Of Daggers and Pens
The agony, my heart, be stillmy beating bleeding heart,for the dagger she rams homeis one of pain, and agonymost dear, with death theresult.. the pain, oh the pain..Drive it home, oh sweatdagger of agony sharpand pain divine..Render my heart,with your pens aflame,show its true measure and fame,love it or leave it,but never forget it,for in the picture,much is said of my heart..In the renderingis the finding,to vision of my soul,laid bare for youto see, or othersin eternity.
Mike2004-----P-Of Lovers:
Ah to look in eyes of light and see love reflected back to another and to you my dear, my lady love I do scream passions shared and bodies entwined she walks through the door her emotions are strong for him he looks into her eyes as she walks to him she puts her arms around him and he kisses her, passionately she kisses him back both know what is going to happen they embrace each other lovingly they know what is about to happen Oh War, who is it good for? A question asked by many. What is it good for? Economy I can ask? Life, not likely.(Inspired by another who helped. Sadly forget who. Meg I think.)
Mike 2000--------------P-One Night of Love:
Dear, one night was all we had.A night of bliss, of touchcuddles, fondles, and soulscoming together as one.But the in our passionwas tragedy for fate toreus apart, leavingwounds un-healing.Love, lust, desire andbonding is still here,nagging at me pushing meto share once more in waysno persons can stand.But we must stay apart.But in this is the tragedyyou are there and I am herewe know why we can not sharemore and it hurts, scars mysoul, and dooms me to knowingyou are there, I am herealways as one, joined as oneNever able to be one again.My bed it full but it isnot you, I wish it wasbut you know why.Does not mean I can notfantasize, wish, want,and desire, but in thisis the tragedy for itdims all around memakes all dull and grey.Going through the motionsof living and caring.A walking dead personbleeding slowly throughsmall wounds but deadly.Sapping the life from meMy soul dead and darkknowing it can be fulland alive once againbut no hope is theanswer and remedy.Night my love of anight and forever.
Mike2008-----------------P-Others (The Song)
The song we all hear before we die,to face our fate, and our deeds doneor not done, promises given, somewe rose to, and some we denied,some we destroyed, and somethat was destroyed..
Mike2005The song we all hear before we die, to face our fate, and ourdeeds done or not done, promises given, some we rose to, andsome we denied, some we destroyed, and some was destroyed..----------------------P-Pieces: Piece by piecepart by parteach memory apart of a whole a whole that isfalling aparteach time to thinkof someone lost A part goneto the darka dark of alone alone in the darkall gone once knownnow gone into thedark of ... just gone. Barelyremembered now, butonce a life loved. But now just piecesfragments of a wholethat was lovedknown and missedslowly goinggoing gone intothe darkness ofI am not surejust gone. Missed and coldcold and apartfrom the wholeof us, friendslovers, or justfamily but allmissed. somelonged for, lovedlusted afteror just smileslost to timeand memoriesshort and cloudy. Things once intensedull with timebut some naggingon, obsessivein intensityunable to letit go, even fora dangerous priceof all else palinginto nothingness. Pieces falling fromanother life, untilall that is leftis the memoriesthe pain andemptiness of life,all sacrificedto the pain of thefallen and gone. Forced out, castout, all othersfall aside the wayfor nothing isso bright as thedarkness of regretand guilt un-let. Un-let go, and knownfor what it is?Guilt for deedsdone or not donepeople saved orunsaved, or let go? Or just wanderedaway, into the greyWhere did they go?Closure for some,Wondering for othersBut many just wanderedaway and disapearedand all is left isfragmented memoriespieces falling apartby the second untilwhat is left butpieces of a brokenman, on the floor. Alone in the darkWondering who theywas, and why I hurt But what of themwhere they gowhat pains do theyhave and left. Mike2008-------P-Rose are Red Roses are red,violence bringsblood, blood fallson ground a landscapeof bodies floatingin a sea of hateand anger, diseasecomes and agony toall, in the end,fertilized is groundand roses red likeblood on snow. Mike2003------P-Sex Rocks Damn, you are hot. lovely of face, of features and grace, of body morecan be said, but mind is not for there, for friends to be made, and notto be laid, but thougts hard not to go there, but good to be.. I shall,to lust for her, mind, body and soul, to see the beauty of all three,all in due time and course.. ah to see her there, before my eyes, towish to kiss her lips, to feel her hips next to mine, to hold her close,with arms shared and entwined. to worship at her face, and to know asmile of her face, to give her all and more..To feel her warm and soft, to smell her scent, to know her love, to feelher, it drives my mind to thoughts of love, lust passions shared.. butfriends for now and ever more.. to squash the passions rising, and keepthem low and hidden. And not exploding..love to behold her moon, and know the flow of your hair down breastslaid bare to the site of love.. To behold the necks, to be kissed, andtasted soft and sweet, slow and gentle, to hold the body close.. todance as one, slow at first, but more to follow..
Mike2004------P-Step by Step
Step, step, step, but I look backand can not see the steps, and knowwhere I came from or where I am going,but yes, the steps are to big, to grand,and grandious no vision that goes backinto that fog behind, that far to seehow far they are apart, so I stepsmaller steps still as I step, andlook I can not see them all, no joy inthe seeing of them for they are still notthere in my minds eye.So smaller steps and on and on,and finally I find that just a smallstep, more a shuffle is what I needso I can see of how I bleed or howI go from place to place, lost, butnow I am found for in the steps small,I see where I am going, where I havebeen and can find joy in knowing thatI have stepped at all. And know, I amcompleting things doing things, makingsteps to improve my lot in life that Iam not walking in a fog or a bog of sandholding me fast but in a lane of my owncreation into the future, and the promiseof completion, of happiness in the doing,and knowing, of organized thoughts and dreamsnot lost in the morase of my own mind andhome, but links I can see now, visionsof things I have done and measure in myminds eye and memory now fast.
Mike Adams2004 ---------------------P-Tara
How to write a poem of a lady,who came in the nite, met in the niteand left before the moon came to showits face, to light this lady fareand regal, english of manner and bearing.Tall by means unknown and unsaid, her hairlong and dark, her voice smooth and soft,hard to hear but wanted, by ears of a manentrapped by her beauty and grace. Partingcame hard but needed, for the time was niefor the parting, for the bean of lifehad struck at her heart and being, and offshe road into the nite, that moonless nite, down roads that he could not follow or daredto follow for in the joy of the meeting wasall he could ever hope for, and knew the chasingwas doomed to death door and beyond. So he castthe thoughts of more than to know she lived,her journey swift and secure and home to speakof just whispers, but nay that was not to be,for she was but a fantom of love or longing,a shadow that passed into the nite and litethe man with joy of meeting but once,and never more.
Mike2003----------------P-The Chase:
To love you, let me count the ways,to be loved, wanted, needed, desired,and had, to be chases and taken downand held down like an animal, and loved,slow and easy, or fast and hard..Mike200?----------------P-To Be (Rap)
To be or not to be, what the hell is that question,of course I rise in the ghetto, to cap some brotherswho cause me pain, or I just let the bitch hump me rawand I love it..To be or not to be, what the hell is that question?Should I raise up and cap the fucker, or should I justsit here dead and dismembered?Mike2005(2009)--------P-True Love
what can be said of it,true or illusionlife long dream orjust pain lookingthe sun lightensme up or darkensme like stygian nightso what is true lovepain or joydeath or lifeall I know iswhen I find itI will know.
Mike Adams2000(let me know what ya think, first in a year)------------------P-Tweekers Love and Humor
oh lady of the cam, how I wish I was there,to bask in your humors lite, to know how lovelythe site of you, and know first hand your humorand love of it.. To tell a joke and see your facelight up, to know it was for you I told it for,and not for another, to see you brighten upthe day, with whit and whim, jest and humor dear..Ah dear lady, to behold you in your lovelynaked self, to caress your neck with teethand lips, to taste each inch with tongue, slowand gentle, to taste the skin, soft and sweet,to feel the lust slowly build, to hold you close,and see your eyes, to fel you hands on me,and mine on you, to hold you close, dancingslow and gentle, to taste you more with lipscombined, tongues entwined, building ourmutual lust, with hands exploring, looks of lustand joy at our meeting, bodies moving in timeto the music erotic, feeling things rise at the feelingof you near. ah your neck, tastes devine, like wineof passions sweat.. sweet combining as our bodiesare closer, with cloths thrown about with out a care.who cares about cloths, when two wish to be one,to share passioned longing, to taste and share, notjust bodies, but minds and souls, to become onewhere we find our selves..Sorry.. you look to nice to be seen as an objectof lust.. more like someone to hold close andjust enjoy the company, of your warmth and smile.. Someone to see across a room and know, she is there,and I am here, and we are friends for ever more,married or just sharing time and space..Love your elven eyes.. how they sweep backfrom your nose, in a delightful curve.. hard toexplain.. your lips red, and kissable, your nose,so missed, your ears to be touch and things saidto them, soft and gentle.. your teeth so much yoursmile, lights the darkness of the soul, and showsthe beauty of the humor of your being..Things said that only lovers share, of bliss shared,and words of love and passions wanted, but never done,for the distance is great, and how to share it togetheras one, is the irony of life and tragedy of themoment and times cruel pains..
Mike2004-----------------P-Valley of Death (Humor)
hail mary full of cum, the sperm is in you.. darn..blessed art thou, your not a virgin,blessed is the fruit of my penis.. Jesus!thou I walk thru the valley of the shadow of death,I will fear no evil, cause I am horny and all knowwhat that means.. Here kitty kitty, yo evil,where art though? time to fuck.. time to stroke the pussy..
Mike2004-------------------P-Well:
I am well as well..but like to exploreyour well and findways to bring it forth,to suck on it and bringhappiness to you and yoursby the sucking of your well,the water and dip my tongueand fingers deep inside it andbring forth a paradise, a bliss,a heaven on earth by the tasting,or just drinking?
Mike200?---------------------P-What is Love:
What is love,pain and agony,loss and depression,desire and lust.Or joy, and freedom,friends and acceptance,massage and touch,squuezes and teezesA thought, a touch,a squeeze, a tease,a look, an emotion.Or just painunending.Mike2005---------------------P-Women of My Illusions:
oh. sorry. well, dear from what I remember,you are poetry, to my mind, a lovely beingof face, hair, eyes and neck, body and mind,soul and sexy in a whole way, an illusion of my deluded mind, the hope of a greater thing,that dissipates with the mornings sun..
Mike Adams1998?------------------P-Flight from Love:
Ah the man crosses the stage. Exploring what is beyond. he walks slowly, for he knows the doom that awaits. A doom that will damn him and his kin to agony, long and hard. An agony bought with pain and lust, of love and wants given. But a price paid most dear. He crosses with a shuffle this man of doom, as he walks to the ship, to know a new land and place, for in his home he is no longer welcome. For forces have come to force him out, starvation or flight is his options, he boards the ship, signs the manifest and sheet of servitude indentured.
For years will go by until he breaths free, his own air not someone else's. To know not a master, but his own life gained again with much agony and pain. And his question still will be, was she worth it, that buxom filly of women, Of a noble house, of a foreign land, of lips of red rose, of breasts of milky white. Of thighs long and lean, of garden shaved and dark, and lips both, moist and tongue longing for his kiss and passions shared, and lips wanting a man to make her women, to show her the pleasures of a man, a lover, and make her a women. With rivulets of blood at passions shared, he took a women not of his class and race and she doomed him and his own for centuries, for it was found out through tongues a wagging, he was forced to flee into the night and go to lands. Far and long away and know not the green hills of home ever more.
Mike Adams2003(2014)------------------Copyright 1998Mike Adams