Poetry 201511/2020
INDEX:P-A Hero Dies Today 2015P-A Rose 2015P-Abandoned 2015P-Alive 2015P-Alive Forever More 2015P-All Numb 2015P-Allyson 2015P-Alone 2015P-Amber 2015P-Amber Megan 2015P-Ambers Kiss 2015P-Ana 2015P-Analyzed Insane 2015P-Angel 2015P-Angel of Heaven 2015P-Anger Numb 2015P-Anxiety Blues 2015P-Are We Having Fun 2015P-Attention 2015P-Avinar El 2015P-Baby 2015P-Banshee Run 2015P-Bare Balls 2015P-Beast of the Night 2015P-Beat Me 1st 2015P-Beat Me 2015P-Beat Me 2nd 2015P-Beat Me More 2015P-Beat Me Total 2015P-BebitaLinda 2015P-Bella 2015P-Bendlyn 2015P-BiPolar 2015P-Bitter 2015P-Bitter Girl 2015P-Bitter Love (What is Love) 2015P-Blood 2015P-Brandy 2015P-Breasts 2015P-Breath 2015P-Bride of Baudelaire 2015P-Broom 2015P-Brutal 2015P-Buddies 2015P-Bush (Muppet) 2015P-Bush 2015P-Butterflies are Free 2015P-Button 2015P-Caballeresco (Knightly) 2015P-Caroline 2015P-Cell (My) 2015P-Cell 2015P-Challenge Me 2015P-Changed 2015P-Chantal 2015P-Cheated 2015P-Choose Life (I) 2015P-Christ 2015P-Colleen 2015P-Corruption 2015P-Cowboy Gangbang 2015P-Custody 2015P-Daddy 2015P-Daddy Why 2015P-Daggers And Renderings 2015P-Days of Slaughter 2015P-DC Bitch 2015P-Dead by Drunk 2015P-Dead Dreams 2015P-Dead Eyes 2015P-Dear Husband 2015P-Dearest Lady 2015P-Dearest Christ 2015P-Dearest Everett 2015P-Dearest Kate 2015P-Dearest Lady 2015P-Dearest Lady 2015bP-Death and Dying 2015P-Defining Friends 2015P-Demon of the Dark D20 2015P-Demon+of+the+Dark+D20+2015P-Denied Love 2015P-Depression 2015P-Depression of Loss 2015P-Der Gral 2015P-Destructive Love 2015P-Destructive+Love+2015P-Dominated 2015P-Doorman to Hell 2015P-DOORMEN TO HELL 2015P-Dream Dead 2015P-Dreams Not Forgotten 2015P-Drunk 2015P-Elderado 2015P-Enjoy 2015P-Entranced 2015P-Erotic Dominate 2015P-Erotic Lover 2015P-Eyes 2015P-Eyes 2015aP-Faith and Fear 2015P-Faith+and+Fear+2015P-Fantasy 2015P-Faraway 2015P-Fat Love 2015P-Father 2015P-Fear 2015P-Fear Driven 2015P-Fence 2015P-Five Percent 2015P-Flight from Love 2015P-Flirt Demon 2015P-Flying to You 2015P-For a Lovely Lady 2015P-For a Muslim Woman 2015P-For Sam 2015P-Forgive Me 2015P-Forgiveness 2015P-Forgotten 2015P-Freak Dancing 2015P-Freedom 2015P-Friendship 2015P-Friendship Dark 2015P-Frozen Michelle 2015P-Gangsta Christmass 2015P-Gangsta XMass 2015P-Geeks Revenge 2015P-Ghosts of the Past 2015P-Glory 2015P-God is Dead 2015P-Going Insane 2015P-Got to Fuck 2015P-Grail 2015P-Green Eyes 2015P-Hail Mary 2015P-Hail Mary-Valley of Death 2015P-Hairy Leggs 2015P-Handles 2015P-Happiness 2015P-Happy Place 2015P-Hate and Fear 2015P-Hate Me 2015P-Haunted Eyes 2015P-Help Me 2015P-Hey Joe 2015P-Hippy Chika 2015P-Hookie 2015P-Hooters 2015P-Hooters Sight 2015P-Hormones Raging 2015P-Horror Limerick 2015P-Hot Chocolate 2015P-Hugs 2015P-Humpty Dumpty 2015P-I Am Borg (We ARE BORG) 2015P-I Choose Life 2015P-I Mike 2015P-I Will 2015P-Illusions of Love 2015P-Illusions of Love-SCA 2015P-Installed Rose 2015P-Iron Woman 2015P-Ithaca 2015P-Jackhammer 2015P-Janis 2015P-Jessica 2015P-Jill 2015P-Jingle Balls 2015P-Joyous Souls 2015P-June 2015P-Kami 2015P-Kate 2015P-Katrina 2015P-Klansmen 2015P-Knightly 2015P-Know To Much 2015rP-Lady Love 2015P-Lady Olumide 2015P-Laura 2015P-Left Right 2015P-Life is a pain 2015P-Life is a Pain at Times 2015P-Lightning Crash 2015rP-Linsee 2015P-Linsee 2015aP-Liz Complete 2015P-Long Distance Love 2015P-Longing 2015P-Lost Life 2015P-Lost Self 2015P-Lost Sunshine 2015P-Love Lust 2015P-Love Me 2015P-Lovely Ladies Gifts 2015P-Loves Pain 2015P-Lust 2015P-Lycaine 2015P-Madame Gotti 2015P-Martha 2015P-Mary 2015P-Mask 2015P-Melissa 2015P-Melody 2015P-Mike (Who is) 2015P-Mike 2015P-Mike I 2015P-Minerva 2015P-Mistress 2015P-Mistress 2015aP-Mistress Mischief (aka Ana) 2015P-Monie 2015P-Monie 2015aP-Moonlight on Snow 2015P-Morgoti 2015P-Morgoti 2015aP-Morning Star 2015P-Morrigen 2015P-Mother Made 2015P-Musing Gate 2015P-Musing Gate 2015aP-Muslim Women Eyes 2015P-My Cell 2015P-My Denial 2015P-My Little Man 2015P-My Little One 2015P-My Little Soldier Boy 2015P-My Lover Thorozine 2015P-My Muse 2015P-My Secret Love(r) 2015P-Nadine 2015P-Native Women 2015P-Nature 2015P-Needy 2015P-Needy 2015dP-Negative 2015P-Nicole 2015P-Nite Lady 2015P-Nite Sweet Lady 2015P-Numb 2015P-Obsessive Love 2015P-Ode to Brides Ass 2015P-Of Daggers and Pens 2015P-Of Drama 2015P-Of Jill 2015P-Of Love (Dark) 2015P-Of Lovers 2015P-Of Three 2015P-Of Why I Cry 2015P-OF YOU 2015P-Of Youth 2015P-Old Age 2015P-Olumide 2015P-On Ruby Wings 2015P-One Night of Love 2015P-Orphan Lines 2015P-Others 2015P-Outcast 2015P-Overclocked 2015P-Paige 2015P-Pain Maximum 2015P-Party girl (2) 2015aP-Peace 2015P-Peace or Piece 2015P-Pieces 2015P-Pimp Bill 2015P-Pity Me 2015P-Please 2015P-Poem of a Women 2015P-Poets' Need 2015P-Pretty Power 2015rP-Pull The Trigger 2015P-Raven 2015P-Raven's Call 2015P-Reborn 2015P-Reflected Anger 2015P-Ride the Wind 2015P-Rights 2015P-Rights 2015wP-Rise to Stand 2015P-Rise to Stand 2015aP-Rose are Red 2015P-Rose Petals and Cuffs 2015P-Roses are Red 2015P-Roxy Sexy 2015P-Ruby Wings 2015P-Rudof the Horny Ranger 2015P-Rudolph 2015P-Saddam 2015P-Saw You 2015P-Scar on Scar 2015P-School Glory 2015P-Seas Bounty 2015P-Secret Love 2015P-Self 2015P-Self Abuse 2015P-Self Abuse Love 2015P-Self Love 2015P-Semper Fi 2015P-Sex for Peace 2015P-Sex Rocks 2015P-Shaka Edit 2015P-Shakespeare Out Takes 2015P-Shame 2015P-Shannon 2015P-Shantal 2015P-She is Gone 2015P-Shellina 2015P-Shoes and Roads 2015P-Shorty 2015P-Shut down 2015P-Sink Hole 2015P-Slashes 2015P-Slashing through the Foe 2015P-Sleep 2015P-Slut from Calais 2015P-Small Steps 2015P-Snow 2015P-Solitude From Love 2015P-Spanked 2015P-Step by Step 2015P-Steps 12 - 2015P-Steps 3-2015P-Sticks and Stones 2015P-Sticks+and+Stones+2015P-Suicide 2015P-Sundance 2015P-Sunshine 2015P-Survivors Guilt 2015P-Sweet and Shy 2015P-Sweet Lady 2015P-Syndrome Slogans 2015P-Tabitha 2015P-Tara 2015P-The Chase 2015P-The Course 2015P-The Fallen 2015P-The Four 2015P-The Grail 2015P-The Outer Dark 2015P-The Wall 2015P-The Word 2015P-There 2015P-They Are Gone 2015P-THINKING OF YOU 2015P-Tinkle-Tinkle Little Prick 2015P-To Be Rap 2015P-To Lay 2015P-To See Your Jenny Cry 2015P-Tok Whore 2015P-True Love 2015P-Trust Me 2015P-Trust Me 2015LP-Tupoc 2015P-Tweekers Love and Humor 2015P-Two as One 2015P-Umberage 2015P-UnUnited States 2015 (Inc)P-Val Lapp 2015P-Valkyries 2015P-Valley of Death 2015P-Vampires Kiss Total 2015P-Vasti of the Flame Red Tresses 2015P-Vicky G 2015P-Walk Together 2015P-Wanted 2015P-We Are Borg 2015P-Well 2015P-What is a Man 2015P-What is Love 2015P-What women want 2015P-Whore From Killarnie 2015P-Whore Limerick 2015P-Wind Cleaning 2015P-Windcry 2015P-Windy Love 2015P-Winter 2015P-Women of Hind 2015P-Women of My Illusion 2015P-Work 2015P-Working Poem 2015P-Worms 2015P-Would you kiss 2015P-Young Son 2015P-Your Name 2015P-Youth 2015====P-A Hero Dies Today Hero or villainor just poor foolsuffering or aspiringacceptance finding fearmisunderstood or drivenaway or mad. Not wantedor appreciated, doing all for them, butthey drive you awayor locked away andforgotten, so why doesthe hero do it?Salvation, penanceacceptance, or its allit knows or hope forso in the end, a herodies today. Mike2009===P-A Rose
oh, ah your eyes like diamond sparking black and dark, mysterious they are, hiding lust behind cold hard eyes.. cold eyes, passions light a fire of lust and passions dark and dangerous, miles separated, but souls bound together he sees her there, and falls hard to the floor, not a floor of wood or stone, but of love and lust eternal, unrequited and unable to be showed and done.. bodies tied together, kiss for kiss, touch for touch, feel and warmth shared as passions flame hot and burning bright.. one nite, an eternity of love and bliss. shared passions.. oh touch, and caress, cuddles and kisses, fluids shared and dreams explored. shall I kiss you slow, hands exploring down a back, cloths sliding off, kisses gentle on shoulders bare, hair flowing down, moved by lovely women, in mind, heart and mind.. eyes of crimson dark, or brown as earth, warm and heated by the sun.
Mike2003
For Rose===P-Abandoned
Feeling abandoned,neglected, not wanted, no one have patience to be with you, to teach you and help you along, and you help them as well. Alone, left behind, not wanted or needed. How to feel anything more. When you trust no one not even your self.
Mike2006===P-Alive
Today alive,tomorrow not.
Alive full of dreamsHopes and Aspirations
Now dead in hellsfire of death, war and desperation.
(More?)Mike2011/2014===P-Alive Forever More:
Alive she sits there, beauty is her name, life and earth are bornto her, dragged to join and know her close.But I far away, neverto know her sight,her feel and touch,for I am damned eternally forever moreto this darkness of shameI sit here, dark to theworld, and dream of thelight I once painedand in agony I sitalone, forever moreshamed of the timeof obsessive timesI once thought of herand drove her awayforever more.
Mike Adams2003
For Kim and others.===P-All Numb
No eyes to seeNo ears to hearNo skin to feelAll senses numbAll senses deadNo distractionsNo pain feltAll tastes deadAll is dead and dullLeft aloneNo distractionsJust the empty spaceAlone and happy
Mike Adams2011===P-Allyson
Allyson, my dear child of an alley that leads deep into my heart of hearts, beating strong at the sound of your name, and thought of your voice..
Mike2004===P-Alone
Alone and singleOne alone outcastAshamed or not wantedOr just unknownUnwanted push awayDropped off and forgottenHidden away in dark placesAway from all
Or just seen brain deadStrong back but whatIs known of the aloneFor they are alone
No friends and familyIs in name but alienCalled geek or freakAnd family ignoresOr does not wish to Know or are the onesCalling you freakAshamed that one existsBut termination is lateSo the creature livesHidden away.
AloneSingularOutcastOr unknownAlienShamefulGeek or freakAshamed ofOneScaredUnsure of selfAnd othersRunning fastAnd hard But to whereFor no oneWelcomes himOr wants himUnless it dirtyNasty or meanOr advantage ofHis or her needTo be wantedEven loved.
Mike2014===P-Amber Megan
Well, your hair is like amber rivers falling from the heavens sunlight, eyes full of mirth and joy, teasing to say more, nose perky and upturned, ah to see it full, lips and smile, light the room, and broaden the sunlights amber of her hair.. lips to be savored and kissed, tongues to be twisted, body to be held close and explored by loving hands, long and slow, every nook and cranny, nose to smell her scent, soft and gentle, taking time to savor each drop of it..until life passes and joined in heavenly bliss, two bodies entwined as lovers, cloths gone in a heap, lost to the side, as hands explore, lips and kisses taste each others body, warm and hot the temperature rises, as the bodies join, and joy comes like a torrent of rivers of passions fruit..Breast to breast, body to body, thrust to thrust, each body giving its all inspired passions that rose from long time denied, never to be given, but always there, to explore on a nite of control lost, the lovers fall to bed, and gasp, YES they collectively say, and laugh and giggle at the coincidence of words said together, for they explored both together first to kissthen to touch, then to explore and finally to explode together in mutual sunfire inspired bursts of solar power.
Amber Kiss Part 2Ah to kiss, cheek to cheek, lips wanting more, but denied for to explore the passions shared, brings doom and agony most dire, as they know the kissing, hugging, cuddles caught, and touches and looks given, will destroy them both, one for life given up the other for love no longer able to be returned, for death brings an end..even of passions needs..
Mike 2003===P-Amber Megan
Well, your hair is like amber rivers falling from the heavens sunlight, eyes full of mirth and joy, teasing to say more, nose perky and upturned, ah to see it full, lips and smile, light the room, and broaden the sunlights amber of her hair.. lips to be savored and kisses, tongues to be twisted, body to be held close and explored by loving hands, long and slow, every nook and cranny, nose to smell her scent, soft and gentle, taking time to savor each drop of it..until life passes and joined in heavenly bliss, two bodies entwined as lovers, cloths gone in a heap, lost to the side, as hands explore, lips and kisses taste each others body, warm and hot the temperature rises, as the bodies join, and joy comes like a torrent of rivers of passions fruit..
Breast to breast, body to body, thrust to thrust, each body giving its all inspired passiones that rose from long time denied, never to be given, but always there, to explore on a nite of control lost, the lovers fall to bed, and gasp, YES they collectively sigh, and laugh and giggle at the coincidence of words said together, for they explored both together first to kiss then to touch, then to explore and finally to explode together in mutual sunfire inspired bursts of solar power.
Amber Kiss Part 2Ah to kiss, cheek to cheek, lips wanting more, but denied for to explore the passions shared, brings doom and agony most dire, as they know the kissing, hugging, cuddles caught, and touches and looks given, will destroy them both, one for life given up the other for love no longer able to be returned, for death brings an end.. even of passions needs..
Mike Adams05/27/03===P-Amber Kiss
Ah to kiss, cheek to cheek, lips wanting more, but denied for to explore the passions shared, brings doom and agony most dire, as they know the kissing, hugging, cuddles caught, and touches and looks given, will destroy them both, one for life given up the other for love no longer able to be returned, for death brings an end.. even of passions needs..
Mike Adams2003===P-Ana (Mistress Mischief)
In your eyes, eyes that flash with smiles and frowns, with morons and with clowns, with lovers and with friends, to light the room or strike it down, her eyes smile, her smile smiles, and death has no place in my heart, for her smile is of light and joy, of love and pleasure shared, not of sex, but of soul, of vision done as one..
How can I describe it, the alter of her being, smooth of skin, lithe of body, face to cause me to slaughter each other for a moment of her time. How to worship at your alter, or die trying. How can I love you, with pain, and delight, of love and caress, or look and delight, of touch and sight, or soul and more, of kiss and caress, of hair and a mess. Or just you being you.. smile for me?
Darkness falls, the world is at an end, for she has closed the curtains tight, from my heart, and words. ah sweet light, how thou tempts me to look up and enjoy the heat, warmth and pleasure of your rays and times, but darkness comes to quick, and I am cast down back into the pit of my own doubt, and lonely soul. Trapped once agian, until you fall, fall into this darkness to light it up, to give it hope, truth, knowledge, and more.. But until then, I sleep..
Mike Adams2004
Mistress Mischief in your eyes, eyes that flash with smiles and frown, with morons and with clowns, with lovers and with friends, to light the room or strike it down, her eyes smile, her smile smiles, and death has no place in my heart, for her smile is of light and joy, of love and pleasure shared, not of sex, but of soul, of vision done as one..
darkness fall, the world is an end, for she has closed the curtains tight, from my heart, and words.
ah sweet light, how thou tempts me to look up and enjoy the heat, warmth and pleasure of your rays and times, but darkness comes to quick and I am cast down back into the pit of my own doubt, and lonely soul. Trapped once agian, until you fall, fall into this darkness to light it up, to give it hope, truth, knowledge, and more.. But untul then, I sleep..===P-Analyzed Insane
Beat me, whip me, tell me wrong, am I nuts? Insane crazy or just weird am I mutant or rebel hero or cripple, told I am nuts a mutant crazy and insane and this corner I am in, analyzed into it by thoughts are they right or wrong, or just ... here.
Here in this corner, back along walls together, locked here, with no way out, to go, backed into a corner, with no door, door to show me out, where am I, how did I get here to this corner, to the left is wall, the right is wall, to the top ceiling low and sloping thus, this point, and floor is dark, cold, like dead space, cold and soaking up the warmth of me into it..
Mike2005
(Need to edit)===P-Angel
Hair tight and up, eyes mischief incarnate, eyebrows that inspire, nose perky and bobbied, eats pierce and lickable, hands crossed to hide behind them, breasts firm and lovely, like mountains of love and joy to the eyes of man, with many things hidden behind cloths, dark and glitter..
Mike2003
For Angel===P-Angel of Heaven
She stands before me, a creature of heaven, bright and angelic, hair flowing down past shoulder pale and lovely, eyes bright and full of life and promise, nose, cute more would waste the words, lips that beg to be kissed, long and hard, tasting each inch and part, exploding tongues that entwine like wild snakes, chin that is strong and firm, shoulders bare to his kisses, and tongues and tasting, as his hands clasp around with hers. Pulling each other close, warmth combined, inflaming, souls that explode and mingle like snow and fire or of oil with oil.. like one being..
They stand, moving together, gliding together as one, cloths sliding off, thrown away like waste, strewn around the room in their haste to come together and express theirmutual lust and love.
Mike2003===P-Anger Numb
I feel numb with no anger to sustain meto fill me and hold me tight to keep me going to provide comfort and warmth when alone, no pain to remind me mortal I amto remind me that I live.. Now just numbfor the pain has past, or just hiddenbut the anger is gone and I am numb and lost, music once held me, not itis dreary and boring, no effect justnumb, feeling nothing, but the emptyvoid that was my hate, anger and pain. So I am just numb.
Mike2005
Dedicated to a Coast Guard Diver. Or a strange meeting at a Air Force Mental Ward. His job was to recover what was left after someone jumping off the Golden Gate bridge.I forget which he empathized with.
===P-Anxiety Blues Anxietywhat can be saidyou run, hide flyaway The fun of anxiety and the attacks and depressions
===P-Are we having fun yet.
Are we having fun yet speaks of my things.For what is fun? For some it is beat me, wipe me and make me feel loved. For others it is just seeing a kids smile.
Mike2006===P-Attention:
Sex, love, affection, need of attention, what is the truth for some it is power, others it is touch, others it is knowing they are alive and still got it, or just to be seen.
Mike Adams2005===P-Avinar El (My Jinn)
so what you doing other than being more like an angel to my eyes, to make this poor world seem like hell and I dragged her from your gaze and beauty by a cruel world..
Here, just drawing in the joy of your face, the peace of it, and the calm of it, to see it for every day until the end is here, would be paradise..
I should go soon, to much heaven dulls my mind and makes me sleepy..I got a goal, now to make it happen? but okay, buddies for now, but like diamonds, gold and emeralds, you a hot item, wealth beyond measure and if I don't get you, some one else ill.. He best be damn good.. you are Helen, to drive men made with lust, desire, to have you, to keep you, to take you away, to know you, to quest and have you, to know the pleasures of your company, or just star dumb, just looking..Nose, is cute, like a deers nose, soft to the touch, to be kissed and teased, nose to nose, or tongue or more.. how to love it, but it is you, the whole you, and no more..
Take care, I am off, to dream of you, and hold you close.. why you bring it out, should I not share it, or keep it hidden?
understand to well, that is the tragedy of us, time, space, and net, tie us and divides us.
MikeWork in progress 2005===P-Baby
Baby BornBaby DieAbortedThrown AwayNot wantedor wantedjust not to be.Baby bornbut not neededfor he is gonemother crazyso baby dies.
Mike2009
(Abortion is not a form of birth control, wild how people will fight for an convicted, admitted killer, but will think little of putting a baby to death, all cause its not convenient?)About babies born or not born, killed or ..Or the loss of innocence and kids having kids.===P-Banshee Run:
A banshee screams into the night,Up from a bed they do jumpwhere, when, who, howas cloths jump on to my frameas I say good bye and run intothe night duty call or justa night. Running, acrossground icy, slippy anddangerous but they runlike a mad man, forsomeone dies tonightor not, I hope for mytime is spent to gettheir quick, safe, withthose who can do their bestto keep all alive.
Good the rig is warmstarts, all readyconnection, wherewhere and where, topick up quick onon the way. Door openand I am on my way.Left, right, forwardon to the breach or justmake it so for others
There he or she is,clothed like mebarely on running.Jump inside, what we haveand on, lights flash or notquiet night, so fast.But keep it safeThere they are.And in we go, withcops help and firementoo, we enter, whatto find. Scene Secure.Fire or dangers humanhelped to be gone.
Chief complaint,cause and symptomobserved itemsand allergiesdrugs and issues
Blood pressureobserved issuessmell and touchor just a twitch
Collar on, or splintsor bandages, IV in.On board, but carefulone two three we go.gurney on and comfyfor the cold can killinto the ride we do gorun run run other timessplint, tape, four by fouror just morale support
On into the night toplace of healing I do hopeDoctors waiting, nurses tocops taking statementsone two three to anotherbed, and monitors
doctors workingnurses helpingbags pumping,air in, nose or mouthblood and fluidswarming up, and alivenot dead, and cold.
Heart pumpinglungs fillingbowels releasedcatheter in or notdrip drip dripgoes the meds,saline and plasma.
Stitches if needed.Alcohol suspectedFamily there or notor none, or next.Bruises seen, soresmany, smells awful.Cloths in a corner
Reports to do andremember, for latertimes and legal orjust what we missif anything?
Transport, readybag sled, and shredpapers, ready and comfyescort here,family said goodbye. Off to the portwe go, holding handall is well to the plane.Thank you.
An on to the landsbelow, for better carefor stable is okaybut more must happenor does or just in case.
Sadly some do notget so far, or hurtsabide and come.Not all saved, it hurtsbut grieve abidesguilt or just how?Done better or at all?Why, no trust of ustheir friends or justthings happen?
Driving bad or drunk?Issues of age or timeconditions comenot all live, some shortsome long, butHearts give out, lungsdeflate, time is hereor just sugar low or high.abuse, and pain, no willto live or just ..
Mike Adams2009
For all who go into the night with the hope that they can save someone.===P-Bare Balls:
Bare your balls and stare at the place that should be there, but is not, the heart being gone, the soul as well, all that is left is hot, horny, steamy sex and you say to your self, what the fuck.
Lets fuck!
Mike2005(last line added 2014?)
For: singlesuzi41===P-Beast of Night 2013
Meth LabCard HouseWhore HouseStrip ClubMassage ParlorLow Income Housing/ProjectCab/Taxi
What else?
Bars and clubs?
Club - dancing and likeBar - Drinking===P-Beat Me Beat me, strip me,whip me, love me,drive me wild,but never driveme broke.. Beat me, whip me,hit me, fry me,even sadists need love.. Mike Adams2006===P-Beat Me
beat me, whip me, tie me to the bed, love me, leave me, hit me, scare me, leave me for dead..
Mike2005(work long in progress, many versus)
added
Love me, leave mespurn me hurt me spurn me, tease meleave me for dead===P-Beat Me 1st
beat me, whip me, tie me to the bed, love me, leave me, hit me, scare me, leave me for dead..
Love me, leave mespurn me hurt me spurn me, tease meleave me for dead
Mike2005(work long in progress, many versus)(actually 12st and 2nd or 2nd and 3rd)===P-Beat Me More:
beat me, whip me, love me, leave me for dead, never forget me.
beat me, whip me, suck me fuck me, but love it all the same..
hold me, use me, tease and please me, but never say good bye
for now, is our time, our place, our moment in the sun or just to show each other the pleasures of the spirit and flesh are as one, combined and totally in line, and harmonized extreme..
Mike AdamsDec05===P-Beat Me - Total I:Beat me, strip me,whip me, love me,drive me wild,but never driveme broke.. Beat me, whip me,hit me, fry me,even sadists need love.. II:
beat me, whip me, tie me to the bed, love me, leave me, hit me, scare me, leave me for dead..
Love me, leave mespurn me hurt me spurn me, tease meleave me for dead
III:
beat me, whip me, love me, leave me for dead, never forget me.
beat me, whip me, suck me fuck me, but love it all the same..
hold me, use me, tease and please me, but never say good bye
for now, is our time, our place, our moment in the sun or just to show each other the pleasures of the spirit and flesh are as one, combined and totally in line, and harmonized extreme..
Mike AdamsDec05/2006
Mike2005(work long in progress, many versus)(actually 1st and 2nd or 2nd and 3rd, Beat me More)===P-BebitaLinda
Damn fine women I see before me, hair short and fine, eyes sharp and piercing, nose rounds and pugly, but far from ugly, one to be kiss and touched.. Lips lovely and kissing, before my face, I see a beauty, whose lips are great for kissing, for holding and hugging. A smile that shines into darkness of my heart and draws out the love and delight of the site of her sitting before me, full of form, shoulders to be kissed, ears to tasted, eyes to be seen and locked in, for to see them, and her soul, is my delight and bliss..
Mike2004(2006 edited some)===P-Bella
Bella, a women of dark skin, but soft as satin, soft and supple,body full of promise, eyes that speak of many things of man and his lusts and desires, lips full and enticing to make a saint fall from grace to kiss them long and full, tongue entwined, satin tight and formed to fit her tight and silk that shows onlywhat she wants, promising many things..
Mike2004===P-Bendlyn She stands before me, a creature of heaven, bright and angelitic,hair flowing down past shoulder pale and lovely, eyes bright and fullif life and promise, nose, cute more would waste the words, lipsthat beg to be kissed, long and hard, tasting each inch and part,exploding tongues that entwine like wild snakes, chin that is strong and firm, shoulder bare to his kisses, and tongues and tasting, ashis hands clasp around with hers. Pulling each other close, warmth combined, inflaming, souls that explode and mingle like snow and fire.or of oil with oil.. like one being.. They stand, moving together, gliding together as one, cloths sliding off, thrown away like wasteditems not needed. Mike Adams2003/2013===P-BiPolar
Dark to lightBut where is Grey?Up to downBipolar andOf a low but whereis the sides and middleor lost in clouds of speedfrom high to lowtop to bottomlight to darkdepresson deepand deadlylost in a sea ofconflicthate and lovepositive to negativebut nothing in betweenBetween cliff and rocksbelow and death hardfor none can hang onto this cliff hangeralways on the edgebetween heaven and hellplesasure and painuntil all is lost andgone, never happyand be neutral.
Mike Adams2007
BiPole, BiPole, so off my meds I go, and wonder why I am inMexico the old bipolar I am happy, so off my meds I go, and wonder whyI am now in Mexico?===P-Bitter (12/13/2004)
I need a muse to live for, to inspire me to heights of poetic bliss..why not dear, you are a lovely women, sexy and lithe of body, smart and grand of mind and soul, why would not a man wish to worship such a being of beauty as you and be inspired for an eternity and more.. wakng but to worship and pleasure her or she with him?
starting with your feet, and working my way up legs of iron, and hips just nicely wide for good love, and breasts shaped to be beheld, neck and shoulders bare to my eyes, and lips, and lips to be kissed long and hard, tongues entwined and shared..
grin, and shared as one, us together in our dreams, a dinner long and sensous, eyes meeting and souls merged as one, lips to be kissed.. Yes, vegitarian, but his meat is not for normaldining but for sharing, for exploring, for tasting but not eating as we know it.as long as you do not mind one piece of mine, that may be said to be meat, that you will make an exception to no-meat?
Then dancing, close, cheek to cheek, with all knowing from our looks that it is love, a meeting of not only bodies but of souls..
grin.. as long as if the mode goes as we might go, that I can gather at the gardern of your sweet rivers of legs, as they come together, to explore the garden and the gates within, and behold the small pleasure bud and excite it to budding and watered lawns.the garden has a lawn and it must be excited to be wet.."hi, hello...and i will plunge into your sweet bud and water your lawn with my big garden hose..." a loving man, who wishes to share a moment if at all possible, with a lovely lady!?what happiness can a man have but a moment of pleasure, physical or just social..you have it dear.. Will have to have you come north, so we can explore each otherand live with together, for I would love to have a warm women like you as a live in roomie/lover..
Mike2004===P-Bitter Girl
I need a muse to live for, to inspire me to heights of poetic bliss.. why not dear, you are a lovely women, sexy and lithe of body, smart and grand of mind and soul, why would not a man wish to worship such a being of beauty as you and be inspired for an eternity and more.. wanting but to worship and pleasure her or she with him?
starting with your feet, and working my way up legs of iron, and hips just nicely wide for good love, and breasts shaped to be beheld, neck and shoulders bare to my eyes, and lips, and lips to be kissed long and hard, tongues entwined and shared..
Grin, and shared as one, us together in our dreams, a dinner long and sensous, eyes meeting and souls merged as one, lips to be kissed.. Yes, vegetarian, but his meat is not for normal dining but for sharing, for exploring, for tasting but not eating as we know it. as long as you do not mind one piece of mine, that may be said to be meat, that you will make an exception to no-meat?
Then dancing, close, cheek to cheek, with all knowing from our looks that it is love, a meeting of not only bodies but of souls..
grin.. as long as if the mode goes as we might go, that I can gather at the garden of your sweet rivers of legs, as they come together, to explore the garden and the gates within, and behold the small pleasure bud and excite it to budding and watered lawns.
the garden has a lawn and it must be excited to be wet.. "hi, hello...and i will plunge into your sweet bud and water your lawn with my big garden hose..." a loving man, who wishes to share a moment if at all possible, with a lovely lady!? what happiness can a man have but a moment of pleasure, physical or just social.. you have it dear.. Will have to have you come north, so we can explore each other and live with together, for I would love to have a warm women like you as a live in roomie/lover..
Mike Adams2004===P-Bitter Love (What is Love) Beat me, whip me, bite me,love me, take me for a fool,but never leave me, for I will hunt you downand feed on your bones and blood,you bitch, you whore, abusiveof my love and affections,drama is what you feed on,not food and air. To lay, or not to lay,that is the question,wether it is worththe pain and agonyof enjoying her company,or the blows of anoverly protectiveboy friend.. Mike2004(not a good time in my love life, but it got better)
===P-Blood
Roses are red, so is blood, sprewing from the hole, the hole in your heart, or where it once was, gone from bullet splatter, splatter of pain, pain from bullet?Lost again!
Mike Adams2005===P-Brandy
How can I compare my love to a single day, for an eternity of delight she does present me, her laugh, her sighs, the touch of her thighs, as I tease her gently with my love, exploring the recesses of her garden of delight, her eyes that flash as we come together as one, thrust for thrust, scratch for scratch, moan for moan, until with passions shared, we fall together in moanful bliss, exploding as one being, entwined in lips and bodies combined..
Oh, her hair like darkness falling to shoulders bare, and white.Like rivers of ebony, to my sight, I do behold her eyes,ah the pain of knowing she is there, but so far away. A kiss,a whisper, a memory buried deep and dark I do hide awayof the times together, locked as lovers. To kiss her lips onceagain, her neck, and cheeks.. her nose quite fair. To tease her with my careesses and shared in twined, hips in motion slow and deliberately, cloths aschew across the room, from door to bedroom dark, we did ride until we find peace in side each others hearts, minds arms and soul. And blissfully asleep in each others arms, to greet the day and know the night was paradise unbound. To sadly part to our parts in the play of life..
Mike Adams2003===P-Breasts:
I keep wanting to see your breasts.. naked to the view of my eyes, though camera stand in front of me, it is in my minds view, to touch and tease them, kiss and squeeeze them, suck and pinch them, slow and gentle, or hard as wanted or not..
Mike2004
===P-Breath
Teeth hurtNose pluggeddrainingclogged throatastma activeallegies strongLungs hurtclogged by fluids solidifyingEach breathan effortto just liveone more breathplease just onemore breath.
Mike200?
About the fun of being astmatic, allergies and such.===P-Bride of Baudelaire
no problem madame, for your eyes light, like beacons of the nite,guiding poor lost fools to the light and joy of your site and thoughtsof embrace, or just to behold your eyes close and fall into themand kiss your lips full of pleasure and promise, but saying nothing..for the beholding of you drives them deaf and dumb, for there is just you and nothing more is important..
Mike2004===P-Broom:
oh broom, how to use you, to sweep and dust, to hunt and peck, to speak of many things, or just beat you head and shoulders down and lost, or just ram it up your butt until you see it in face and mouth..
Oh to run my hands down your front, to find your balls and pull on them, stroke them, pull your penis taught, and bring them closer, not by means nice and gentle, but just ripp them from your body, tease them and squeeze them, and know you dying with out them..
Women of My Illusions: oh.. sorry.. well, dear from what I remember, you are poetry, to my mind, a lovely being of face, hair, eyes and neck, body and mind, soul and sexy in a whole way, an illusion of my deluted mind, the hope of a greater thing, that disapates with the mornings sun..
Mike Adams200?
Not sure of the motivation for this, angry female friends or ...===P-Brutal (Broom):
oh broom, how to use you, to sweep and dust, to hunt and peck, to speak of many things, or just beat you head and shoulders down and lost, or just ram it up your butt until you see it in face and mouth..
Oh to run my hands down your front, to find your balls and pull on them, stroke them, pull your penis taught, and bring them closer, not by means nice and gentle, but just ripp them from your body, tease them and squeeze them, and know you dying with out them..
Mike2005
Not sure where I was going with the about, not even homoeroticor erotic or something else. Interesting to see how I feel andflow but sometimes I got to wonder.===P-Buddies:
Dear you are a poem, no words to be said to say it more, my dream, my love and lusts and desires, future and fate all in one.. what else can I say to show you my love? It is deepening and expanding. I see you there and I feel good, more than from lust and desire but buddies..
Mike Adams200?===P-Bush 2
Man or muppetBeing in chargeor just a targetfor frustrationsof many but the guilty, stay hiddenbehind a wall.
Controlled butstrings never seenor known but alwaysthere. Held up, face moving, legsbut no mind behindthe actions forhe is Bush 2 Muppet.
Mike Adams2012 (wrote it sort of earlier but )===P-Bush
See Bush RunSee Dick RunSee Rummy chaseafter Dicklooking for BushBird Shots anyone?Condo RiceCakes anyone?
Mike Adams2006-------------
===P-Bush
See Bush RunSee Hard Dick RunSee Rummy chase after Dick looking for BushBird Shots anyone?
Mike Adams2006
(Not the original, but looks better?)===P-Butter Flies are Free:
Oh sweet butterfly, so like the wind you ride, to catch you is to know you but in this all I do is still you and hold you captive, butterflys are free, to know the currents of wind, to fly afar, never to be held by mortal hands. For in the holding is the tragedy, for what are dreams held but never let free.
MikeMay 1998Written for Meg Obed a friend.===P-Button:
A button before me, red and deadly, to push it I know will end all, kill all, and I don't care, push it now, end all now, kill all, die all, all must die, to end my torment and life, I can not of theirs, for they have made mine a hell, of words, deeds, hits, hurts, pain, laying on ground, battered and beaten, or just ignored, chased down like an animal, and no one cares, parents, teacher, all else, just stand there and chear at my falling down.
Or worse, they jear and chear, yes, the jock can beat all he wants, to take all he wants, the girls, the locker, the grades they did not earn, walk down the middle of the hall, and hit any they care to, for the teachers are in awe.. So when all asked, why he pushed the button red and deadly and if you do not know, then you deserve to die. Like the rest, the animals all. God cares not, Jesus is dead before me, and beyond hope or help, so why should I have faith, all is forsaken, Satans is my buddy, but I deny him and go with words, or fear, I know not why.
People are strange when your a stranger, has means to me, for I am strange. Normal, why be normal, be abnormal, for it is atleast a place, but not of peace.
Mike2005-(Old memories from School)===P-Caballeresco
Amar a alguienno por la lujuria Pero paraenvolver los brazos fuertesescudo blindado paraprotegerlos de losdemonios y peligros de unmundo infeliz y ver lasonrisa en su cara volvieraLas profundas heridassanaron y el retorno confiary conocer el amor de otro
otra amistad y la paz ysaber que son amadosprotegido y seguro, todo lobueno y cálido, en losbrazos fuertes pero firmesuavemente suave, pero seabren en cualquiermomento que se necesite yque querían.
Mike Adams2012?
Translated by app from the English.===P-Caroline:
But where you want to go here Caroline? My sweet Caroline, like a window, a wind, a breeze of the air and into the soul she does fly, digging deep and deeper and find all good, and giving, loving and wanting, she digs and finds his soul and wrap her self around it and loves it warm and hot, empassioned sparked by her touch, not one of body but of soul and being, of sweet Caroline, how much to be mine, to know, and touch, to sweet and much more, in summers walks, in sun high, or winters walks, cold but warm under cold skys and lights aflutter, northern and more.. Yes, I Alaska, but where you like to go?
Mike2005===P-Cell:
Cell dark but warmdoor locked and tightlocked in my roomnot by bars ironbut mental painand fear insecure
my room refuge or prison, self made or forced by fearand anger of othersI am not sure.but here I sitbefore the lightand portal to the worldlocked in its grasptight and unableto move or leaveso I am lockedin my cell.No way outor just no stepsto get there.
Mike2006
I am so glad to have moved out of the apartmentI was living in at the time I wrote the above.Sadly the one I moved into was worse.
===P-Cell (My):
Cell dark but warm door locked and tight locked in my room not by bars iron but mental pain and fear insecure my room refuge or prison, self made or forced by fear and anger of others I am not sure.
but here I sit before the light and portal to the world locked in its grasp tight and unable to move or leave so I am locked in my cell.
No way out or just no steps to get there.
Mike Adams2006===P-Challenge Me (2006):
About wanting and needing to be challenged in my life..===P-Challenge me
Sit me downknow I existGive me morethan just platitudesand sit in the corneruntil I am done.
I LiveI loveI knowand see
See metouch mehear meknow me
Challenge menever let me go
Mike2006===P-Changed
Young and full of lifeThey train hardAnd come to seeThe auroraFar from home warmParents and friendsFar away in warm lands
And to the coldAnd then too hotBut not homeBut a land ofHills and mountains
And they come back changedFor a birthday yearMuch can changeEyes show muchDrinking muchSays much as well
-----Mike201?===P-Chantal 2011 (For Kirby Shantal)
To draw you out, to know the sight not only of your beauty, but your soul, to know you inside and out, to draw it all out, and know it all, tease and play, join with and share, bodies, minds, souls and to touch each in turn, eye to eye, lips to lips, hands to hands, bodies moving in time together, hands running down bodies warm and sweaty.. to stroke hair, ears, neck and back, and run down hands to cheeks firm and split..
Mike Adams2011===P-Chantal (For Kirby Shantal)
to draw you out,to know the sightnot only of your beauty,but your soul, to know youinside and out, to draw itall out, and know it all,tease and play, join withand share, bodies, minds,souls and to touch eachin turn, eye to eye, lips to lips,hands to hands, bodiesmoving in time together,hands running down bodieswarm and sweaty.. to strokehair, ears, neck and back,and run down hands tocheeks firm and split..
Mike2011===P-Cheated: She came to you from another, bonded in vows maritial, then his loved came to you as well wanting but not getting and you wonder why you found her in the arms of another? Oddly this time being faithful to her, you know found out how it felt to be the one cheated and used for base reasons. Like oh so many, all cause someone used you first. First she cheated to be with you, then hubbies loved wanted it to, and you wonder why you found, her getting down with another lover in the place of work of yours? She came to you from another, bonded in vows maritial, thenhis loved came to you as well wanting but not getting and you wonder why you found her in the arms of another? Oddly this time being faithful to her, you know found out how it felt to be the one cheated and used for base reasons. Like oh so many, all cause someone used you first. Mike 2008(need to edit as one)2008?
===P-Choose Life (I):
I CHOOSE LIFE, as I sit here in this chair, I choose to live, and face all before me alive, and walk in the light of happiness, joy and living people.. TO walk the sunshine path and let the past go away and fall away.. and choose life!!
Mike201?
===P-Christ
Why I screamWho am IChrist, but noBut knows his painbeaten by manyjust cause oranger expressed
Mike Adams2005
===P-Colleen (2005):
Colleen oh to spank you hard and well, to feel the welz on my ass and know your hand smaking me fast, hard and mean.
And I love you in your mean and happy wayno matter what you are thereand I am here and we are in pain together forever and a day.
(not complete?)Mike2005
===P-Corruption
CorruptionSmell, noLook. MaybeFeel, possibleHard to tellThings are corrupt
FamilyFriendsBuddiesOr justMoneyWho gets thingsFavors givenBribes paidOr extorted
Self interestOr picturesTaken deadlyOr painted
Lazy workersThings doneOver and overNever finishedAnd shoddy
No movementSpecial favorsOr interestWork doneOver and overBut not completed
Contracts givenOver and overAlways low bidLike they knew.
Mike Adams2011
===P-Cowboy Gang Bang:
I can be one of those cowboys, in a line we do meet you and ride you like the wild filly that you are, hard and soft, from behind or in front, you ride use or we ride you into the nite, one at a time, or 3 does not matter for you are wantingit and we love giving it..
(for Paige, but is like others I know)
===P-Custody
On to a plane of skulls she does rides a horse of color red, to smith the bastard that she once bed, but now divourced, to claim her children two, she rides thru hell on a pale horse, to find the bastard who stole them away, and make his day, or in twain his penis small..
Mike200?
Dedicated to a mother, whose children got stolen by...
===P-Daddy
What did you need me for?
Like Ken a doll, to be hide awayuntil needed?
To only be wantedto be shown to friends, To be seen,and known, yes I have a son, now son Get back in the closet until I needyou again.
Frozen, long hours onlakes watching You drive your damn car, around and around While I froze,was hungry and thirstyAnd just plain lonely.
Mike2007?
===P-DADDY WHY
Daddy, why you abuse meWhy you share me with your friendsdoing things I know mommie wouldnot do for you.
Doing things sexual that is wrongbut you force me to do it all.
But when all is done, you beat meabuse me, and share me in ways sickand twisted and with one swing you endit all, with your bat, to keep me quiet.
I scream NO, but to no avail nowI am back to find revenge and bringyou sick fuck down and make you payfor what you did to me to brotherand others in your need for controlor just to feel good for being in power,but in the end you was weak and sick.
So here you go, take it up the assin some prison and know how itfeels to be used, abused and takenaway, and have no control andtrust abused.
You took my trust, my life, myfuture all for your twisted needs.
So enjoy, as I get the last laughas I grin and watch. Love turnedto hate and hate turned to you.
Mike2006
Wrote after I seen a show on the news about howsome do things to their children, such as pimp them out.
Sadly known friends who had things done to them and .. how sick can someone be to do what people have done to their kids?Had a guy on my bus, I could not figure out years later why he was living with an older gay guy, but when I realize he was doing the same thing that another but female friend had done, and she had been molested by an parent/family member but no one believed her. And the mental torment that can come from it.. Its part of why when I know friends that are divorcing to think of what it is doing to or could do to their kids.. Separated can be good, divource as well, but also do the kids know what is going on and that kids are not toys, tools, spies and like.. they are often kids caught in the middle of things, you may hate your now ex-spouse but what of the kids?
===P-Daggers and Renderings
The agony, my heart,be still my beatingbleeding heart, for thedagger she rams homeis one of pain,and agony most dear,with death the result..
The pain, oh the pain..Drive it home,oh sweat daggerof agony sharpand pain divine..
Render my heart,with your pens aflame,showing its true measureand fame, love itor 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.
Mike Adams2004
===P-Days of Slaughter
On the <day> day of slaughter, my lover brought to me:
Five Golden ChestFour Flayed OrcsThree Dead HumansTwo Emaciated DwarvesAnd a Dead Elf Hanging From a Tree.
Mike Adams1980s
(Sung to the tune of Days of Christmas)----------------------------------------------Slashing thru the foe, killing all the way, over bodies we go, laughing all the way, blades on chariot wheels, bowmen in the cart, oh what fun it is to sing a Slaying song tonight.
Jingle Balls, I am in Hell, One man killing machine, (more coming)
===P-DC Bitch
Once was a bitch from DC,who had to help her man Pee,she took it in hand and gave ita wack and got the rest of himkneeling..
Mike2006
(Hillary?)
===P-Dead by Drunk
A ManA womena childA futurebut whose?Theirsor others?Who can tellfor gonethey aredead by drunkenmeans driving
Mike Adams2006
But did ya have to die on my shift Eugene? SSG Dalelik AK ARNG
===P-Dead Dreams
Step by stepanother deathnot of life, butdreams, gonebut not forgotten
Mike2005
===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-Dear Husband
Dear Husband, here I am in another bed, looking for a lover, a stranger, a friend, carrying not for our bonds of marriage, for you have left them far behind.
Sleeping on me with others, friends and more, cheating in mind, soul and emotions, all I have to go onis that vision of you and another to spur me on to jump to another.
Mike2005
Edit 2005
===P-Dearest Lady
Dearest lady, how to explain of love and desire, of love I know, or of thelove of loving to chase and have, to know the delights and desires undercloths and skin, of flesh and kisses long and intense, to know herintimately, of soul and dreams of pasts and cremes, of smell and joys many,how to explain to her my desires and wants, passions and needs, but first ofhers, what is here wants, her needs, for with out hers, it is just teasingmyself, pleasing myself, having myself, enjoying myself, and I can do thatalone. oh to hold her vision and eyes, to walk close, each step an agony formy muscles say RUN, faster, grab and take her now. but no, all in due time,slow mike, be slow, but how I ask myself, when my heart races, my pulse isexploding one beat at another, like kettle drugs.. how I wish to kiss her,tease and please her, to feel the curves of her body mold with mine, to knowthe warmth of her body, to smell the scents of her scent, but most to justhold her close, and know her close.. to look in eyes of love and know, sheloves me, and I love her back, all else is just illusions..
Mike2005
===P-Dearest Christ Please forgive themfor who they areFor they are whatthey hate the most.they ask for love,and accept hate instead.These beings call humanbut far from humaine. They blame Godfor being crueland angry but theyoften do it tothemselves. Hurt, pain, manipulate,and drama. Pleaseforgive them for justbeing what they hate most Human.
Mike200602-10-93
Dearest Everett:
I ask why, and recieve no reply from him for he is dead andbeyond my questions! So I live on.. Why you who had some muchto live for have decided to end it all with such a permanent solution.
You more perfectly formed, better looking, better with the ladies,more open, better dancer, better hunter, better worker, betterdressed, and better man than I, would end it so soon..You in the spring of your life and I in my autumn.
I think of you in some of the things we did together. When Iwench, drink, dance and laugh I will think of you. When Imarch, shoot, work and fly I will think of you, when I ride ina SUSV or go to Stewart River I will think of you..When I eat native food, muktuk/walrus liver and fish stripsI will think of you. When I talk of suicide with others I willthink of you. When I think of your brother Karl and how he is Iwill think of you, for why did you leave us so soon, leave us insuch pain, rip a part of our hearts out like a bear ripping thru flesh..
Why did you leave us behind, to suffer at the loss. Were you soselfish? I know we talked about things, of life and death, but I had hopedit was passing, obviously not. I am stronger for knowing you and loosing you,the hardest part about knowing someone is say good bye! I do not wish to saygood bye, but you have not given me a choice. I know you can't hear menow, but I have to ask, what others have asked is why!!!Some might say why do you hate us so, to leave us with out you,but I don't think it was hate, you just did not think, you letNome get to you, the cold long nights, weather, and work get to you.I know you were trying to quite a bad habit or two..
I know you were far from home, alone in many ways, not quitesure who you were, of where you were coming from.Caught between old and new, tradition and the modern.Of both Yupik and Inupiaq parentage but modern of up bringing.Part of multiple worlds, but maybe not quite comfortable ineither.I am sorry I was such a slob when we lived together, I'm sorryfor making jokes about your last name, but now that you are gone"I am dick less".
I know to not think of the "what ifs" but of the actual, thenow, and the future. The future without you is just a bit morebarren, a bit more lost with out you, so I march on without you,you have fallen behind, but I will keep marching on to prove toyou and myself that I will not give up, I will not let things getme down, and that I will not do what you have done, for I do notwish to hurt anyone, as much as you have done to us, your family andfriends.
I say in passing, to all who think that life is not worth it,that there is no hope, that death is an answer. I say no bloodyway, with life is hope, suicide is not the answer. It is apermanent solution to a temporary problem.. If you need help thereare many who can and will help, don't be to proud to ask for help.For in pride there is folly. If first you do not find help, try again!!
I say good bye now Everett P. Dick, rest in peace for I shallnot..
EVERETT P. DICK'S FRIENDS FOREVER...
===P-Dearest Kate 2011
Dearest Kate, I lay here next to you, and feel the draw to love you as a man loves his love, and lady for ever more, but in this I respect you and your love to hold back and respect, to know you slow, friend first, then more, until in the endI pray, we shall be long term, lovers, family, friends, mother and father, lasting an age together as couple strong, partners for ever more.
Mike Adams2004Edited 2005/2014
"True compassion is not just an emotional response but a firm commitment founded on reason. Therefore, a truly compassionate attitude towards others does not change even if they behave negatively."- Tenzin Gyatso
===P-Dearest Lady:
Dearest lady, how to explain of love and desire, of love I know, or of the love of loving to chase and have, to know the delights and desires under cloths and skin, of flesh and kisses long and intense, to know her intimately, of soul and dreams of pasts and cremes, of smell and joys many, how to explain to her my desires and wants, passions and needs, but first of hers, what is her wants, her needs, for with out hers, it is just teasing myself, pleasing myself, having myself, enjoying myself, and I can do that alone.
oh to hold her vision and eyes, to walk close, each step an agony for my muscles say RUN, faster, grab and take her now. but no, all in due time, slow Mike, be slow, but how I ask myself, when my heart races, my pulse is exploding one beat after another, like kettle drugs..
how I wish to kiss her, tease and please her, to feel the curves of her body mold with mine, to know the warmth of her body, to smell the scents of her scent, but most to just hold her close, and know her close.. to look in eyes of love and know, she loves me, and I love her back, all else is just illusions..
Mike2005
===P-Dearest Lady:
Dearest lady, how to explain of love and desire, of love I know, or of the love of loving to chase and have, to know the delights and desires under cloths and skin, of flesh and kisses long and intense, to know her intimately, of soul and dreams of pasts and cremes, of smell and joys many, how to explain to her my desires and wants, passions and needs, but first of hers, what is her wants, her needs, for with out hers, it is just teasing myself, pleasing myself, having myself, enjoying myself, and I can do that alone.
oh to hold her vision and eyes, to walk close, each step an agony for my muscles say RUN, faster, grab and take her now. but no, all in due time, slow Mike, be slow, but how I ask myself, when my heart races, my pulse is exploding one beat after another, like kettle drugs..
how I wish to kiss her, tease and please her, to feel the curves of her body mold with mine, to know the warmth of her body, to smell the scents of her scent, but most to just hold her close, and know her close.. to look in eyes of love and know, she loves me, and I love her back, all else is just illusions..
Mike2005
===P-Death and Dying
Dying yes, dead not yetfor with out life,then you have deathor without hopethere is deathgiving up before the mark of death arrivesto soon to give upto be given to the pileor corpses piling highbefore hells doorgiven up to the diseasecalled dying, or canceror some other maladythat saps our strengthsand pulls us downdown to the ground and inor to pyres high.glory, is just an excusefor dying better than others dead.
Mike2005
===P-Defining Friends
You have friendsSome you carry,some your marry,some you tarry withand some you just saygo away andnever tarryon my doorstepEver again.
Mike200?
===P-Demon of the Dark (For someone D20 Game)
A sea, a sea, oh blasted is the sea,Dangers evil and untold, awaits youin the rock of the moon and starsin the sea of blasted sun.Lost women of the nite, strikes her there, beneath the stary sky, of dark and nite, it rises into the skyEvil, is its name, and curse.Oh maiden, you are lost to usfor lusts drive us all, and yourdrove you more, more on into the darkness I seeShe lies there across the sea, to see the eye, you must seek the eyefor all is there, death and darknessstone and unholy beasts.Who come from insideand out, from beyond and here.But riches vast and painful won.Sparkle is the stars, and all is nite.
Beware the demon of the Dark!
Mike Adams2005
===P-Demon of the Dark (For someone D20 Game)
A sea, a sea, oh blasted is the sea,Dangers evil and untold, awaits youin the rock of the moon and starsin the sea of blasted sun.Lost women of the nite, strikes her there, beneath the stary sky, of dark and nite, it rises into the skyEvil, is its name, and curse.Oh maiden, you are lost to usfor lusts drive us all, and yourdrove you more, more on into the darkness I seeShe lies there across the sea, to see the eye, you must seek the eyefor all is there, death and darknessstone and unholy beasts.Who come from insideand out, from beyond and here.But riches vast and painful won.Sparkle is the stars, and all is nite.
Beware the demon of the Dark!
Mike Adams2005
===P-Denied Love:
Time is fleeting, ever passing into the day ago. Why do we hope for more than this I will never know.Thou I do hope for more than this, for all I have is hopes and a dream for more. than this mortal frame canhave, but in hope I find a purpose a direction, and my dreams a reason to go on, day and day, hour and hour, and on until one day my feet can move no more, falling one in front of the other, and lay down and rest my head on the gentle hills of home and dream of you my lady love once more.
But until that time is here, I can not think of you for the pain it brings to me, I can not think of your sweet caress, the smell of your hair, and the feel of your body next to mine, for the pain it brings, and to you as well.
I can not face you, face to face, eye to eye, for my heart will flutter and fly into worlds of fantasy and illusion beyond all reality and hope for peace, for all I want to do is to behold you once again, but in this I have pledged to never see you again, to talk to you, to know of what you do, and why, so in my honor and my word I deny you totally, no matter the pain and anguish, the loss and ending, to try to extinguish the feelings you have enflamed in me, but to no avail, so I deny you totally and blank you from my totally from my mind.
For denying you for now is the only answer I know, and in this I write these words to work it out and let others know of loss of love and to hope for a better day when I can behold you in all your loveliness and see the light in your eyes once again, and hope it is for me you see, and for me you do shine with such a light that the stars and sun are no match, but alas that day will never come but in my mind and illusions. So this I pray for all my days to just let it be, and forget you for now and pray for another day.
Love Mike
Mike AdamsMay 1998
===P-Depression:
Depression what is it,why does it hold me backlike a vice or chains strong.What can I do to removeit from my life and go onto bigger and betterto follow my dreams mosthigh on into the sky,but I sit here chainedto earth, like some stoneheld fast by miles of earthnever to see the skyand sun, but from glimpshesshort, only enough to knowI am down deep in my depression, and not happywith where I am, butwith no way known to relived me of this burden.What cruel fate to be givena vision, but as well let itbe held in such a gripas mine.
Oh to the sun I wish to climb, up into the skylike a bird on wingbut this feeling of earth keeps me fastI struggle and strainbut I still remaintied to earths coldgrasp, depressionis its name, but morethan that is all I knowis its effects on me andmy path, crooked andoften dead of end is this path, for when my energy is only enough to fightthe depression there islittle left for others thingsthan it. But there issome light at the endof this tunnel deep anddark, what it is I shall seefor this thing is killing meslowly, inch by inch, milesby mile this depressionis slowly killing what of me there is that wishsto go on to better things.Pray tell the light finds mebefore the darknesstotally engulfs me in itscold dark grasp, rendsmy soul from my bodyand casts me to the pileof its latest victim without a care of who I wasand what I could have become, just that I amdinner for it and my life was a good fightbut in the end I was his and now my broken soul lies here on this pile of broken dreamsof mine and others.I crave the light andthe promises madeof my abilities, butstill held fast in chainsmost strong and deadlyto this path I do plodalong, looking for thatexit that will either saveme or end my life and cast myself on to thatpile so high of brokendreams and lost souls.
Mike Adams1998
===P-Depression of Loss
Depression is here, sinking in fast and hard for the sun has left the sky and shall I die now, or just wander here in this place of darkness cold and damp, like a man on thorozine..
Mike Adams200?
===P-Der Gral:
Ich scheine ramble von Platz zu den Platz und nie bleibe ein in jedem möglichem einem Platz und überhaupt bis jetzt suche, wie ein Ritter auf Suche, nach diesem Gral OH- also liebes, also nahes aber OH-, fast im Anblick, aber nie sichtbar, gehe ich weiter und an, bis das Ende hier ist, und es zeichnet nahe, und ich kann die Anrufe des Engel Bonbons hören, und ich soll schließlich Getränk dieser Schale, also reich und selten hält ein Entwurf, den es, für in das Ende, die Schale ist, das Leben, und das Leben ist so süß, und dieses zu wissen, suche ich.
Mike200?
===P-Destructive Love
Tie me down, beat me, whip me, love me, leave me, never let me go, or close again, I am lost in this sea of love and depression, for to have you is to destroy you, to have me is to be destroyed like ice in summers hard sun..
Mike2003
===P-Destructive Love
Tie me down, beat me, whip me, love me, leave me, never let me go, or close again, I am lost in this sea of love and depression, for to have you is to destroy you, to have me is to be destroyed like ice in summers hard sun..
Mike2003
===P-Dominated 2011
(Poem or comment?)
Ever wanted to dominate someone, and make them do anything you want, be your sex slave as you please/tease them as well?
I so want to look down and see her mouth wrapped around my cock,her hands on my balls, as she looks up at me with lust in hereyes, wanting to please me, knowing she has control, but ...
or to look down, and see your cock in her ass or pussy in doggystyle, and know she is yours!!
Like to be taken like a wench? Dominated?
Mike Adams200?
Comment is likely.
===P-Doorman to Hell
Who gives a shit a man once said to the doorman at the gates of hell, and doorman replied, go ask alice she gives a shit, for she is not here..
Hell holds me down like mud and quicksand. Ties me down my Juliet in ribbon strong and tight, and in the delight, you bring by feathers strong and whips a plenty.. whips not of leather, but of light, burning flesh, singing away inch by inch, mile by mile, until my soul is revealed.. And laid bare to the light and seento be clean of hell, but not of heavenbut of limbo grey and white.
Mike Adams2004
===P-DOORMEN TO HELL:
Who gives a shit a man once said to the doorman at the gates of hell, and doorman said, go ask Alice she gives a shit, for she is not here..Hell holds me down like mud and quicksand.Ties me down my Juliet in ribbon strong and tight, and in the delight, you bring by feathers strong and whips a plenty..whips not of leather, but of light, burning flesh, singing away inch by inch, mile by mile, until my soul is revealed..And laid bare to the light and seen to be clean of hell, but not of heaven but of limbo grey and white.
Mike Adams 2004
===P-Dream Dead 2010 A man, a womenA dream, a childborn of bothshared together. A dream or justfantasy illusion. Mike2009
===P-Dreams not forgotten:
Step by stepanother deathnot of life, butdreams, gonebut not forgotten
Mike2005
===P-Drunk
I fearI drinkI hurtI drinkI beatI drinkI fallI drunkI pukeI drunkI fightI drunkI hurtI drunknow my kids drinking I wonder why?
I hitI drunkI killI drunkIn JailI soberWho diedI soberWhen diedI soberGod what did I do?I drunkbut sober now.
Mike2006
(working on it)P-Elderado
In the distance and far away i see a land of blue and grayOn to the star light ride, onto Elderado by the morning we ride, horses grey, black and blue onto the dew of day we ride and find death on the door step and inside, so we ride some more to catch the beast and drive it back and retake Elderado..
Mike Adams2003P-Enjoy Life ends quick.Enjoy while you have it.Friends come and go, all die.So in the end, enjoy.No get out of life freeNo life after deathfor this is all we haveto know and knownSo enjoy while you canfor in the end what is lifebut friends knownand sadly lost. Mike2008
P-Entranced:
Lady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, for entranced am I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all..
Mike2005
P-Erotic Dominate 2011
Your pic reminds me of a gal I know locally, man love to ... dothings with her and have her scream my name, and not herhusbands.. but ..
Damn, I so wanted to just push her back to the bathroom, kissingeach other, running hands all over each other, and push into thebathroom and go for broke.
Wish it was you, I do wish it was your face looking up at mine,with a wild look of lust in your eyes, as you suck on and runyour mouth, lips and tongue up and down the shaft, and head ofmy cock..
Or found your self sitting on a sink, thinking of some guy,playing with yourself, legs spread wide, fingers deep in yourpussy, or teasing your clit, and you feel hands and tongue andrealize that a guy is there eating you out?
Ever wanted to dominate someone, and make them do anything youwant, be your sex slave as you please/tease them as well?I so want to look down and see her mouth wrapped around my cock,her hands on my balls, as she looks up at me with lust in hereyes, wanting to please me, knowing she has control, but ...or to look down, and see your cock in her ass or pussy in doggystyle, and know she is yours!! Like to be taken like a wench?Dominated?
Mike Adams200?
Last part made into Dominated but ?
P-Erotic Lover
Like you feel his hands on your ass, you want to scream, but can't, for it feels good as his hands massage and tease your butt, and up your crack, as you feel his body next to yours, moving in time to the train, as you feel your dress moving up your legs, zeeeep as his zipper rides down and you feel your panties go down..ah yes, feels good his hands on your warm skin, as he parts your legs just so, and teases your lips so..
Mike Adams2004
P-Eyes 2014:
love your eyes, how they flash. your lips as they think with fingers, your chin as it speaks of many things, your hair as it dangles there.... your smile, that lights my heart, speaking of many things unsaid and desires to be explored.. how your eyes speak of desires we share, your shoulders bared to my eyes, and my hands have but to draw the top down and explore for not.. your impish beauty, inspired me to many things, of lust, of love, of desires I have many, to hold, caress and tease, but mostly to share, to be with, to know and share love and affection.. soft and slow, fast and passionate, all may come one day.. two beings together as one, lovers, friends, family. Joined in ways only two souls can be.. you got the most funniest eyes.. I could become addicted to them.. your eyes are like twin torches of fun and joy.. they show your naked funny soul.. and it is a delight..
Mike Adams 2005P-Eyes:
love your eyes, how they flash. your lips as they think with fingers, your chin as it speaks of many things, your hair as it dangles there.... your smile, that lights my heart, speaking of many things unsaid and desires to be explored..
How your eyes speak of desires we share, your shoulders bared to my eyes, and my hands have but to draw the top down and explore for not.. your impish beauty, inspired me to many things, of lust, of love, of desires I have many, to hold, caress and tease, but mostly to share, to be with, to know and share love and affection.. Soft and slow, fast and passionate, all may come one day.. two beings together as one, lovers, friends, family. Joined in ways only two souls can be.. you got the most funniest eyes.. I could become addicted to them.. your eyes are like twin torches of fun and joy.. they show your naked funny soul.. and it is a delight..
Mike Adams2005P-Faith and Fear:
Little rabbit run run run, but to where for I am lostkissed for memory short,or no faith in self, or just no one knows mewants to know me,or cares not to care,and have faith in me.
Selfish, yes, but needinghelp and guidance, a direction and acceptanceto know where I am goingor can do, need do or justthat I did it and now am loved and appreciated.
So family, and friendspeer and coworker.Am I doing well, good,with in limits and standardor just lost againwith no direction front or side or back,lost in memory shorted out.
Why take chances, whenyou know it will end the samein a dead end, or not completedor worse, no one respectsmy needs and they demandme to do their bidding while my needs fall away.
Or just what was I doing,I know I was doing somethingbut now, a month gone byand I remember, but now tolate, and I fall into despairor just hand cuffs, addictionand homeless, and lost.
Nothing done, or completedso why try, and no one knowsor cares, to help whenI need it, badly, so why tryand face depression and deaths calling for self destruction, so why even try.
When it will end up all the same, dead and dismembered.Or just not completed.
Mike Adams2010P-Faith and Fear:
Little rabbit run run run, but to where for I am lostkissed for memory short,or no faith in self, or just no one knows mewants to know me,or cares not to care,and have faith in me.
Selfish, yes, but needinghelp and guidance, a direction and acceptanceto know where I am goingor can do, need do or justthat I did it and now am loved and appreciated.
So family, and friendspeer and coworker.Am I doing well, good,with in limits and standardor just lost againwith no direction front or side or back,lost in memory shorted out.
Why take chances, whenyou know it will end the samein a dead end, or not completedor worse, no one respectsmy needs and they demandme to do their bidding while my needs fall away.
Or just what was I doing,I know I was doing somethingbut now, a month gone byand I remember, but now tolate, and I fall into despairor just hand cuffs, addictionand homeless, and lost.
Nothing done, or completedso why try, and no one knowsor cares, to help whenI need it, badly, so why tryand face depression and deaths calling for self destruction, so why even try.
When it will end up all the same, dead and dismembered.Or just not completed.
Mike Adams2010P-Fantasy:
Like a kiss, a hug, a tease, a laugh, a touch, a moan, a caress, a hold, bodies closer, touching more and more, heat exchanged, kisses inflammed, cloths shed across the room, and bodies entwined, fluids exchanged, saliva, and more, until in a heap the bodies fall from a height of orgasm, into each other arms, looks shared, shamed shared at the weakness of the bodies or the mind to hold the passions back, and the explosion that comes.
Mike Adams2003P-Far Away:
Oh far away is home from this land of sunshine and jungles thick. I dream of it on nights I can, of home and the times we spent.
Oh how young we were once, and the things we did in springtime air, to see you once again, to rest my head once more in your lap, to smell your hair once again, to know your caress once again, but instead all I know is duty and honor and country, but for what?
Who can know me like you do, oh dear lady love. My friends here know me well, for I have saved them, and they have saved me many times.. But not as you do. Thru thick and thin I do travel with them and we know our calls, to hear the copters sweet song while bullets buzz by, to know the call for them is close, and danger is so real, death is our companion, our lover and our friend.
To know her is to love her, but in that love is the quandary, for she demands a heavy toll, of life and sometimes love.To I sit here in this place so far from you, and dream of you one last time, as my other lady creeps onto me, dulling my sight, and mind, until all I feel is a strange cold in such a hot and damp place, so far from you my love, I hear her call, of deaths sweet embrace I feel her loving caress, so sweet but final, like a spring days ending.
Oh, to feel your hair, and knows its scent one last time, but that is not to be, for in my end, I have one thought of you, and the friends that I save this day, for I know I shall not see you again my lady love, other than in the words of my friends of this day, this final day, for I know them well, for they shall tell you of my last day, and last words were of you my lady dear, so far and so close to me, I reach for you, but can not raise my hands for they are gone away, my feet can not move, my heart is slowing, and my brain is numb. I gasp from lungs gone for you my lady love and know your memories will lead me to a better place.
Of this I know, I loved you then, and love you now and for an eternity I shall love you still. I thank you for the times and love, I have had from you, and the love I give to you, please do not cry, for it makes your mascara run, and you look so sad and then so funny, like a poor clown, it makes me grin too and happy to have seen you in my minds eye once again..
I shall see you again my dear, on judgement day, for nothing can keep me from your side on that day. My last words to you from your soldier far away.
Mike AdamsMay 1998
P-Fat Love
We got pains and we deal with it, how you ask? Drink and drugs, fast cars and bikes, and women slutty.
With attitudes and fortitude, guns and platitudes, looks in our eyes, and fights in bars., Who gives a fuck, we do, but can't say it.
Pains we have, and needs, and not ones to be shared with a bone girlshallow in her cosmos inspired looks and desires but a women strongand big, fat or just big of bone, we care not, for she is real, notsome goddess of paint and silicon, diets unnautural, locked in someabusive cycle of her own making and death inspired looks.
We need a big fat biker bitch to come in here and give us love.. and reality..Big women, special and unique, not some artificial women of Esquire fame. She is not some tall goddess untouchable, cold to the touch, lost in her drug induced quest for thin, and deaths door of skeltal frame.
She no clone, like so many models of fame, who look alike, think alikeand do things alike, like marching nazis in parade, off to their doom of drugsbingers, vomit and purges, until all is left is some mindless zombielooking good or skeltal, but far from real, for her soul is goneto some pile of magazines high, but she is dead, lost to the flashes of thelights of hollywood or new york.
Me had hotties with souls most foul and uglies with hearts of gold, and beautiful beyondcomprehension, for they are real, nice, soft and delightful of mind, body, tasteand touch, love given and returned, nice and gentle, with no demands otherthan a cuddle, a touch an kind word and more.
Known hotties with souls of demons, and big ladies with hearts of angels.
Mike200?far from complete?P-Father
Father why you here, why you doing that, what you here for, why you touching me there, who are your friends, what is oil to do with what you are doing to me, please don't touch, this is wrong, what does this have to deal with faith.
Mike Adams2004(editing, got some reasons for this poem).
P-Fear 2012
Fear holds me closeties me downholds me backlimits mebut also guidesme, reasonableholds me back frominsanity but insane fear holdsme back for morepain and anger.
Mike Adams2012
P-Fear Driven
Fear to hold meTo keep me backto drive me or notheld in its graspor running fast and hard but to where
Mike Adams2012
More comingP-Fence
Two men sitting on a fence, one gets off, and says,you coming or getting off for your own destiny,but what ever you do, get off that damn fence.
Mike Adams2004P-Five Percent:
A room, cave, dark and dreary.a chair rises up but not to the sky,but to cloths, or to a human,figure in dirty clothes, aliveor dead? hard to tell, all youcan see is the cloths, figure therenow and later, lost in dreams ordarkness boozed up and lostin a world long dead and lost.Abandoned by all but othersof like nature and a bartenderthirsting for their money butnot for their lives.
A heap of what is flesh and bone.Of rags and cloths unwashed.A smell of urine and booze,and body unwashed for weeks.A being crumpled on stool,often for hours unendinguntil closing and thrown outto fend for self in a colddark world, hoping to findwarmth and comfort, butnot likely, for all are donewith them, for they arechronic in their nature,unwilling or unable to changehopeless drunks or playersof games of chance.
Pull tabs fall below them onthe floor in a heap, asthe money they get, orhave falls into a bars till.A drink done many timesin front, and will therebe money for anotherand another, to might aswell have a straw into abottle with no bottom.
For all hope is gone,brain is dead, liver wantsrelief and smells of it.
Stench smelled from feet awayFace cragged and suffering fromdecades of neglect. Eyes deadto the world, mouthdrooling booze, and puke
Chronic or just plain terminalOnce alive, but now just waiting to die.Slow and painful, all cast awayfor family is done with themfor they are selfish,or just lost. Lost to a worlduncaring or caring but unable tohelp, for its hard to lead themaway from the water of deaththey crave, and death style.
In places named for holy,speed and northern, they rotslowly and end up homelessand forgotten and dead.Dead slow, or suicidal,all is the same, for itsself destruction all the same.
Nights of sleeping withpersons just for booze.A place to stay, a life ofdegradation and prostitutionand abuse, molested and used.
So in this, I say, who caresfor the five percent?
Detox, and shelter?Police and ambulance?Family who throws them out?
Mike Adams2010
sorry been working on a poem, about a person or what is left of a person, after years of living in a local bar.. homeless, lost, and forgotten, nearly dead..well, sadly many go there and stay there..
the hidden 5% or maybe the 5% many see but not see past to the 95% who are sober and clean and happy?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 andhis 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 homehe is no longer welcome.
For forces have come to force him out,starvation or flight is his options, he boards the ship, signs themanifest and sheet of servitude indentured. For years will go by untilhe 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 hisquestion still will be, was she worth it, that buxom filly of women, Ofa noble house, of a foreign land, of lips of red rose, of breasts ofmilky white. Of thighs long and lean, of garden shaved and dark, andlips both, moist and tongue longing for his kiss and passions share, andlips wanting a man to make her women, to showher the pleasures of a man, a lover, and make her a women. Withrivulets of blood at passions share, he took a women not of his classand race and she doomed him and his own for centuries, for it was foundout through tongues a wagging, he was forced to flee into the night andgo to lands, far and long away and know not the green hills of home evermore.
Mike Adams2003P-Flirt Demon
Demon Women. A lithe lady, short and demonic, Tease me, please me, show me more, mount me, hump me, love me hard..
Mike2005
P-Flying to You: He flies across the miles of ocean between them to his lady dear so far away in lands across the world but close to him in his heart.
From the land of the ice and snow to the lands down under, he does fly to her waiting arms, to kiss and recreate the first time once more, to embrace with passions afire, to knowall that is to know and to go for more, in passions embraced they fly together, hand-in-hand, arm-in-arm, lips-to-lips and tongues inflamed returned in like by the other.
Mike Adams 1998
(Dedicated to an Australian Lady other special ladies I have known July, 1998 & August 01, 1998. Odd how a moment canturn into nothing)P-For A Lovely Women:
Ah to behold her there, sitting under the tree, full of form and luciusous of body, but eyes sad and cold for the light is gone, but needs comfort and care, to enflame her passions once again.. The man, dark and mysterious, stands behind her, enjoying her shoulders and form, wanting to hold her close, to feel her flesh to his, lips to lips, heart to heart, bodies entwined together..your cheeks are rose, skin white as snow.. eyes dark and brooding, but a spark lies there behind glassess thick, but hiding much of lust and passions that dare to explode out and consume anyone in her way.And die in bliss., knowing paradise between her thighs, her tears at his death, for in the having, only immortal form and frame can handle it full force.. the man knows he can not know explore and have, for in the having, death and destruction ensues..
Mike2003
For IsisP-Muslim Women
Your eyes like twin beacons in the darkness, guiding husband to home and kids to prayer, strong and stern, and lovely beyond all hope of understanding..
For a Muslim world
Mike 2003P-For Sam
I scream from the passion of my love, but it is not you. I pine for the love of him with me, but it is not you. I die for his touch, his love and much, but not for you..You spurned me, and now I love another, he is bettermore carrying and one hell of a better lover than you.
to have you hear, to hold you close, to look into your eyes and know the love there, shared as one, to feel your warmth and share mine as well, to let you know all is well, that you are loved and desired, to feel your touch, and exploring hands, shared exploration, as holds and massages turns to kisses full and tongues entwined and hands ripping cloths off in a flurry of passions shared, as we fall to the bed, kissing, touching, screaming, moaning, exposed flesh and parts tasted and touched.. and then, the garden wet is opened, soft and gentle, by hands and tongue, or just hands and member erect, it explores just inside to see, and finds it warm and inviting.and her body willing to the touch of it, just inside it goes, with his hands and hers holding butts close, and tight, the member goes in and out with soft slow rhythm at first but with time and help it is faster, matching her time, joined as one like bolt to hole, nail to wood..
One of mine? 2004
I think it is one of Sams poems, its from the feminine or gay male perspective?P-Forgive Me
I scream to quiet stonesBut no reply for they are goneand long dead. Beyond my painanger and longing for theirforgivness. But still I screamfor the pain holds me fast.No room for anything else.No room for love, or joy.
Only the consuming cancerthat dwells in me, givenfor failures in ancienttime, and now long gonebut still it lingers andholds me back, with ropesstrong and tight, stranglingall that I was, locked inpain unending, and no one tobeg forgiveness forerrors and ignorancefar from bliss.
Mike2009
(still working on)P-Forgiveness 2012
Oh to have itTo forget and move pastBe forgiven for sinsOf the pastAnd find peaceAcceptance Absolution, penance doneAnd finished
Mike Adams2012
(03/05/2012 for now, more laters)
(combine with parts from note book and outlook notes.)
Which note book will just have to look and see? One I had recently, I think the small flat blue one, do I have it with me tonight?Nope, damn..P-Forgotten
Step by stepanother deathnot of life, butdreams, gonebut not forgotten
Mike2005
Work in progressP-Freak Dancing:
Damn, I want to bend you over on the dance floor and freak the hell out of you!! to feel your hard ass in crotch, my cock hard and straining to not explode out of my pants, to feel your ass up and down, shake and quiver.. and feel your sexy body next to mine.. to turn over and feel you hump me, leg up raised.. and shirt raised up to show you are loving it.. to feel your naughty body ride mine in that seat, me leaned back nice and calm externally but far from it internally, as you hump the hell out of me.. tits giggling, nipples hard and erect.. God I want to kiss your lips, and pull your shirt off, and suck on your nipples, long and hard with teath ,tongue and lips.. can you ride me, as I pull on your pig tails? can I see your back arched, and your ass sliding up and down my hard cock? can I see your nipples exposed to the air and my view?
Mike2005P-Freedom
A wordA sayingA timeA placeA Choice
Freedoman obligationa MissionA hunger
A thing tohold on tountil the endgiven up onlywhen all choicesare exhausted
Freedom is not free!
Mike2010?P-Friendship
Friends, the dark days, the light day, the hard days, the nite times shared not out of lust, or desire, or even vice and degradation but out of love, of companions and times shared, love between two people, not of lust or some base desire, but out of the need to be social, to share moments, words, comments and vents or just hugs, and being there, and to know each others pains and help, and to see the pain in the others eyes and wish it gone, gone by sharing between two, not one alone.
Mike2005/2015P-Friendship Dark
Your a friendSo hit me hardBeat me andtreat me badhate me and love me not.
I want loveyou give me hateI want affectionyou stab me hardhurt me in waysmost sick So I sit herealone and deadand wonderwhy this gunin my handand I just have to think of youand know why.
Mike2005P-Frozen Michelle
Hair of white, but not her own, but lovely contract to the joy of her face, brows thin and tensive, over eyes almond in shape and color, nose flat and cute, lips full and kissable, like ripe fruits of hours of love.. chin strong and inviting for a kiss.
Mike2003For Frozen MichelleP-Gangsta X-Mass
Twas the days after Christmas and all thru the mall not a creature was sturing for all was dead, one over there, another there, one side or another, all sharing deaths final end, a body, and blood, babies and kids, parents covering children, and cops face down and gone, all was gone, for in the days of Christmas, no one was safe, and all was dead..
Gang green, and gang blue, who caredwho was who, for in their violenceall was lost, peace, is shared but notlove, but peace of death, and bloods sharednot in love, but in death, bullets carriedthru bodies by forces strong and angrybut for what, who can say, a worda whisper, a thought or just bored.
Mike AdamsJanuary 2006
Dedicated to a bar in Belfast, where you got to watch what jokes and side your on, and to a bar in North Little Rock Arkansas that we got served but I was the whitest of the soldiers and we felt we might not get a second drink. Most of us in the group was Alaskan Natives (Aleut/Eskimo/Indian) and having to deal with Klan Kountry was different.P-Gangsta X-Mass
Twas the days after Christmas and all thru the mall not a creature was sturing for all was dead, one over there, another there, one side or another, all sharing deaths final end, a body, and blood, babies and kids, parents covering children, and cops face down and gone, all was gone, for in the days of Christmas, no one was safe, and all was dead..
Gang green, and gang blue, who caredwho was who, for in their violenceall was lost, peace is shared but notlove, but peace of death, and bloods sharednot in love, but in death, bullets carriedthru bodies by forces strong and angrybut for what, who can say, a worda whisper, a thought or just bored.
Mike AdamsJanuary 2006
Dedicated to a bar in Belfast, where you got to watch what jokes and side your on, and to a bar in North Little Rock Arkansas that we got served but I was the whitest of the soldiers and we felt we might not get a second drink. Most of us in the group was Alaskan Natives (Aleut/Eskimo/Indian) and having to deal with Klan Kountry was different.
Hum, ok, here is a poems of sorts that is close to home or in ways glad it did not become. The fun of being a geek and finding ways to deal with people and how they can be. or not be. P - Geeks Revenge
Beaten BatteredWalked on, spat onboot prints coveredIgnored or chasedput down, let downforgotten in the hall. But now BitchI have the poweryes oh mighty jockas you scream therewith piss runningdown your legs,and bawling like a cow at slaughter I have the gunI have the bombteacher dead on the floor like so much shit it wasI asked a questionand was made fun ofnot cause I was stupidbut cause I was not its favorite. So who you call motherwhy me, cause I have the power, but why? Cause I have moreforce than you?I can reach outtouch you hardharder than you everdid me, you and the teamas you chased me downlike a deer in flight, andteachers standing bylike cheering sectionsand snotty bitches alllined up, cheering you onas you made my life hell But do not worry, its all a joke, the gun you moron is a water onethe bombs, grin, you ignorant whore is justtubs of plastic madeof props from the theatre departmentbut the images arepriceless of you beggingfor your life, offeringme your body and allthe delights you have shared with the teachersteams and others..And I am getting an A in the Drama class, causewell teachers in on it. I do not want them, why cause I saw the report oh, whose the father? And how much penicillin you going to need? Oh, yes, the schoolheard everything.Same for you Super Jock, so now you can dread Like I, and run from class to class,always in fear, dreading life and wantingto die and end it all but never doneOr hunted like an animalby those who you oncecalled friends, but stabbed their backswhen gone. Mike200? This is for all the geeks, nerds, special kids, and others who just for what ever never quite fit in, was left alone, ignored by the teachers, parents, faculty, and abused by the jocks and social junkies of the world, who in the name of their drama, made others lives a living hell.. For the victims of Columbine.. I wish it had never happened, but understand some on why it happened. P-Ghosts of the Past:
Past, present, futureGhosts all, hiding the lightholding me fast to the deadGhosts holding me backGhosts hiding the lightGhosts blocking the futureA Fog of the DeadGhosts everywhereMy brain screamsWhy? Who? Where?Save me from this, butnothing comes backfor the fog blocks all.
Ghosts of the PastPresent and Futureof friends lost andgone. Dead or cold tomy heart. Holding mehear, in the darknesscold and hopeless.Holding me hereto this mortal painof memories.Of ghosts holding meback from peace ofmind, forgivenessand understanding why?And of soul, lost andobsessed with the ghosts.
Please it was fun, butyou left by hands ownor accident, or justplain stupidity.
I tried to helpBut ignorance is nobliss. Actions to takeBut regret own guiltextreme. Questioningwhy did you hate us somuch, to leave withhardly a word?Or warning, why?Did you hate us so?
Your life, family,friends and loves?To leave us thisvoid and memoriesdark. Ghosts holdingon long after theliving is long gone.But chin tightstill here. Lockedin this grey lifenearly ghostsour selves.
(still editing)
Mike2007P-Glory
What is glorya memory or thoughtsor someone else rememberedbut you do notfor what is leftafter glory is done?Is a body deadone who did all,just for friendsor unknownsbut not for glorybut out of loveand duty, not cause it wasasked for but it was just it seemed neededdone.
Mike2007
P-God is Dead Hero, or villianSaint or demonGod or Devil
Mike Adams2009not finished (got some ideas but ... Just seen Watchman so ..)P-Going Insane 2016
Going Insane
A man needs loveBut gets hate
Wants hateBut gets Pain
Wants respectbut gets dishonered
Wants painBut insteadGoes insane
Mike2013In the worksThe joy of why we go insane andHow it could be averted ifJust some gave them love andNot hateP-Got to Fuck:
love to fuck..want to fuck, have to fuck,oh what the fuck, lets fuck..
Mike2005
The Grail:
I seem to ramble from place to place, never staying one in any one place, ever searching, like a knight on quest, for that grail oh so dear, so close but oh so far, almost in sight, but never visible, I go on and on, until the end is here, and it draws near, and I can hear the calls of angels sweet, and I shall finally drinkof that cup, so rich and rare a draught it shall be, for in the end, the cup will hold life, and life is so sweet, and to know this, I quest.
May 1998Mike AdamsP-Green Eyes
A women deep in thought, standingstrong and senseous, thinking of one she loves, and needs, wants and desires, to be there, for sharing and touching, loving and talking, knowing and kissing, teasing and being close, warming bodies combined as one, deep in passions throws until the world passes away.And they lie there, together, lockedas one, fluids shared or just souls combined as one..
For Green Eyed Picture 11.Mike2003P-Hail Mary (Valley of Death):
Hail Mary full of cum, the sperm is in you.. blessed art thou, for thou is not a virgin, blessed is the fruit of my penis.. Jesus.
Mike Adams2012?
P-Hail Mary - Valley of Death
Hail Mary full of cum, the sperm is in you.. blessed art thou, your not a virgin, blessed is the fruit of my penis.. Jesus.
Mike Adams2004P-Hairy Leg
Would love your hairy legs next to mine, and see your unmade up face next to me in the mornings light..like velcro, we do mix, hair to hair, stuck as long.. Strong and unbroken..
Mike Adams2004P-Handles
Hair long and lucious, smile of white, nose that perks up and cute..
Ah lady dear, of far you traveled, light of frame, bright of smile, hair long, falling like rivers of darkness, eyes small and light of heavens bliss, shoulders bare to the air and kisses, hugs and touches of care, body hot like passions kiss, ah to hold you close, and smell your breathkissing lips light, and nose upturned, to carress your hair and ears.. ah your smell is peace and sunny, your warmth keeps the winter air away, our passions flare, kisses, hugs, hands carressing and exploring, looks of longing, not lust, just a quiet desire of longing for a friend and lover. ah to feel you close, and know you are here, and we together, clasped in passions shared, of need for love and holding, like two peas of a pod, together, friends, lovers, buddies and more, talk we do together, of wit and wisedom we do talk. and concerns, of loves and lifes, and how to get more than we have. Shared comments, and dreams unfolding, or just fantasies for the darkess of our longing, never to explore our passions sharedalways denied, but they, but given for life long, as friends close, together alwaysfor one and each other, buddies.
Mike Adams2003
For Ivie
P-Happiness
Happinesswhat is it?How can I knowam I happyor sad, I justdon't know.
Success,failuresmile orfrown
fear orno fearor just numbAlone orgroupSingular,many or what?Am I happy,or sad orjust numb.
I just want tofeel, and knowhappinessto smileto have thingspeople andmemories tobe happy about.
and just feelanything isjust a start.
But nowwhat, andhow to goand be happyI like to knowPlease tell meshow mehelp meand notlet me gointo that darkplace aloneand lost,that hellnever again.
Mike Adams2011(still editing)P-Happy Place
In DarknessA Window openCross paned
To a place warmLighted byA gentle sunLight defused
Trees old and strongA path to fieldsFull of animalsHealthy and well fed.
Secret placeOr refuge,Dumping ground.
But from trashComes life, hopeAnd healing orJust paths.
Its no box explodedBut place of growthunchecked or managed?
That's another story.
Mike Adams2012
More?P-Hate and Fear:
How much I hate you, your snotty attitude,you condisending views and ways,the look you give me in the mirrorthe depression I feel when you hate me sowhat did I do to deserve this pain and agony who are you to put me down, to destroy wall that I am, no hope for the future for the past is agony intense.And the current lost and darkcaught in amber strong and hardenedby years of neglect of self.No future, but more deathand depression, lost in my selfand the loss of who I am was possible to be. What humor, given many giftsand visions, but none of the toolsto make them happen or evenpossible. Locked in this humorousweb of denial, self doubt and denial of self, or just fear,fear of failure, of beingput down by you one more time.So fuck you who I see in the mirrorbut how to remove you, shotgun blastor knive strong and sharp? Pills aplenty I have tried alreadybut to no avail. I am locked here with you, and you with me.Forgive myself for my death, forit is long in comming, do I hateall so much to end it now, orgo on? Help is near, but is itsoon enough.
Mike2004P-Hate Me
Hate me, hurt me, whip me, love me, kill me, die with me, be with me, I love you more, and still.
I rather be the one who jumps than be pushed or driven by your cruel ways and manipulations..
Mike2005P-Haunted Eyes:
Haunted eyes, like windows of the women, to see them pierce the gloom and into my soul, dumb I am struck by their beauty and depth of seeing.. To know how plain my world is with out those eye, piercing me hard and fast, loving but dangerously inviting. Seducing my soul to linger and captured eternally, never wanting to leave, for the joy of seeing, those eyes, those delicious haunted eyes, was all he needed and cared for, until death over took him, for the soul may need the eyes, but the body needs more than just eyes, but he died happy.
Mike2005
for Paige on Hi5http://www.hi5.com/friend/displayProfile.do?userid=554391P-Help Me:
Help me I screamed, but no one replied. I ran to mommy, and busy was she. Daddy, gone as gone in things of speed and flesh.
Family ran away from me in my pain and agony chased by demons of flesh and spirit, beaten and battered and given up for deadteachers, cared not, not my problem was the reply
Friends ran and knew me not, not that had any God said, come here little boy, we will make a man of you and molest you like buddies I once knew.
Mike2005P-Hey Joe
Hey Joe where you going with that keyboard in your hands? Going to spam my old lady, cause I caught her camming with another man!!
Mike2005
P-Hippy Chika Just seeing you smile is poetry. a silly smirk on the lips says much and brings much to me.. laugh lady laugh, for life ends to damn quick to dwell in dark places between heaven and hell.. so laugh, smile be happy, inspire men to die for you, or just love you more. Fear not the darkness for it will end as it began.. with the devil in the dark dying hard and fast.. and your free once more of the pains, agonies and fear from the dark. But the dark is not the cause, it suffers with you. Mike Adams2009
P-Hookie
Face coldWalking hallsdealing deathto anyonewho in the waybut innocent
Mike2007P-Hooters
Hooters, YES, love to talk about them, the rise of her buson, the feel of her breasts, as my tongue slides from mouth, to taste each inch, and suck on nipples tall and proud, chocolate of look and taste, and pleasure brought.. and end up under mistle toe, and kiss like demons inspired, and wake up together and wonder, who are you? why do I know you, oh shit your my bosses daughter and I am doomed.
Mike2004P-Hooters Sight I love seeing your lovely face and form, inspires me to enjoy the day, of assholes and idiots, bitches and morons.. It lightened the day, by the beauty of a women, of graces many,to give me hope for a better day, or just a good start.. Mike 2004P-Hormones Raging?
A muse in form to my mind, and hormones raging,at the sight of profiles pic, which is revealingbut teasing to the sight and senses and bringsabout a joyful pleasure to my mind and soulat the viewing.. Ah yes, makes me want to suck onsomething.. or exploring with hands and hips otherplaces.. to share a movement of hips shared. andhands touching, and moving.. kisses and lips tasting each others flesh, and teasing.. tongue teasingnipplies hard and brown, tasting and teasing,holding with lips soft and gentle, in and out..cloths moves just such, removed fast and furious,or by hands exploring or ripping.. falling to a heap onthe floor, bodies soon after.. warmth shared as sweatcomes and mingles, smells waffling.. and passionsshared.. ah yes, it is free, now I am the key and whereis the gate? ah yes, the gardens gate, behind a forestlight and blonde, with gates parted gentle with hands,and yes the key hole is shown.. and teases, slow or fast?vibrated or teased by lips and tongue? until after time eternal,we fall, to bed and sleep slow and gentle, carressinggentle and slow, as we drift off to sleep..
Mike 200?P-Horror Limerick
There once was an old whore, made sure life was never a bore, she laid her pus out, and got a good bit, and had you all by the score..
Mike Adams2005
Edited 10/10/05P-Hot Chocolate:
Hot milky chocolate, expanding my mind, and senses, hearing, sight and touch are rendered numb and wanting more.. Hot, sweet and damn delicious to the senses, eyes full of the beauty of her, the nose smelling each delight, the ears hearing a voice of pleasure delightful, the tongue tasting the skin and damn yes, the hands touching and ...
More could be said, but all that follows is damnation of not having her here and the depression it brings.
Mike2011(For Rachel Jones)P-Hugs
What is a hugA meeting of bodyTo bodyOr soul to soulTrust and openOpen to in closeAnd not far.
When the needIs there andNothing elseCompares toA hug, up frontAnd trustingLoving and givenFreely.
Mike2013?
Working on it...P-Humpty Dumpty:
Humpty Dumpty Sat on a wallHumpty Dumpty, had a great fallall the Kings horses and all the kings mencould not put humpty dumpty back to gether again.
But a ho from cali, can give him a blowand give him some snow and he is alltogether for now.
Mike200?
See, what crack does to you.P-I Am Borg (We ARE BORG) Alive but deadMind goneresistance lostburned outlost and givenup to the massesof the pastand socialpressuresor just forcedout forgottenfor sanityor just numb. Now justwe are borgand you willbe soon joinedin our unionof mindlessthoughtlesssoul less beingscollectiveand all dreamsdead, with ourjoined dreamover allall well belike us, nofreedom, orseperate thoughtfor choiceburned outfrom the bodytotal, all joinedas cells of thebody collected. Who you wasis now US! Mike2009P-I CHOOSE LIFE,
as I sit here in this chair,I choose to live, and faceall before me alive, andwalk in the light of happiness,joy and living people..To walk the sunshine pathand let the past go away andfall away.. and choose life!!
Mike Adams2011
Thank you Flossie and your welcome Mom. Still writing the above poem, until I can write no more.P-I Mike 2011
Who is Mike
Nice PoliteCourteousHonorableAffectionatePassionateLovingNiceFriendlyHelpfulDancerHeroSpirtualKnowledgePoliteMany
StressedUsedAbusedRepressedLonelyWantingNeedyScaredAfraidChange NeededWork in Progress
WhiningComplainingObnoxiousLoudBoisterousHurtPainedUnforgiven
Mike2010?P-I Will
Beat me, I willWhip me, I willHurt me, I willTease me, I will
I will over come
Mike Adams2007P-Illusions of Love
Dedicated to lost love.
Time is fleeting, ever passing into the day ago.Why do we hope for more than this I will never know.Though I do hope for more than this, for all I haveis hope and a dream for more than this mortal framecan have, but in hope I find a purpose, a direction,and my dreams a reason to go on, day and day, hourand hour, and on until one day my feet can move nomore, falling one in front of the other, and lay downand rest my head on the gentle hills of home and dreamof you my lady love once more.
But until the time is here, I can not think of you forthe pain it brings to me, I can not think of your sweetcaress, the smell of your hair, and the feel of your bodynext to mine, for the pain it brings and to you as well.
I can not face you, face to face, eye to eye, for my heartwill flutter and fly into worlds of fantasy and illusionbeyond all reality and hope for peace, and all I want todo is to behold you once again, but in this I have pledgedto never see you again, to talk to you, to know of whatyou do, and why, so in my honor and my word I deny youtotally and blank you from my mind totally.
For denying you for now is the only answer I know, and inthis I write these words to work it out and let others knowof loss love and to hope for a better day when I can beholdyou in all your loveliness and see the light in your eyesonce again, and hope it is for me you see, and for me you doshine with such light that the stars and sun are no match,but alas that day will never come but in my mind andillusions. So this I pray for all my days to just let it be,and forget you for now and pray for another day.
Mike AdamsApril 24 1998
For Kim, hell was not having her, but knowing I hurt her was hell as well.P-Illusions of Love: Dedicated to lost love.
Time is fleeting, ever passing into the day ago.Why do we hope for more than thisI will never know.Though I do hope for more than this,for all I have is hope and a dream for more than this mortal frame canhave, but in hope I find a purpose, a direction, and my dreams a reason to go on,day and day, hour and hour,and on until one day my feet can move no more,falling one in front of the other,and lay down and rest my headon the gentle hills of homeand dream of you my ladlylove once more.
But until the time is here,I can not think of you for the pain it brings to me,I can not think of your sweet caress,the smell of your hair,and the feel of your body next to mine,for the pain it brings and to you as well.
I can not face you,face to face,eye to eye,for my heart will flutter and flyinto worlds of fantasy and illussionbeyond all reality and hope for peace,and all I want to do is to behold you once again,but in this I have pledged to never see you again,to talk to you, to know of what you do, and why,so in my honor and my word I deny you totallyand blank you from my mind totally.
For denying you for now is the only answer I know,and in this I write these words to work it outand let others know of loss loveand to hope for a better daywhen I can behold you in all your lovelinessand see the light in your eyes once again,and hope it is for me you see,and for me you do shine with such lightthat the stars and sun are no match,but alas that day will never comebut in my mind and illussions.So this I pray for all my daysto just let it be, and forget you for now and pray for another day.
Lord Alaric(mka Mike Adams)April 24 1998
For Kim, hell was not having her, but knowing I hurt her was hell as well.P-Installed Rose
roses are red, so is blood.. dripping on the floor from wounds installed by me as I die.
Mike200?
(varient of another?)In memory of a challenge from a friend to write a poem of red roses and like..P-Iron Woman
She is womenHair of goldFace like sugarEyes that flash
Sugar and sweet andAll that's nice.
But also iron of formAnd will but softInside, and flexibleLike spring steel
Eye that flashWelded, or painful
Mike Adams2012(Not worth finishing it?)
For Andrea, more coming.P-Ithaca
In Ithaca, where the heros lie, to go there and worship long and thoughtful, of battles long and gone, but still fresh in my mind for I am Ulysses and I have returned once again, still cursed to wander the world and beyond with my crew for things we once did, and now forgotten, for the soul can bear only so much and it is gone, but someone still knows, for we still wander, from place to place, time to time, world to world, never for long, and death and destruction follow us, beasts and demons attack us, and test us, we die and by morrow reborn, feeling pain but no peace..
Mike2005
P-Jackhammer
Yes, rip that velvet.. spread the seed deep inside that passage dark and damp.. to feel your neck, soft and sweet, with tongue and cheek, lips locked and tongues entwined, bodies locked in lovers embrace, flowing with the music of the time and place, space togther, warm and sweet, bodies moving in rythm timed.. like spoons bodies entwined, a lump on ass, expanding slowly or fast, but there, ah yes the penis spreading its wings, full filling it pants and to be released fast to a hand or mouth or just the velvet passage of paradise, past the gates of wool and fur, and thru the portal narrow and warm but damp, to spread the legs of the lover dear, to hear her moans of pleasure and jack hammers slow and gently enter into, and slowly move back and forth, in and out, up and down, faster and faster, in an out, bodies come to gether, slap slap slap goes the balls and they bang with and against the music of the thrusting bodies. One on another, thrust and slaps, have the been naughty a word is said? Yes, then take that as a hand comes to buttocks and spanks it hard and loving. you have been a very naughty very naughty girl, shall I give you your medication, hard and fast, or slow and tender, or one or the other, I care not, just to feel your body quiver in the end, and my cum slams into your pussy or ass, to feel it jism down your legs is enough for me, the quivering of your body to see it laying there, face ashewed in basking pleasure born of joined lust and sharing bodies close and dear souls combined and more...
Mike AdamsNov 2003
In a cybersex mode.. P-JANIS
my heart says many things, but I am controlled..ah sweet angel of my mind and heart,to behold you in your glory, clothed or naked, it is the same, for the soul behind the screen enfires me to passions untold.. to join with soul to soul, heart to heart, passion to passion, eyes drinking, bodies close and warm, hands clasped and lipslocked in passions bliss..
Mike2003P-Jessica
Jessica, to see her is to know paradise for her faceand smile speak of the soul within, the beauty of theexternal mirrors the internal. The internal is litheand lean full of clean, loving and blissful in her quietbut reserved way, but on the dance floor and she comesalive, moving soft and swift, fast and to the rythemof the music like she was born of music, her graceand style inspire me in ways not of lust, but of loveand respect, desire but not lustful but to be her partnerin the dance forever and a day, to shine together as oneand to know all secrets as one until the stars fallsaway and nothing can be said, but it was love thatfell from the sky, when I see her there before me.
And I here, quivering but strangely inspired to saymany things, but falling short for to think of her,I fall speechless but in wanting to know her, I finda voice a voice I find with few, a voice of a poetwhose muse has come and stands before him in all herglory and grace, the sight of her face, would cause mydeath if she so willed it, but she does not for she isgentle in her beauty and grace in her face, and her touch..
Mike Adams2003
Jessica was a lady I met at the Refinery and .. got to stop writing poetry for women who barely know me..P-Jill (Of Jill)
Ah to smell her once again, to touch her hand, to smell her scent, as I hold it and kiss it, knowing the joy of her hands, of them around me, and I around her waist, dancing all nite long and feeling joy together, like nothing ever ends..
Oh Jill, to walk up that hill, to fetch the pail of love and knowing,and to walk down the path together, hold hand to hand, so not falling as we walk, finding the path to be smooth and wonderful, and just knowing.. to look face to face, and knowing not the shell of living, but the spirit and energy of the sublime.. arm in arm, hand in hand, souls entwined, more than body but of being.. To live forever together, never seperate..
Oh, yes, the image of thy lovely body, dancing with soap and salt, and water hot and soothing, body dunking slowly, like entry into hell, but joyful like heavens bliss.
Toes first then ankles sweet and petite, then leg, ah to behold that limb, lithe and muscled fine, next the knee and hip and more..
Ah to say more risks death from heart gone wild and dying from thethought of more..
Commune, sweet communion, slow of breath, rising chest, brain calm in the breathing, lips quiver slow and open to each breath slow. Chest rising, mind slowing and calm..
Later Jill, I shall return to thy sweet embrace, and hear thy words slow and sweet and know thy mind, deep and probing, joined as one, in the breathing of our bodies separate but souls joined..
Mike2003P-Jingle Balls:
Jingle Balls, I'm in Hell, One man killing machine, Dads dead, mommys gone and all from my M16.
Mike2005
(sorry its just not me!)
P-Joyous Souls
I see you there,the flow of your bodyglides my eyesto see you allto know you moreto see your eyesand delve into themand know you and holdyou close, toslide my hands aroundyour body lusciousand feel the warmnessof your hands on my assand mine on yours,we we draw each othercloser and feelthe bodies as onecombined as onemoving as oneknowing the smellswarmth and joyof you, knowing youfully, as cloths slideto the ground andand all that keepsour souls apart.Souls that wish to betogether as onejoined as one.in joyous music.or just mutual lustshared as one,moving as one,pleasuring each otherfully, as one.
Mike2007P-June
Twas the June of my lifeThe appogee and she wasThere before the fall.
A bright spark in an existenceDying fast and hard likeA hole of blacK, suckingAll in untill all was darkBut her light, smile And beauty of spirit.Respectful love, not of lustLike a shining star of hopeThat ended too soon.As cancer took it toll,Took her too soon.Her spirit pushed meOn to coast on withThe push she gave andI mIss her still. My June, buddy and friend,Love of my life but not one of lust but Lusting for life.She the standard allTo be measuredA plesant angel, theStandard set for allTo measure up to.Few have come closeNone surpassed andfew need try, forThey fail befor evenStarting.
A lady of grace, strongOf spirit, kind and gentleBut one of worth, strongAnd stern and straight
I wanted but knew no ChanceFor in the loving and wanting
Why, the quandry wasTo break all that I seen, loved and respected in her.
For a chance for more,All would have to beViolated and that was
I loved her more thanThat base desire.
Mike2012
(Editing once I get home
June Spenser was a friend, a lovely lady of quality and class. To want her .... Why I say I as a friend wish ya the best with who your married or with! I wish I had found some one like her. P-Kami
Kami dear, to know you fears and hold you close to know the feel of your warm body next to mine, to feel your tears slide down my face to taste them salty and take them into me not just not of being but also soul, to take away your hates, fears and love your soul, body and more.
To yes, run my hands down your back and cup your firm ass and playwith it and pull you up to meet me fully.To kiss your lips and know your tongue, butmostly to see your eyesand more than just your thighs, to see thedepth of your souland join not just of penis and pussybut soul to soul, mind to mind and knowan eternity of you and I as one. Even if but an instant in our timebut timeless.
Hair dark, skin whiteeyes lovely and hiddenbut in the finding andseeing is the love anddesire, to know your soulfeel it and you feel mineto feel our bodiesquiver at the touchto know so muchto hold and be heldfor ever and a dayto know not just the fleshbut the body, souland spirit and joinas one until an age passes us by and the stars burn out and all is left but our love to rekindle the universe, and bring loveto it all eternal.
Mike2007
For Kami D
P-Kate Kate where are you my dearest Kate,I look high and low, and you elude me,the women of my dreams and desires,wants and fires hot and wanting.I look, and pass many along the way,but I can not see you, but know youare there, for I see your foot stepsin the sand, but they go here, and there,and are hidden from time to time,I find them and follow to find them washedaway. Dearest Kate, I lay here next to you,and feel the draw to love you as a manloves his love, and lady for ever more,but in this respect you and your loveto hold back and respect you as a womenand not an object of desire, but of love,desire, respect and joy forever more. Mike Adams2004/2005 "True compassion is not just an emotional response but a firm commitment founded on reason. Therefore, a truly compassionate attitude towards others does not change even if they behave negatively."- Tenzin GyatsoP-Katrina 2012
A namea storma placeand time.
Example ofnatureor absurdity.of mans institutions
Plans made,ignored. Tragedydead and dispossedlost homes and dreamsor plans made buteasier to destroythan to move.
Mike Adams2012?
P-Klansmen
klansmen sitting on a fence, while johnny dances and sings, of songs of the south in minstral tunes and style.. Drink a 40, loving his honey and doing the wild thing in his truck.
Mike2005
Funny how close one group can be like another group ofthe "opposite" extreme?P-Knightly
To love someone not for lustBut to wrap strong armsArmored shield to protectThem from the demons andDangers of an unhappyWorld and see the smileOn their face come backThe deep wounds healedAnd the trust returnAnd know love of anotherFriendship and peaceAnd know they are lovedProtected and safe, allGood and warm, in armsStrong but gently softFirm but open anytimeAs needed and wanted.
Mike Adams2012
For many AndreaAnd othersP-Know To Much
Information overload
Breath - my asthmaMy Cell - my room refuge or prison, self made or ..Mother Made - how mothers program us to do things for womenOver Clocked - information over load, internet addiction?Know to Much (Political satire?)BaggageAnxiety Blues = anxiety and moreI am Borg - new tech? And politicalTrust Me - about trust or lack of it, and how it was lostAbandoned===P-Lady Love
Nite my sweet ladyof the nite, andarctic snows,how can I love you,in ways unknown,and known, thrupaths un-sown,mountains to beclimbed, andforest paths un-walkeduntil on a mountainof love and delight,minds and bodiesmeet together foreternity and a day,joined as one, eternal.
Mike Adams05/26/04===P-Lady Olumide
Lady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, for entranced am I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all..
Mike2005
For http://profiles.yahoo.com/seniorgirl_topOlumide is the alternate title===P-Laura
So damn close, but so damn far... groan.. the agony..So close to paradise I do so sit here looking but can notsee the paradise of thee..how much I wish to fall for you, and know they inner thougths and thighs, but reality intrudes and holds me back,for friends ship and love hold me fast..fast here in this chair, maneuvering my self to hold me back,and not feel the lust I feel for you, lust that shall be deniedand held fast behind strong doors of respect and love..ah lovely, thou do sit there, holding me fast with your smilesand graces, teasing my senses with your face and dances..Sorry, lusting for you, so please forgive if inspired.. you arequite nice and looking good as well..pray me dear lady, you do not love me in return,for it is a sad love to be shared, and danger intrudes,and madness insues..
Mike2003
Not sure if Poetry or just ramblings? (Lara?)I am an idiot, I let her go, or just was not intelligentenough to know, to listen and respond and find out about herviews and ideals and wants and passions and I lost her,I openned my mouth, said dumb things and lost her! My error,not the first or I suspect the last. I do know I appologizedfor what all it did.P-Left Right
Jesus to the right off me, pothead to the left, here I am drunk in the middle with you.
Mike Adams2005===P-Life is a pain:
Life is a pain at times.Life is a bitch as well.Life can be hell.But life can be good.
Gods a lesbian, cause lifes a bitch.
Mike2005?
(edited 2007)===P-Life is a pain at time.
Life is a bitch as well.Life can be hell.But life can be good.
Mike Adams200?
Gods a lesbian, cause lifes a bitch.===P-Lightning Crash
(not sure yet)===P-Linsee 2014
To see your face and smile your eyes bright and green and I felt joy I see you and want you to know your smile and feel smell and taste and touch every day until there is nothing left but worlds cinder and suns burned out and your smile re-lights them anew and all is well.
Mike Adams 2011
(not sure for who, it came and went like snow on a hot night. May have met her once but ..)Even called "Lindsey/Linsee" she sEemed so nice, has kids, hard working, divourced or is now, intelligent and loving but ..===P-Linsee
To see your face and smile your eyes bright and green and I felt joy
I see you and want you to know your smile and feel smell and taste and touch every day until there is nothing left but worlds cinder and suns burned out
and your smile re-lights them anew and all is well.
Mike Adams 2011 (not sure for who, it came and went like snow on a hot night)
I met her today?===P-Liz Complete
Short and petite, and oh so damn sweat.Short, sexy, smiles like passions explodingand desired in eyes mischief.
Body fine and dandy, oh I wish she was handy,to love long and slow, or fast and passionatejust being here, close, to know intimatelyto feel her hands, to know her smaile, taste of lipsand body warm. and share in the exploration ofdesires shared and even unkknown, to learnwhat each needs and wants and do it, explore itand expand into each other and know each partintimate..
To feel here riding me, like a wild filly,her nipples so damn close to be tasted likeripe fruits but her breasts riding up and downin time to out passions shared, ride the ponyGOD ride they pony. To feel her pussy tightenaround my hard cock, to feel her suck the lifeout of it, ah yes I quiver.. Damn, your goodyou naughty little vixen you, I exclaimwith moaning breath. Ah yes.. to feel her bodyquiver, with passions expressed.
But to love and pleasure her, to know her wants,desires and needs and bring them forth,satisfy them wach in turn, to bring her topassions peak and beyong and expand eachin the sharing.
To stare into your eyes, to smell your scent to feelthe heat build as our hands move to each other, to claspand begin to move to the music, to find the music movingus closer, and closer until we are one body on the dancefloor. Moving as one, until ...
can you feel my hands on your firm ass, touching, squeezing,careesing it to the time of the music, my breath on our shoulder,my lips teasing, almost touching.
To guide you with the stiffness in my groin, rubbing shifting for you..Moving across the floor as one, up and down, no one knowingwhat we are doing and how it feels.. Teasing your right palm..Feeling your nipples against my chest.. Wanting so much to justfuck it, get naked and not caring who sees or what happens,just to go for it, to strip cloths off as we move and you jumpin my lap, to land just so..
with wild abandonment, to slide down the willing shaft, desiringyour warmth and moist garden of love and lust.. Hair cascadingdown you back, and you scream and I moan, YES.Coming together as one.. But reality is here.. We know whatwe want, but ...
Oh yes. I moan, I so love your mouth, your tongue playing itlike a harp of heaven, but wanting more and more until...
Damn, you love front, top? I love the image of you on top,sliding your loving moist pussy over my shaft, guiding it in,and your lovely nipples and breasts firm, for my view andteasing pleasure. To tinkle and pinch them. Moving my thumband fingers, in a slight and gentle movement, like uncorkingyour passions.
Mike2008/2009
P-LONG DISTANCE LOVE: To cute the man says,the women replies, yes,but you love me anyways,yes and more, but how tokeep my self off the floorfrom loving you, for youare there, and I am here,and the floor is closer,than the door, how to loveanother so far away, to kissand hug, to touch and tease,to know her as a women andas a friend, with outthe knowing the eyes, the soul,the joy of her sighs, the lookof her hair, the knowing she isthere and he is here, to bodies,two souls apart but connectedby wires and glass, distancesfar but love shared.
Mike 2005Work in progressP-Longing
The pain of loving onewho can not be yoursand she will never knowfor she is blind to yourlove and caring for herin ways she may neverunderstand or be able tosee, she screams for anice guy, who wants herfor more just her bodybut she keeps, chasing anddrinking, or just not seeingher love and desiresor so she says, are herenext to her and she will notsee and so it is the dichotomythe irony of things inlove is close by but alsofar away, never to be shared.
Explored or even expressedfor we are all blind to itand those who love usuntil it comes up, oftenat the worst time, or toolate. But such is lifeor fate or just timing?
How to tell, show themyour love, and pain fortheir pains and agonies.Why, he or she is notgood for you, but youstand by and hope,and pray they will behappy, if with youso much the better, buthappy with who or whatthey are with, be happynot sad or worse in grievouspain and agony, fromanother bad time..
Seeing them crashonce again, wanting toreach over and holdthem close, and showyour love, affectionand respect and longingfor them, but in thisthe pain, to wish thempain free, ....Please oh pleasenot another assholeor bitch or abusiveboy friend or girlfriendplease stop, it hurts tosee you in such painbut you do it once againand my heart breakseach time, and I wantto just hold you closeand protect you fromthe darkness, and knowyour safe, loved, andprotected!! But such isfree will, its not alwaysfor the best for you,and one has to learnwhat is best for oneself,but friends and thosewho love them, can help,guide, share, or even screamwhat the hell, we love you,we beg you please stop hurtingyourself and us who love you.
But so I sit here, watchingseeing, knowing and hoping.I would tell you of my love,or show it, or just reach overand give you a gentle touch,to let you know we care!And please do not hurtfor we hurt with you.Find better, we prayeven if not me, just behappier and safe.For we are you, and youare us, and we are of one flesh,soul and spirit, togetheras friends, forever!
(Still writing..)
Mike Adams2011
(still working on, its a long story and not sure how to express it fully)
For many but
Jenn P.Karen G.Andrea M.And others?
Or maybe I am not all that good or I am her in male form? How to pick who is best for us and sort thru the assholes male or female?
P-Lost Life:
I sit here with my head in handwondering where my life has gonewhat things of glory have I donewhat deeds of might and honorbut all I do is sit here in the darkand lament the wasted yearsof depression and of darknessdarkness that I can not let gofor it is all I know.Even when the light comes inI block it out, hide it awayfrom my eyes, for the darknessis my only comfort.The light does not feel rightjoy escapes of my own twisted choice.Why can I not accept the joyand light and live a happy lifewhy must I torment my self sofor when things are bad, I am comfortand when they are good, I feel uneasyuneasy that it will be taken awaycruely, like so many things in lifeby a parent, a bully or just godI know not, just that this hasto end, this life of darknessof lost love and promises unmadeborn was I to do great thingsbut I have squadered them awaylike so much sand, thru fingersthat can not hold my head upinto the light, for the lightcomes so quick, and then it issnatched away, so I deny itbefore it can be stolen awayis my claim. I know not,just that help is not here,but depression is so closebut held at bay for nowso in the end, what can I sayit is better than I was oncefor I am active in findingwork, to replace the one Iso rudely lost of my ownstupidity and nature givenaway.
Mike2004
God I hope this year gets better, cause it is getting worse all the time.
P-Lost Self
Who am Ior was II a knowI am lovedbut not surewhy for Ihave forgottenwho this personis beside me,they love meI know butwhy, I haveforgotten forit is justfiltered andgrey and memoriesthat seem distantand many lostin the abyss thatis now my pastshe sitsnext to meand shows me lovebut I feel somethingbut forget whywho and what it wasfor all is slowlysliding away andI feel hurtsad and toplease let me gofor I am gone andit hurts to seethe pain in your eyesand the fear I feelin where I amor was or goingor why you stillhold me closebut I have forgottenwho you are, or wasbut only know whatyou say you are, wife,mother, brother,husband and childrenbut are you surefor I know you not,but know I shouldknow you and I feelfor you and dimmemories of you orlost and dying slowlyThank you, I thinkbut for whatnot sure why butI feel the lovefor your staying onfor when I rememberI know you and am lucidbut its fading moreand more and damnI have pissedI think it is whatit is, or druelor just sorryI can not speakor even hold wordsin my mind forwhat.. lost itfocus gone..Night I knowlet me go, butyou refuse butwhy, who was Iwhat was I and ...
Mike2011
For Rayenette but for all who have lost a family member/friend,slowly thru the slide into dementia, and especially those who stayand take care of them, even if the end will likely be a slow/fastdecent into them not knowing who and why you are taking care of themand they the spirit that they was, dying, the body left behindbut a husk, with no life.P-Lost Sunshine
Here I sit, my head in my hands,wondering how the day has gone away,how I lost her, and never noticed tilnow that she was gone, my sunshine,my life my dreams is gone, and I knownot when she was gone, just that she is gone..
Oh to scream, would it do well to scream,or just stand here bleeding of woundsinflicted, self or others, need it notmatter? For I die slow and lonely, withblood seeping out from wounds a plenty,so should I scream, or just die..
Mike2005
P-Love Lust (Unfinished?)
Front as in how lovely you are in total,the whole you.. A face is just a face, butit is just one part of a whole being, the siteof a face leads to the front and down, andthen around, then to touches and tastes andsmells of delight.. Not only of neck, buthair, of lips, of common things, and oftensounds of passions shared, and times spentsleeping together in a bed together andseeing the mundane things of life.. Likea snore, a breath and more.. but yes, alsothe mature things. but ..
Mike Adams11/27/03
P-Love Me
love me, leave mewant me, hunt me,never let me go.Find me, hunt me,run or hug me close,never let me go..
Mike Adams200?
(happier form)
P-Lovely Ladies Gifts:
A muse in form to my mind, and hormones raging,at the sight of profiles pic,which is revealing but teasing to the sightand senses and brings about a joyful pleasureto my mind and soul at the viewing..Ah yes, makes me want to suck on something..or exploring with hands and hips other places..to share a movement of hips shared.and hands touching, and moving..kisses and lips tasting each others flesh, and teasing..tongue teasing nipplies hard and brown, tasting and teasing,holding with lips soft and gentle, in and out..cloths moves just such, removed fast and furious,or by hands exploring or ripping..falling to a heap on the floor, bodies soon after..
warmth shared as sweat comes and mingles, smells waffling..and passions shared.. ah yes, it is free, now I am the keyand where is the gate? ah yes, the hgardens gate, behind aforest light and blonde, with gates parted gentle with hands,and yes the key hole is shown.. and teases, slow or fast?vibrated or teased by lips and tongue? until after time eternal,we fall, to bed and sleep slow and gentle,carressing gentle and slow, as we drift off to sleep..
Mike Adams09/06/04P-Loves Pain 2014
In sadness and despairI do rise up from hells depthto shine in skys brightwith hells fires lightto shed the anger and despairand stand in the open air.To throw off the chainsof death and painto give my all to God,Lord and master of allI do cry to the heavensto release me from thismortal bonds and let mysoul shine high into the skyand bless all with the lightsof my eyes enflamedby the pain and agonyand sins past left behindthe veil of love and peace,of faith and love, trustand join and find blisswith my lover true.
Mike2003P-Lust (1)
How can I compare my love to a single day,for an eternity of delight she does present me,her laugh, her sighs, the touch of her thighs,as I tease her gently with my love,exploring the recesses of her garden of delight,her eyes that flash as we come together as one,thrust for thrust, scratch for scratch, moan for moan,until with passions shared, we fall together in moanful bliss,exploding as one being, entwined in lips and bodies combined..
Or, her hair like darkness falling to shoulders bare, and white.Like rivers of ebony, on to my sight, I do behold her eyes,ah the pain of knowing she is there, but so far away. A kiss,a whisper, a memory buried deep and dark I do hide awayof the times together, locked as lovers. To kiss her lips onceagain, her neck, and cheeks.. her nose quite fair.To tease her with my careesses and shared in twined,hips in motion slow and deliberately, cloths aschew acrossthe room, from door to bedroom dark, we did ride until wefind peace in side each others hearts, minds arms and soul.and blissfully asleep in each others arms, to greet the dayand know the night was paradise unbound.to sadly part to our parts in the play of life..
Mike2003P-Lycaine
I live alone,hunt alone,be alone likea wolf am I,but human too.Such is the quandryof my kin and kindred,we live alone,but need each otherto survive, to go onand live and not dieby the hands of our enemies.Of which there is many,but all alone..
Mike2005Starting YMSG for Abrigon66...6:44:36 PM Abrigon66: Silence, nope, some are a bit violent about not reading it..6:44:46 PM madamegotti: abrigon6:45:10 PM Abrigon66: Hi Gotti, how you doing? Not talking about me, I just love parody..6:45:27 PM madamegotti: abrigon. Im fine... what?6:45:48 PM Abrigon66: Someone asked if anyone here reads HP comments or the books?6:46:19 PM Abrigon66: Jender, that can be arranged for ya..6:47:00 PM Abrigon66: Lesbians never suck, they lick!!6:49:27 PM Abrigon66: Gotti, I sent ya something a buddy of mine sent me, nice erotic literature..6:49:36 PM madamegotti: abrigon to my email?6:49:38 PM Abrigon66: Hello Mia..6:49:41 PM Abrigon66: yes?6:56:24 PM Abrigon66: having someone stalk you is NO FUN..6:56:52 PM Abrigon66: Don't tell her you love her unless you mean it.7:03:32 PM sukrita_mahon: ABRIGON, WHAT'S WITH THE PORNO?!7:10:00 PM Abrigon66: Gotti, very nice, still .... grin..7:10:11 PM Abrigon66: recovering, grin..7:10:21 PM madamegotti: lol abrigon7:10:29 PM moocowseacow: Hey Abrigon!7:10:40 PM Abrigon66: you like to come to Alaska gotti, we need more sexy ladies!!!7:11:03 PM moocowseacow: Abrigon you need more heat period in Alaska!7:11:33 PM Abrigon66: Mooscow, it was like 70F outside today.. but will chill down laters..7:11:53 PM Abrigon66: so how to get me down there then?7:13:37 PM Abrigon66: Kara, your hubby likes to watch or ..7:14:08 PM Abrigon66: Well all are lesbians, just some have penises..7:19:40 PM Abrigon66: Gotti better?7:19:48 PM Abrigon66: damn thing is too dark..7:19:58 PM madamegotti: lol abrigon im confused7:25:07 PM belladonnaprettypoison: hi abrigon7:28:25 PM Abrigon66: Gotti is SEXY
7:28:56 PM madamegotti: thanks abrigon7:29:27 PM Abrigon66: me, got to go shower, darn it.7:32:14 PM Abrigon66: MIA, she is MINE!!!!7:32:21 PM Abrigon66: grin..7:32:33 PM Abrigon66: okay , I got one nipple you the other? 7:33:58 PM Abrigon66: you get which you want Mia and I will take the other one, so we are not sharing nipples, just ..7:34:10 PM Abrigon66: Gottis pleasure?7:36:26 PM Abrigon66: Damn Gotti, now what was I doing.. darn it..
7:41:32 PM Abrigon66: things maybe cold here in winter, but it heats up pretty well..7:43:53 PM Abrigon66: Customer is always right?7:44:36 PM Abrigon66: My capn, my capn, ah shit fuck my capn...7:44:56 PM madamegotti: lol abrigon... share.7:45:03 PM capn_swoosh: abrigon...........you just made my thing twitch....i love it when men shout out my name in passion7:45:21 PM Abrigon66: grin.. sharing you with him, darn. for you okay..7:45:47 PM Abrigon66: love to fuck the Italians, each hot virgin female of them..7:45:58 PM madamegotti: abrigon. leaves me out.7:47:06 PM Abrigon66: grin Capn..7:47:32 PM Abrigon66: but stay away from Didios, they maybe my nieces..7:48:55 PM Abrigon66:7:49:28 PM Abrigon66: Mafioso.. started as a revolutionary group that wandered into crime..7:49:48 PM Abrigon66: damn dark..7:50:45 PM Abrigon66: here ass it was.. and moonlight was there to greet it, but the light was not..7:51:00 PM madamegotti: what abrigon7:51:17 PM Abrigon66: like my cam, all I saw was darkness..7:51:38 PM Abrigon66: oe the find \./ as well?7:52:00 PM Abrigon66: non fumori?7:52:04 PM Abrigon66: no smoking.7:52:11 PM Abrigon66: but she make me smoke..
7:58:03 PM Abrigon66: Seni: Continuo a desiderare vedere i vostri seni. nudo alla vista dei miei occhi, benchè il basamento della macchina fotografica davanti me, esso sia nel mio punto di vista di menti, per toccare e prendere in giro loro, bacio e squeeeze loro, per succhiarli ed intrappolare, lento e da addolcire, o duro come desiderati oppure no.
nipples like pancakes spread before me, wanting the syrup of my being, to taste them slow and easy, lips and tongue..
7:52:59 PM Abrigon66: it is okay Gotti, we love ya anyways..7:54:02 PM Abrigon66: eyes like diamonds, nuggets of beauty to my sight, hair like pulled back rivers of darknes, lips that speak of many things, but all are for bedrooms and not for common talk..7:55:09 PM Abrigon66: talk between a man and his wife, of lovers and things they say to one another in a bed of their sharing.. Eye to eye, face to face, body to body, hands and feet touchiung, sharing warmth of soul, spirit and body..7:55:54 PM Abrigon66: just take it out and beat it against a tree guys.7:56:14 PM Abrigon66: sorry, you can't do that, I can, and .. damn those trees are abused..8:02:31 PM Abrigon66: instructed by who?8:02:39 PM madamegotti: abrigon. thats classified.8:02:44 PM Abrigon66: grin..8:02:47 PM Abrigon66: happy man..8:03:37 PM Abrigon66: Kill me dear, but do it with love, and sex, passionas shared until I can not go on and die in your arms, my manhood giving you pleasure, deep and dark, and shared..8:06:42 PM Abrigon66: ah to suck, to lick, to hold, to handle, to feel and know, to taste and fondle every inch, to know and delight, to bring pleasure, to view and know each inch, yes..
8:10:38 PM Abrigon66: ah yes, to feel her mouth wrapped around and loving, my lips around hers as well, to share passions of sucking, fucking, loving and knowing, touching, teasing, showing, giving of each other, soul, mouth, and things more insane..ah yes, lean back and probe, show and deliver, to see and know, as what one would do together..P-Martha Dear Martha, Humpy MumpyWhy you have to dieIrony is all I can say. Tragedy and angerbrother deadguilt or justgrief over whelminganger and pain To lovely to be normal.Used by others to beaccepted or mule.Drugs, alcoholtravel and abortionsbut in the end theirony is, to die.But by boy friendafter giving birthFinally of a childafter giving upso many they say. So is the Ironyand tragedy ofyour life. Angershown when drunkbut now sober,but to littleto late or justexpressed by Not much to saymental or justhurting unendingbut brought outwhen drunk What can be saidJust good byelittle oneMu Humpy MumpyLoved younot for yourlooks but foryour friendshipI am sorry I wasnot a better friendfor in the endwe failed youus all, by notbeing better. Sorry. Mike2009P-Mary
Mary Mary howcontrary or justhurt a lot.
How to love youRespect youAnd know you
But a wall is thereHard and steadySmile fades fastLocked in work
But not my concernOr care but peaceAnd healing.
Mike2015P-Mask
A manor womenA lookeyes darkdead creepy
but hidingbut whatpain angerlove losttrust abused
a little childlost and abandonedforced to be darkto hate allto force all awayby eyes darkand dead.
Mike2006
About the masks we wear to hide the little kids and pain behind them..
Angel Behind Dark Eyes
P-Melissa (2004):
hair of gold, short or held back, eyes brown and lovely like a does, nose, kissable, and lovable, lips, small and smiling, lighting up the room for me to see the rest of her, ah the delight of her face, her neck, her ears, her shoulders bared to my sight, to hold her close and let her know, that it is all right to cry, or fear, or feel, but good to let go.. you remind me of a cheerleader, full of energy, of smiles and cheer..
Mike Adams2004P-Melody
Melody, how to describe her,but as a song, a song of lovely notes,a tune most gentle and lovely.A melody that carries thru the head,heart and soul until the end of all,for she is Melody and is a song.
Mike2005
p-Mike I 2011
Who is Mike
NicePoliteCourteousHonorableAffectionatePassionateLovingNiceFriendlyHelpfulDancerHeroSpirtualKnowledgePoliteMany
StressedUsedAbusedRepressedLonelyWantingNeedyScaredAfraidChange NeededWork in Progress
WhiningComplainingObnoxiousLoudBoisterousHurtPainedUnforgiven
Mike2010?
P-Mike
Man sitting, tensive of thought, head in hand, thinking of the days gone by,feet hairy and bare, shirt white and strangly clearn, pants black,eyes staring into space, or the lady of the camera I loved dearly,but who left to go to the monster she desired more..
Mike1998For Josie------------------------------------p-Mike I 2011
Who is Mike
NicePoliteCourteousHonorableAffectionatePassionateLovingNiceFriendlyHelpfulDancerHeroSpirtualKnowledgePoliteMany
StressedUsedAbusedRepressedLonelyWantingNeedyScaredAfraidChange NeededWork in Progress
WhiningComplainingObnoxiousLoudBoisterousHurtPainedUnforgiven
Mike2010?
P-Minerva
Eyes intense, like light house beaconin the nite. Smile that lights a room,hair that flows down to shoulders bare,hips that speak of many things, butmostly of holding close with dancingcheek to cheek, glasses cute and nerdybut sweet, neck that begs to be kissed,but soft and slow, tasted and savouredfor days and years and more. Untileternity passed into the nextand souls entwined for ever more.
Mike2003P-Mistress Oh sweet mistress,lithe and fair,hair to thee ass so tight,to love you is to need you,to need you to want you,to want you is to give you all,my heart, my soul, my being,money and possessions all,for but a nite with you,to kiss with you sweetand slow, long and hard,passions shared as one,to know thy bliss and thy kiss,body warm and shared,how can I not want itmore and more? Mike May 2004P-Mistress Oh sweet mistress,lithe and fair,hair to thy ass so tight,to love youis to need you,to need youto want you, to want youis to give you all,my heart, my soul,my being, moneyand possessions all,for but a nite with you,to kiss with yousweet and slow,long and hard,passions shared as one,to know thy blissand thy kiss,body warm and shared,how can I not want itmore and more? MikeMay 2004P-Mistress Mischief (aka Ana)
In your eyes, eyes that flashwith smiles and frowns,with morons and with clowns,with lovers and with friends,to light the room or strike it down,her eyes smile, her smile smiles,and death has no place in my heart,for her smile is of light and joy,of love and pleasure shared, not of sex,but of soul, of vision done as one..
How can I describe it,the alter of her being,smooth of skin, lithe of body,face to cause me to slaughtereach other for a moment of hertime. How to worship at your alter,or die trying. How can I love you,with pain, and delight,of love and carress,or look and delight,of touch and sight,or soul and more,of kiss and carress,of hair and a mess.Or just you being you..smile for me?
Darkness falls, the worldis at an end, for shehas closed the curtains tight,from my heart, and words.ah sweet light, how thoutempts me to look up andenjoy the heat, warmthand pleasure of your rays and times,but darkness comes to quick, and I am cast down back into the pitof my own doubt, and lonely soul.Trapped once agian, until you fall,fall into this darkness to light it up,to give it hope, truth, knowledge, and more..But until then, I sleep..
Mike Adams2004
abrigon: Mistress Mischief in your eyes, eyes that flash with smiles and frown, with morons and with clowns, with lovers and with friends, to light the room or strike it down, her eyes smile, her smile smiles, and death has no place in my heart, for her smile is of light and joy, of love and pleasure shared, not of sex, but of soul, of vision done as one..abrigon: darkness fall, the world is an end, for she has closed the curtains tight, from my heart, and words.abrigon: ah sweet light, how thou tempts me to look up and enjoy the heat, warmth and pleasure of your rays and times, but darkness comes to quick and I am cast down back into the pit of my own doubt, and lonely soul. Trapped once agian, until you fall, fall into this darkness to light it up, to give it hope, truth, knowledge, and more.. But untul then, I sleep..P-Monie
Her smile, lights the room. Thy eyes lovely and deep,her nose perky and lovely, her neck exposed to the airand perfumed and tasting like paradise, her shoulder,leading the delights of her breasts, exposed to mine eyes,and delighting to the sight, ah to be lost in them,her smile, to kiss her lips, soft and slow, tonguesprobing and giving promise to other things.
To hold her close, to smell her scent, and the bloodpounding from the exposer, to hold her close, and knowher warmth, her hands around me, and mine around here,nothing exists but us two. Together as one. hips movingslow, lips locked.. teasing flesh, tasting each other,inch and inch, delighting in the feel of the skin, astongue glides over skin, soft and smooth..
I do love your smile, dear lady, the light in your eyes,eyes that are also sad in some way.. to know you desperation,and to be your inspiration, is all a man can crave, to be loved,to love, to give his soul to her, and she to him, together as one,so that even death is not a parting but temporary..
To wonder, who is this women I do see before me, friend, foe,lover, demon, family, loved one for an age, or passing love,only time shall tell.. one chance, is limited, but such is life,but only one chance.. to hold one close, to be partners, to knowher thougths, and she his.. to be bound together, to share thefuture, past and present, passions shared, not only the lovingof the bed, but the loving of sharing each others space, time,future and fate..
Please no lower lady dear.. for the lowering of the sunis my soul decending into deaths land of darkness and dispair,the sun lowering below the horizon, and she is gone.. but pleaserise again my dearest sun. For in your light, I grow.. I theseed, you the sun, time the earth.. all is needed for the growingof the idea, the plant, the concept, the love, the desire,to need, to waking moments and dreams shared.. have I help youarise, your heart no longer heavy? helped you.. may I see moreof your beauty? picture, drawings, words, voice and more?
Mike Adams200?Mike2004P-Monie Her smile, lights the room. Thy eyes lovely and deep, her nose perky and lovely, her neck exposed to the air and perfumed and tasting like paradise, her shoulder, leading the delights of her breasts, exposed to mine eyes, and delighting to the sight, ah to be lost in them, her smile, to kiss her lips, soft and slow, tongues probing and giving promise to other things. To hold her close, to smell her scent, and the blood pounding from the exposer, to hold her close, and know her warmth, her hands around me, and mine around here, nothing exists but us two. Together as one. hips moving slow, lips locked.. teasing flesh, tasting each other, inch and inch, delighting in the feel of the skin, as tongue glides over skin, soft and smooth.. I do love your smile, dear lady, the light in your eyes, eyes that are also sad in some way.. to know you desperation, and to be your inspiration, is all a man can crave, to be loved, to love, to give his soul to her, and she to him, together as one, so that even death is not a parting but temporary.. To wonder, who is this women I do see before me, friend, foe, lover, demon, family, loved one for an age, or passing love, only time shall tell.. one chance, is limited, but such is life, but only one chance.. to hold one close, to be partners, to know her thougths, and she his.. to be bound together, to share the future, past and present, passions shared, not only the loving of the bed, but the loving of sharing each others space, time, future and fate.. Please no lower lady dear.. for the lowering of the sun is my soul decending into deaths land of darkness and dispair, the sun lowering below the horizon, and she is gone.. but please rise again my dearest sun. For in your light, I grow.. I the seed, you the sun, time the earth.. all is needed for the growing of the idea, the plant, the concept, the love, the desire, to need, to waking moments and dreams shared.. have I help you arise, your heart no longer heavy? helped you.. may I see more of your beauty? picture, drawings, words, voice and more? Mike 2004P-Moonlight on snow.
One night while walkingin the lighted darknessI noticed the moonshining brightlyfloressing the snowto light my way
The night was lite up,but in a combo effect,the moonlight full,the snow hard andcrystaline, reflectingall back, the northernlights bouncing aroundand cascading like water,and the clouds floressinglike light bulbs, reflectingthe light of all aroundback in concert of light.
The road was dark,but the snow wasbright not daylight,but a blue ice grey,not glacier coldbut oddly warm,bound by trees darkand road darkerbut visible in thedarkness from the lightsof heaven boucingoff the snowlighting my way.
My way to peacelove and harmonyBeauty shown indarkness, butremembered.
Mike Adams2006P-Morgoti:
A horse alive but dead a rider riding slumped over,over a plain of skulls and dead strewn around,or semblance of life is all you see..
Rider comes closer and you see the horse is not livingbut not dead, but someplace in between or parody of lifeit stands there with rider, sitting rider with eyes deadand lost, lost to the now, and the past, or even futurefor each is just living.
Living a life that is not living, he knows the pain of loss,not only life but of faith, alone he stands, but not alone,for he is crawliny with life but not life, small andnimble they are, they keep him aliveeven when he no longer wishes to live.
Dead many times, some he remembers some he forgetsfor the remembering is pain, to forget, the only cure,or solution, as much as he feels anything any morefor his humanity was gone long ago, how long no one knowsfor he has lost the wish to keep time, just that this isthe now and he wishes to be dead to it, but cannot die, for they keep him alive if you cancall being more machine than man, living. Notobvious, but they are there.
You look in his eyes, and all is dead, butreplaced by nothing for what is a man with outhope, dreams and desires, emotions and the willto live?
You look around and all that seems normal is not,you realize with a start the trees, bushes andanimals all are dead, or some pale semblance oflife, for all are imperfect copies made for therider but he no longer cares, it is just there,they just exist and he cares not.
No one else is here for all died ages ago, in something the man knows of but not telling but knowingis madness as it is for he was the one who broughtit about, in his pride, ignorance or just plainstupidity he let it go and all died from it, forall was consumed by it what it is is, all you needto see around to know but you can not see for youare not really here? or he is killing you eatingyour soul draining your life but he knows not is notconscious of it, for he no longer wants to know,blocked from his mind and memories is your passing,only that he keeps going not that he wants to keepgoing but he plods one foot in front of the other,or on the horse being he rides to the next victim,for he has died many times to be taken back toliving for they will not let his body die even ifhis soul died an age ago.
His body lives on and forces his mind alongfor the pain and agony, and ride eternal.
Mike2005
(2014?)P-Morgoti:
A horse alive but deada rider riding slumped over,over a plain of skullsand dead strewn around,or semblance of life is all you see..
The rider comes closerand you see the horseis not living but not dead,but someplace in betweenor parody of lifeit stands there with rider,sitting rider with eyes deadand lost, lost to the now,and the past, or even futurefor each is just living.
Living a life that is not living,he knows the pain of loss, not only lifebut of faith, alone he stands, but not alone,for he is crawliny with life but not life,small and nimble they are, they keep himalive even when he no longer wishes to live.
Dead many times, some he remembers some he forgetsfor the remembering is pain, to forget,the only cure, or solution,as much as he feels anythingany more for his humanitywas gone long ago, how longno one knows for he has lostthe wish to keep time,just that this is the nowand he wishes to be dead to it,but can not die, for theykeep him alive if you can callbeing more machine than man,living. Not obvious, butthey are there.
You look in his eyes,and all is dead,but replaced by nothingfor what is a man with out hopes,dreams and desires, emotionsand the will to live?
You look around and all thatseems normal is not, you realizewith a start the trees,bushes and animals all are dead,or some pale semblance of life,for all are imperfect copiesmade for the rider but he no longer cares,it is just there,they just existand he cares not.
No one else is here for alldied ages ago, in some thingthe man knows of but not tellingbut knowing is madness as it isfor he was the one who brought it about,in his pride, ignorance or justplain stupidity he let it goand all died from it, for allwas consumed by it what it is is,all you need to see around to knowbut you can not see for youare not really here? or he is killing youeating your soul draining your lifebut he knows not is not conscious of it,for he no longer wants to know,blocked from his mind and memoriesis your passing, only that he keepsgoing not that he wants to keepgoing but he plods one foot in frontof the other, or on the horse beinghe rides to the next victim,for he has died many timesto be taken back to livingfor they will not let his body dieeven if his soul died an age ago.
His body lives on and forceshis mind along for the painand agony, and ride eternal.
Mike2005(2014)P-Morning Star (for Amy Bredan)
Dear, you are hot, not just of face and body, but of soul and mind.To know you is to love you, but as a friend, and joy in my darknessLike an imp of paradise, you are there, short and sweet, lipspouted out, and eyes drawing all in, shy but lovely maximum.Hard to explain it all, for when I see you, my mind goes blank.All is lost in the enchantment of seeing you, of knowing youbut more than desire of mind, or body, and soul, but peace.Like times spend in heaven, before I was born, peaceful and lightA fairy of my fantasies, love and joy, and joy of times spendin heaven, before birth, remembered by seeing you again.a fairy of my fantasies, of love, and joy, of times spent inheaven, times long gone but remembered in soul rememberedbut mind blank, for tongue is tied and lungs unable to draw breath,for all is locked in looking and taking in the beauty of your soul..But mostly just happy to have you as a friend, a candle in thedarkness of my life, and to know that candle is a warm and gentlelight, and brings peace, happiness and joy, when thought anddreamed of.. For to much is pain and anger in this worldand to see a gentle flame in the gloom, and joy untold,joy just in the knowing and having as a friend and buddy close.
Mike2006
For Amy
P-Morrigen:
Morrigen, avenge me, she scream, with last breath, save me fromthis demon made flesh. a mortal man, whose hate for me is mostfoul?
What did I do to deserve this I ask of him with no reply, for hehas none.. Save me and mine from the torment he brings to us,the lost child, the lost love, the dead who scream in agony.
The living lost in death, for not knowing, are they dead, intorment, or what?
Morrigen a women tall and dark, hair and visage, like a ravenintent on pray, she stalks her prey, those far from innocentstalks, not a innocent one, but pray most foul.
Morrigen like a goddess, a women dark of hair and visage. like araven tall and strong, with eyes that pierce the darkness..
To bring the unknown guilty to the light of truth, with mind and spirit.Knowledge and cunning, wisdom and persistance, to givethe victims peace, their families hope, and those affected asense of closure.
Morrigen we cry to drive the demons away, not ones of spiritand nature biblical, but ones most foul and mortal.. Mortal ones,who prey and hide, who slither in the darkness, who rise upand slaughter, hurt and maim, driving those who protect tomadness.. Madness of frustration of egos crossed and batteredminds, so to Morgan we fly to find the guy, or who she is, whatthey know and feel, to profile them and draw the shades from theabyss of ignorance, and bring them to the light, of truth, andjustice, most swift.
To burn them in holy light. by hells fire and drive them fromour mind and fears, to draw awwy the anger, and pain and agonyof their victims, give them peace of knowing they can walk thestreets and by ways, to love again, to touch again, to feelagain, and breath deeply and feel not danger at every step.
Mike2005
For a buddy.
Find who he or she is, and bring them to justice, please..Morrigen was three women, ravens.. Chooser of the slain, the worthy..it is okay my dear warrior one of the three, chooser of the slain and warrior of blood. of the Morrrigan..P-Mother Made
Mother saidI didI standI learnedI took what she saidand now what?
Thank you motherI am nueroticmoronicand catatonic
How you programmed meTo stand and pee, but you madea mess of me, neurotic, stuckin rules and obligations thatmake no sense. Open door forwho, she cares not and not worththe time.
Mike200?
P-Musing Gate 2014
A muse in form to my mind, and hormones raging, at the sight of profiles pic, which is revealing but teasing to the sight and senses and brings about a joyful pleasure to my mind and soul at the viewing.. Ah yes, makes me want to suck on something.. or exploring with hands and hips other places.. To share a movement of hips shared, and hands touching, and moving.. Kkisses and lips tasting each others flesh, and teasing.. tongue teasing nipplies hard and brown, tasting and teasing, holding with lips soft and gentle, in and out.. cloths moves just such, removed fast and furious, or by hands exploring or ripping.. falling to a heap on the floor, bodies soon after.. Warmth shared as sweat comes and mingles, smells waffling.. and passions shared.. ah yes, it is free, now I am the key and where is the gate? ah yes, the gardens gate, behind a forest light and blonde, with gates parted gentle with hands, and yes the key hole is shown.. and teases, slow or fast? Vibrated or teased by lips and tongue? until after time eternal, we fall, to bed and sleep slow and gentle, caressing gentle and slow, as we drift off to sleep.. Mike Adams 12/04P-Musing Gate 2014
A muse in form to my mind, and hormones raging,at the sight of profiles pic, which is revealingbut teasing to the sight and senses and bringsabout a joyful pleasure to my mind and soul at the viewing..
Ah yes, makes me want to suck on something.. or exploringwith hands and hips other places.. To share a movementof hips shared, and hands touching, and moving..Kisses and lips tasting each others flesh, and teasing..tongue teasing nipplies hard and brown, tasting and teasing,holding with lips soft and gentle, in and out.. cloths movesjust such, removed fast and furious, or by hands exploringor ripping.. falling to a heap on the floor, bodies soon after..
Warmth shared as sweat comes and mingles, smells waffling..and passions shared.. ah yes, it is free, now I am the keyand where is the gate? ah yes, the gardens gate,behind a forest light and blonde,with gates parted gentle with hands, and yes the key hole is shown..and teases, slow or fast?Vibrated or teased by lips and tongue?until after time eternal, we fall,to bed and sleep slow and gentle, caressing gentle and slow, as we drift off to sleep..
Mike Adams12/04P-Muslim Women Eyes
Your eyeslike twin beaconsin the darkness,guiding husbandto home and kids to pray,strong and stern,and lovely beyondall hope of understanding..
For a Muslim Lady
Mike Adams2003
===P-Cell:
Cell dark but warmdoor locked and tightlocked in my roomnot by bars ironbut mental painand fear insecure
my room refugeor prison, self madeor forced by fearand anger of othersI am not sure.but here I sitbefore the lightand portal tothe worldlocked in its grasptight and unableto move or leaveso I am lockedin my cell.No way outor just no stepsto get there.
Mike2006P-My Denial
First I deny my lovethen my dreamsthen my hopethen myselfwhat will I have left?Nothing but my denialto keep me warm.
Mike Adams1998P-MY LITTLE MAN:
Oh my little man,across the world you are,thou always closeto me my little man,no matter whereyou go No matterhow old you are,or how far you goyou are alwaysmy lovely little man.To remember you, and the memorieswe have sharedthe times we have had,to see you fresh from mein that hospital bed,oh what a site you wereso small, hardly big you were,but you were mine.The first we took you hometo meet one and all,oh how they cooed and cahwedover you,but you were still mineand I yours, your mother,nothing can change thatneither time or distancecan erase it you my son,my baby, my love, my hopes,my dreams and joys.To hear you talkfor the first time,to see you crawlfor the first time,to see you walkfor the first time.To change your diapersfor the first time,god it stank,but I loved you thenand now and I changedthem for you.The first time you went pottyby yourself how I glowed andgleamed at how proudyou were that day.To ride that new trikeor bike and more,opps how you fellbut up you came,oh how my heart soaredat how you grew,and now you are far away,but always close,in my heart and memories,in some scrap booksand like as well,fading slowly,but memories fresh to me.
Love you son, come back tome one day.
Love Mom
Writen for a friend and her nine year old so far away.Mike Adams8 September 1998.
Reminds me alot of mylittle god-daughterAudrianne "Audie" Robyn Omiak,who lives so far away,but is always so close,thinking of her kept mealive many a depressingdreary night. For you Audie.One day I will see you again.
P-My Little One My little one, don't cryfor I am there with youif not in body, then in spirit.For you are never farfrom my thoughtsand my being,for when I broughtyou into the worldI knew it wasfor the long haul,and I havenever had reasons to regret that.So please don't cry,but think of mehere so far awaybut never far fromyou.
Mike Adams1998
P-MY LITTLE SOLDIER BOY:
My little soldier boythou you are far away,you are always close to me.
I dream of you,I think of you,day in and day out.
I lie awake at nightand wonder whyI can not sleep.I just have just tofeel next to meto know that answer,for the bed is cold,and has just a reminderof our scent fromthe time we was together,it lingers in my mindand makes my heart aflutter to think ofyou and our last timetogether, in our bed!
When I finally sleep,I awake a suddenWith feelings of panic,then I know why, foryou are not here toprotect, cuddle andkeep me warm throughout the night, tocalm me with yoursweet breathingas you lay sleeping.
So asleep I returnto dream of you,my lips cryingpaining for your lips,my lungs gasping for you,my heart beating likegiant drums in motionto remembered love,longing to explodinglike artillery with you.
I know you will return,and hold me close,thou just a call away,it seems to like sofar, and it is not enough,I need you here besideme against the cold night,giving me love in yourspecial way, holding meclose, so close I amyou and you are me,joined in blessedharmony. So I waituntil the day you returnto my waiting arms andbeating breasts, so wecan be together fleshto flesh, lips to lipssoul to soul, andcelebrate the days andnights into eternity.
Return home soonmy little soldier boy,your women is waitingfor you!
Mike AdamsMay 1998(07/26/07)
(the above written for a now former co-worker, to send to her deployed
boyfriend, edited some)
-----P-My Lover Thorozine
Here I sit, on the bed,small and light I am,for all I do is walk,strut, and shufflefor thorozine is myfriend and I dancewith her all thedays long.
Mike2004P-My Muse:
What is my muse, you drive me from the deeps,and rise me to 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 doto deserve this, to taste the life beyondthe dark and forbidden oceans depth, to seethe light and more, and then not to rest in itslight, but crash down like a whale sounding backinto the depths, cold and alone once again..
Why are you so cruel my muse, what must I doto 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 riseonce again, to know the thrill and joy of rising,rising, higher and higher, with no care of what willhappen 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 prayto 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 joyous beyond any drug of man.I scream for you, I live for you, I need you,thou you seem need me not, but what hope have I?What hope? I scream to the light high above unseenbut 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 likethe first loves caress, for who are you, but myfirst and now only love, for no women of women cancall me like you do, can touch me like you do, canreach inside me and draw me out and up like you do..
What kiss born of mortal women can spur me on, upand up, into the heavens high, and make we wishfor you my love. No mortal women is of such a beautyas you, what powers they have pale compared to youmy lady love, my muse so like gossemer, fleetinglike mist in mornings first caress.
But leaving a taste for more, please my lady dearestcall me, I plead, for without you my dear, I am nothing,but a mortal man, locked in mortal darkess, only withyour touch can I extend beyond the mortal, and ontothe immortal, only for your love do I live, I strive,I drive on into the dark once more, with sweet thoughtsof you and the hope of you. So please come back my muse,I need you or I do die, a death untold, and slow,knowing the joy I once had with just the sight, to taste,the touch, the smell of you, but now I have nothingbut bitter memories, of heavens bliss, andshame at the loss 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 2001Last lines added 2001 or so, not sure, copied from 2nd editionYes my dearest Secret Lover,I shall see what I can do for yourhearts pleasure.
P-MY SECRET LOVE:
My dearest love, to see your face once againto feel your naked body next to mine,to kiss your lucious lipsto have hands around your so full hipsto draw you near and I to youto feel your breath on my shouldersto feel your warmth next to mineto have you feel my excitment riseto meet you, to share a subtle momentonce again, to find our passions enflamedonce again, to join as one slowly andgently, to feel my gift to you, insideyou once again, to slowly give it toyou and caress and bring you to theheights of passion once again.To know the mounds of your breastsand the chocolate tips aroused from mytouch, to enter your lovely forest andpacify the guardian with kissesand teasing from my tongueto give gift to you, slowlyentering the forest cave, and feelthe stream of the cave, flowingfrom my gifts entrance.To join in happy thrusting andmoving of mine and your hipsto a joyous rythem that only twocan share, to meet you thrustwith thrust, taste with taste,touch with touch, to finallyfeel you grip me with muscles taughtexploding from my loving.To love you in oh so many waysometimes slow, sometime fastand often moving around like acorkscrew matching your hipsfor every movement, until weexplode together and sharethe stuff of life together tofall together in spent passions,but not done yet, for love is morethan animal passions, but of lovingtouches, caresses, and teasings.Talking and gentle words exchangeduntil finally we sleep togetherin a single bed, arm in arm,body joined to body, sweatmingled and kisses covering allwe sleep the sleep of passionsend, but only for a time, forwe awake to hear our breathscombined, and cuddles givenand nuzzles needed. We loveonce more and another and anoteruntil we can go no more,and just lay there in each othersarms, exchausted but oh so happyfrom the love we have sharedand the dream we have sharedand the hopes we have shared.
Your Secret Lovefor now this is all I can giveyou, but until we met, think ofme laying next to you and tellme more of you and yoursso I may know them well,so I may love you as you desireand give you my all.
Love Mike
------------Mike Adams2004?
P-Nadine:
To numb to thinkof more than howlovely you are,the hair of fireshot and passionate,the lips red asblood, the eyes firmand resolute, thesilouette that makesmy blood rise up ina torrent of desirebut knowing the brainbehind the things ofsight, cools it toloving respect, andjoy at the knowing andtalking, of seeing andholding or just beholding,with home of holdingone close, knowing yourwhispers, snores, cooesand cuddles, of just knowingyou live and exist, to feelyou next to me and I nextto you you happy in allthings and I happy inhelping you be so happy..
Mike07/28/2005P-Native Women
One Flaw In Native WomenNative Women have strengths that amaze men.They bear hardships and they carry burdens,but they hold happiness, love and joy.They smile when they want to scream.They sing when they want to cry.They cry when they are happyand laugh when they are nervous.They fight for what they believe in.They stand up to injustice.They don't take "no" for an answerwhen they believe there is a better solution.They go without so their family can have.They love unconditionally.They cry when their children exceland cheer when their friends get awards.They are happy when they hear abouta birth or a wedding.Their hearts break when a friend dies.They grieve at the loss of a family member,yet they are strong when theythink there is no strength left.They know that a hug and a kisscan heal a broken heart.Native Women come in all shapes, and sizes.They'll walk, run or ride on horse back far justto be with you, that is how much they care about you.The heart of a Native woman is whatmakes the world keep turning.They bring joy, hope and love.They have compassion and ideas.They give moral support to theirfamily and friends.Native Women have vital things to sayand everything to give.HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN NATIVE WOMEN,IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
And they are very worthy and appreciated.
Mike Adams2005(2013)
http://www.uaf.edu/anlc/ for all Alaskan Native Languages..http://www.alaskool.org/LANGUAGE/dictionaries/inupiaq/dictionary.htmP-Nature
P-Needy
To be wantedneeded, keptaround and wantedbut oftento be neededseen and appreciatedyour abused, usedand taken advantage
Mike201?P-Needy
To be wantedneeded, keptaround and wantedbut oftento be neededseen and appreciatedyour abused, usedand taken advantage
Mike201?P-Negative A dark poola hole darkas midnighta lake of coldand darkessor just pity Why wollow in thepool of darknesscalled pitywhen the lightof happinesscalls youbut you justhave to findthe portalthe doorthe windowand the way My life hasbeen negative,seeing darknesswhen light. Seeing thingsfrom the darkside of things,expectingthings dark,and most of all,remembering onlythe negative things.. Mike2005/2006working on it P-Nicole
Nicole a goddess,working hard and lovelyin ways she knows not.Not ones of body and buildbut of hard core working,of caring for childrenand managing thingsmost would or could not do.Of Dora her dog, and buddy,baby too. To nieces and nephews.But most off all,she is a Goddess not of bodyfor she is more than just a body,she is a person, a being of respectand vigor that any man would be happyto know and love and most of allbe loved by her. To be loved orjust accepted by..
(what ever, here we go again, she is a respectable persons, who should not have to resort to open front breast crap to get tips!
She is to damn good for that!
Mike200?
She was one of my bartender and its often how I see bartenders. But yes, know some not as nice as above.
P-Nite Lady
Nite sweet lady,may I dream of you tonight,nothing erotic or exotic,just a light in the darknessof light, like a knight of old,my Guenevier or lady of the grail.
Mike Adams2002P-Nite Sweet Lady
Nite sweet lady, may I dreamof you tonight, nothing eroticor exotic, just a light in thedarkness of light, like a knightof old, my Guenevier or lady ofthe grail.
Mike Adams2002 P-Numb:
Feel whatnothingfor all isdead, allis goneno feelingsnothing therejust numb.
Mike Adams2006
Dedicated to a Coast Guard Diver.Or a strange meeting at a Air Force Mental Ward.His job was to recover what was left after someone jumping off the Golden Gate bridge.
P-Obsessive Love:
Touch me, tease me, drive me nuts,fuck me, suck me, drive me wild.Hump me, feel me, love me hard,but never let me go.
Touch me, tease me, drive me nuts,fuck me, suck me, drive me wild.Hump me, feel me, love me hard,never leave me, I die now!
Touch me, tease me, drive me nuts,fuck me, suck me, drive me wild.Hump me, feel me, love me hard,never leave me, all will die toto have you back?
Mike2005
(for those dumb fools who have obsessive love, and who should havewalked away). Fuck Me Limerick. I walked away!P-Ode to Brides Ass
YES.. oh to know it, to see it, and touch it, hold it and feel it, to know it and lube it. to dance and know the feel of it and mine together, in time to the music sway and way and god I want to cum..
Mike2005
For brideofbaudelaire
P-Of Daggers and Pens
The agony, my heart,be still my beatingbleeding heart,for the daggershe rams homeis one of pain,and agony most 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 Drama
Oh of drama much is said.Of life, and death, abuse and pain, theatre and attention she stands therehead in hand. I need attentions shescreams, so drama comes like a beaten dog.from far to near. Attend me now my lover,I am in need. SEE ME TOUCH ME she screams,beat me, hate me, but know thatI am here,for drama is my lover and ally and allshall fall before us...
And it will make her day, even if allfalls apart around her, for it adds tothe power of the drama. She will have DRAMA. And this you will know to your regretoh man or women of soul and flesh.So man of flesh, you alone against this beast,and drama is its name. So now run fast andhard and never look back, for drama is onyour heels, snip snip snip it nips are yoursoul, slow and insidious or fast like flamesatomic, but the end is the same a burned outcorpse, with life sucked out and she moves onand cares not, for she feed her drama.
He was an ass, she will say, but she knows inher heart of hearts she is death, she is pain,and she is DRAMA most of all.Drama, rotund and greasy, well fed by yearsof agony and pain, lost loves designed to fail,lost souls and hearts a broken many.She the "Victim" and she plays it well, but howmuch is she the predator and a beast of angerand hate, of theatre and attention most dark.
Is she sick or a sickness? Few can say for shemoves on before found out, and fast she movesto the next victim of her lust, and like a vampirecold and dark, she slides in like a light, andseduces with words of whoa, I was beaten, andabused she says, but in truth, she abused andbeat him down, trapped him a web of law, morals,words whispered into ears late at nite, orbaby born for reasons of control, and lies wovenslow and strong. Like a spiders web, to be milkthe still living corpse until all life is gone,and she moves on like a rampent horde, to destroyanother. So what if he is married, happy. She willslide in, and take it all from him, and destroy allshe can, for it feeds the drama.
Mike Adams07/12/2004
Thank you Michelle and others.
"If I wanted your drama, I would ..... "
Wow, I needed the above I think.P-Of Jill
Ah to smell her once again, to touch her hand, to smell her scent, as I holdit and kiss it, knowing the joy of her hands, of them around me, and I aroundher waist, dancing all nite long and feeling joy together, like nothing everends..
Oh Jill, to walk up that hill, to fetch the pail of love and knowing, and towalk down the path together, hold hand to hand, so not falling as we walk,finding the path to be smooth and wonderful, and just knowing..
To look face to face, and knowing not the shell of living, but the spirit andenergy of the sublime.. arm in arm, hand in hand, soul entwined, more thanbody but of being.. To live forever together, never seperate..
Oh, yes, the image of thy lovely body, dancing with soap and salt, and waterhot and soothing, body dunking slowly, like entry into hell, but joyful likeheavens bliss. Toe first then ankle sweet and petite, then leg, ah to beholdthat limb, lithe and muscled fine, next the knee and hip and more..Ah to say more risks death from heart gone wild and dying from the thought ofmore..
Commune, sweet communion, slow of breath, rising chest, brain calm in thebreathing, lips quiver slow and open toeach breath slow. Chest rising, mindslowing and calm..
Later Jill, I shall return to thy sweet embrace, and hear thy words slow andsweet and know thy mind, deep and probing, joined as one, in the breathing ofour bodies seperate but souls joined..
Mike2003P-OF LOVE:
Of love I know only her dark side,the waiting, the longing the desireand despair, hoping to meet my love,of whom I know her not, but I will knowher when, to see her is to know my lady love,the gentle love and not of the pain of love Ihave felt so often past.
Mike Adams1999
P-Of Lovers: Ah to look in eyes of lightand see love reflected backto another and to you my dear,my lady love I do screampassions shared and bodies entwinedshe walks through the doorher emotions are strong for himhe looks into her eyesas she walks to himshe puts her arms around himand he kisses her, passionatelyshe kisses him back both knowwhat is going to happenthey embrace each other lovinglythey know what is about to happenOh War, who is it good for?A question asked by many.What is it good for?Economy I can ask?Life, not likely.
Mike Adams200? (Inspired by another who helped. Sadly forget who. Meg I think.)(Not sure how it all fits, but I need to edit, its a last momentof love together, before one ships out, and may not return the sameor at all.P-Of Three
Many things shall be said,but of three there is the most.One of beauty of face and form,two of beauty of spirite and soul,three of beauty of the times spentas one, and futures seen togetheras one.. Two together, bound as oneby the third.
Mike2003P-Of Why I Cry:
Thou I am not sure why,when I see that wallof black stone,cut into the earth so green,I have to cry,thou I did not march in thosebattles long ago,I did survive the times,and wondered how longwill it go on?So in my times today,I sit, and remember,my own days of serviceand still I thinkand wonder why I crywhen I see the wall.
I have no friend there,no buddies to rememberand reflect on,but I do know I am gladthat those I knew,returned from that landfar away, either servicethere or "visiting",or not having to go.So I sit here and cry,and wonder why,it affect me so,so in the end,when I meet my end,will anyone remember me so,to lay a wreath,a flower, a medalor letter.I do hope so,so in the end,what is a manbut memories of things we did,of friends who remember usor us of them.So in the end,friendship is sayinggood bye to friendsdeparted and rememberingthem and doingthem justicefor the timewe spent with them.(or they spent times with us)So I say this,Good bye, but not forgotten.
Mike Adams,1996
(I use the word man as a neutral, not to designate gender)P-Of You
To see youto want youto smileand know youto speak andknow you see meto smileand smile backto tease youto touch youto hold youto have youcloseto be with youto know youinside and outtogetherforever evenif just friendsto smile andknow its gracethe smile of yourface, the joyand delight.
Mike2005
P-Of Youth (July 1998)
Of youth, it is such a timea time of love, of lifeof exploring and such passionsstrong and new, each to be exploredand often shared.First love, first kiss, first timealone with one you love anddesire strongly..
To fly like eagles high, andnever come down is the feelof youth, it comes but onceand is often search for oncelost, for time creeps up andtakes it away so quicklyfor time is a killer of usall, so enjoy the youth andexplore the passions whilethe time is now and love isin the air. To carress youand love you deeply, to sharesecret thoughts and hiddenpassions quite rare, to knowyou deeply, to touch you inways only a lover can isparadise in all its forms.
Mike Adams1998?
Dedicated to AmyI hope you like it, I did it online for you..
Dedicated to Amy Huelsmeyeramyh16@hotmail.com
P-Old Age
Old Man sitting on a stoolhe is far from old in agebut old in view of those around him,others see him as oldbut fail to see the wisdomor the times they shall be oldfor the young never thinkI will be old one day.And I shall be the one sitting on that bench, old and grey, alone, hisfriends dead, long gone, no one to talk to no one to share times with or
explore new things so he ages more from attitude of others than of ageof time and we wonder why the old man on the hill is brutal andunchanging terrifing and abusive of the young, is it he who left them,or they who left him out, alone and not wanted.Or his friends have their lives, and wives, and children and jobs, andproblems but care not for his for he is not married no kids in common no
thoughts in common no wife and hopes long gone who care for the old manthey call he wierd perverse and loser they say they want a lover afriend, a being of trust of love, and honor but they go for losersassholes and abusers.But come to him for talk and then back to their lives.Lives of abuse, of being used of drama and plays untold but a friendstands beside them thru it all, but will they see him as more than afriend, no, for the age is for the young, and the young care not for the
old the old who remind them to much of death, of disease of loss, ofpain and parents, some gone, some hated, some never know. Of failuresof their own making, of lovers and husbands who lie to them, cheat onthem, abuse them mind and fist, and children who treat them like the age
is treated, respect no way, love no way, caring no way how soon for thehome to lock you away like some old rag or memory long wanted gone.Memories of mistakes the old show you, I told ya so, and of themselvesand of the child now adults misery and things told to them but neverlistened to until to late.Parents long dead, forgotten like yestersdays crap that flushes down atoilet, gone to some place far away, to mold and mildew and rot likedeaths true end.So be warned, you will be old one day.
Mike2003P-Olumide
Lady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, for entranced am I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all..
Mike2005
Forhttp://profiles.yahoo.com/seniorgirl_top
P-Lady Olumide
Lady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, forentranced am I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all..
Mike2005P-On Ruby Wings
On Ruby Wings: hair auburn, eyes blue,she stand before me naked to my sightand I am heaven bound for she an angelof delight a vision of my site, this ladyruby red and blood running in my head,she is lips of red, full and lovely,neck exposed and wishing to be exploredand kissed, sucked on and tasted, inchby inch, mile by mile until I have suckedand pleasured it all, and she is beyondheavens for the pleasure share is on ofmortal men and women, in bed long and hard,sharing each pleasure of the flesh, but bothloving it and enjoying, giving there all andknowing there is more, and wanting to sharewith the other all they are, their soulslocked as one together inseperately, evenwhen apart they feel the other.. on ruby wingsthey slide and glide, come as one, thrust forthrust, touch for touch, moan for moan, untilboth are near death, and wanting still more..
Mike2005P-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.
Mike Adams2008
Written for someone who wanted a poem: P-Orphan Lines
We know the feeling, are we sexually enervated poets,or are we just longing people, do we need sex, or just love,to be hugged, to be noticed, appreciated, a smile or justjust a back rub.. A cuddle a tease, or yes, wild mad passionatesex with some one hot, or two.
Mike2005P-Others (The Song)
The song we all hear before we die,to face our fate, and our deeds doneor not done, promises given,some we rose to, and some we denied,some we destroyed, and some that was destroyed..
Mike2005
The song we all hear before we die, to face our fate, and our deeds done or not done, promises given, some we rose to, and some we denied, some we destroyed, and some was destroyed..
P-Outcast
Out cast orwalked out?
Forced outor just neverpart?
Human ormore or lesshow to ask orknow what.
Walking alonedown the hiwayof life, singlenever partor never welcomeWho can say.
For he is longgone and silentbut none noticefor they neverknow who he wasor even that heexisted or justanother wall flower.
Left to rott in thesummer sun, ornever thrive, forheld in darknessFuck them fortheir selfish ways.
Christ pity themfor what they areis what they fearworse of all.
Human!
Mike2006P-Over Clocked
Information overload, not only online but in life.
Stressed out and burning out
P-Paige
Two eyes fire and lovetwo moons over old miss.Two sets of lips, both Ilove, but she is more,than this. A soldiera lover, a motherone day, a frienda heart, and beingand more. I love her,and more, to teaseand touch, to loveand squeeze.
Love me, how tobe two as one.How you bring youhere, or I thereSo we can be as onelovers inseperablehow to know thewomen, whenhormones rageand lust explodesat the sight of herthe flesh, the sexthe joy of the bodyand seeing, butto see past this Imust, go mad withguilt, for I knowI love her morethan as a lover,or so hot women on cambut as a friend, a buddysomeone to talk ofthings, she of secretsand I of mine. Morethan lovers, but soulmates, of mindscombined, and timeand space shared.But Irony is,she is there andI am here. Toworship her, isto lose her forin the end, allis just lust,and she deservesmore than just lustbut love, giving bya buddy, a frienda mentor, a manmore, but of respectI give, and she inreturn, so how tosolve this quandry?I do just pray forwhat is the end ofthis, but pain, forshe is there, and I amhere and no chanceof more than viaweb and lines of lightno chance of bodiesshared, or tastes,smells and touch thereis none, no knowingher eyes, face to facetogether and knowingof passions in bedshared, so the ironyof life, is the lovewith out hope ofmore, so where shallwe go? To hell ofwanting and nothaving, or friendsforever more andheaven shared.
Mike Adams2005
P-Pain Maximum
Beat meNothingWhip MeStill NothingI know you aredoing it, butI feel it naughtfor all I am in painI nothing elsePain maxed out.
Mike2006P-Party Girl(2)
Oh to be young Pretty and loving Fun and life To flirt and expectBuy me this or that Let's dance and flirt Party all night longLines and smokeCloths and paint covers much.
(More laters)
Unfinished for now.
Likely not going to until I am gone from her and some local drama slut will not try to get me beat up by her zombie minions.P-Peace:
Peace, oh peace,what can I say of you,but the bodies buried,the burning buildings,the lives lostand children homeless,the refugees wanderingfrom here to there,not knowing any peace,for war is all they knowand the death of self,of culture and of peace.
Mike2005P-Peace or Piece:
peace or pieceof love or deathlove or sexpeace of joyor of deathpiece of hellor piece of assfor ass you wage waror just get some
Mike Adams2005
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. Mike2008P-Pimp Bill
There once was a pimp named bill,who has all his whores at will,they gave him a blowas well as some snow,and got Hilery alongfor the ride.
Mike2005
Bill Clinton
P-Pity Me Pity mePity meI screambut whyDo I deserveyour pity What have Idone to meritit, or earn it What haveI doneto makemy lifebetter? But wollowin my selfpity anddegradationbut neverstood upand doneanything. So stopand pityme not. Hand upor justremind me Stop.No pitytoday What have I doneto make my lifebetter, but be afraid,or fail one more time,or just wallow in selfpity and put myself down,or hold my self back,or worse blame othersfor my condition,when it was Iwho decided to stay putand not do anything? Take a chance, make a change,be positive, dwell not inthe darkness. Pity me not,for I have done naughty tochange my self, but fall intomud of my own choosing. Mike2009 (still working on, so may rewrite it but will see).P-Please: (work in progress) (not sure if a poem or just inspirational words?) Help Me:To let megive myself kudosthank youfor doing things.
Completing something, time for a kudo.To forgive myself for the past mistakesAnd to forgive those who was assholesAnd to know the difference.Not my fault they was assholes, no matter how much they blamed me.The past is the past, it should not be a drowing pool.Let the past go, or it will drown you.To give thanks for my blessings. Help Me to:To know I am blessed.To know I am a nice, valuable and intelligent personTo work for myself as much as I work for othersTo know that many people are ignorant or worse uncaring bastardsThat I am the only one who I have to please, fuck the rest.Get organized, it helps.. Anger is not healthyPain is not goodNegative with out a positive is just insane.Let the negative go, and let the positive shine..Seek Balance, things was not all bad, just got into the bad feelings to muchIf things are not helping, change them, if they refuse to be changed, or you can not change them, then let them go.Love Life not Death. Death comes to us all, but it need not be a long one, but also not be a short one, but best to be a long happy one, than a long depressing one.Suicide is about control. No control over life, so back up against a wall.. Need to have more control over ones life..Suicide can be slow, by pills, guns, driving fast, or it can be slow, with drugs, alcohol, addiction, abuse, depression and self destruction. Let the positive person shine.Knowing you need help, is the first step. Finding help and allowing yourself to be helped in next.. Acting on the help is next, and making it stick is next.. But what is next after that?
P-Poem of a Women
You are to much like a poem yourself, hairjust right, eyes that light like the moon,nose that is for the delight of the senses,lips full and loving, to be kissed slow andsweet, savored like find wine and food justright. chin, ah, just right..
How to compare you to a summers day, to behold you,to walk under your light of your smile, to bathe inthe brezze of your sense, from far and close,intimate and passionate..
Mike2004P-Poets' Need We know the feeling,are we sexually enervated poets,or are we just longing people,do we need sex, or just love,to be hugged, to be noticed,appreciated, a smile or justjust a back rub.. A cuddlea tease, or yes, wild madpassionate sex with someone hot, or two. Mike2005P-Pretty Power 2011
About why people elect presidents, pretty and partyP-Pull the Trigger
Pull the trigger,pull it nowpull it hardpull it fastpull it NOWI must die,I have to diethe painmust end itwhy do I go onwhat keeps me herebut the painthe unknownlingering numbnessthe cry for helpbut have nonewho cares formy pain
So I sit, herewith this gun in myhand, someone pull thisdamn trigger.pull it fast, pull it hardyou piece of shityou worthless pile of crapwho looks like youor just me?
Pull the trigger,pull it hard,pull it now,you useless sackof shit, worthless,can't pull the triggerright.
Mike2005
(Last part added not sure where, not part of my other versions)P-Raven
I met a RavenOn the way toTown. To see aSick friend.
He said to meTo move fasterthan He, for hewas en route asWell to takeMy friendssoul Away, so bestBe fast, say yourGood byes nowOr never say itUntil I come forYou and itsYour last!
I met a ravenOn the roadTo visit friends
He said bestBe fastFor I am hereTo take his soulAway to a betterPlace.
So move swiftfast, say good byeNow and foreverFor this will beHis last/it will be the last.
Mike2012
For George and King SalmonStill writing.P-Ravens Call:
A raven flys, crowing over the battle field, looking for it's feast,a feast not of blood and sinew, flesh and bone, but of souls.Searching for his masters table, to share in his mastersbounty to Valhalla this raven flys across thee battle fieldstrewn with his master handy work, for who is Odin, the masterof battles, lord of the carrion, the trickster, and deciever,but also the lord of the hosts of Valhalla, for one day thesehonored dead will arise to serve their master once again in thetime of Ragnarok, some day in the future, but for these men, whofought each other unto deaths door, they will be there once again,this time arm in arm, shield to shield, shoulder to shoulderfighting for their master, who table they do share, of fighting,wenching and drinking there is much, for they know their fate,for in the end, they will die once again, against a foe, a trickyfoe and his friend from below. The serpent, the wolf, the giants manywill be there to cross the bridge of light, to Heimdalls callthe men will come to the final field to share in final glory.A final fate againt all the evils of the world, and their deathswill not be in vain, even this second time, for in the end,the world will be anew and reborn.
Mike Adams14 May 1998P-Reborn:
Oh a man once said to his son,son pray you have not donewhat I once done, to stand beforethe gates of hell and said to thebeast with in, come forth you varmitand foul beast and face me,one on one, and come now quick,for I am dead but reborn..
Mike2005P-Reflected Anger 2009
(For Chee Chee)
I hit, I beatI strike outand hurt herbut not for whatshe did, but whatothers didbut she took itall, why I screamwas it love? Love
A love, didnot deserve,or patienceBut she tookit and I gave itand it was wrongin so many waysfor it was nother anger to bearor take, but mine.
For not doingto those who hurtme to stand upand be a man anddeal with themup front, or justmove on, butinstead I beat herhard, and in shame.
Shame once know,it ended butdamage doneand never to healthe pains givenin my angerand shame.
She is gone, butremembered of myhumanity and weaknessand pledge tohurt no onelike I did herand in this I holdher memoriesdear and close.
Please I begforgive me andbe at peace myfriend Chee Chee
a dog in formbut a saint inspirit. A ghostI bear and holdand know like nailsholding me to a crossof my own making.
Mike2009P-Ride the Wind
To ride the storm,it flies in, filteringmy mind, rising me up andinto the sky to leaveall mortal things behindand ride the wind, to feelit lift me up, and thru mechanging me into a being ofair and light, and ride thewinds and feel all float awayand no long earth but nowair and fire.
Mike Adams2011P-Rights
We the people, of life,liberty and pursuit of happiness.I worship how I want,speak as I will andwith who and howI share it.I arm as I wish.No soldiers at my placeAt least with out renting.I am not a crook,I drove it, and no doublesHelp, speed, quality.My peers know me best.I am not a rich man,or love pain. This is not all,more to be revealed.All else is mine or my state.
Mike Adams2009
13. P-Rights We the people, of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness. I worship how I want, speak as I will and with who and how I share it. I arm as I wish. No soldiers at my place At least with out renting. I am not a crook, Drove it, and no doubles Help, speed, quality. My peers know me best. I am not a rich man, or love pain. This is not all, more to be revealed. All else is mine or my state. Mike Adams 2009P-Rise to Stand 2014
I rise, to stand,a man broken and battered,battered by the causes of the age,the trials and tribulations of life,love and desire for justice unbound,who cares to rise with me?None, for all are dead around me,or gone to camps and prisons strongbefore me, or locked in housesand jails of their own making..
Prisons of conformity, and wanting to belong,of thinking they are in power, illusionsof their own power and place..
Mike2005P-Rise to Stand
I rise, to stand,a man broken and battered,battered by the causesof the age, the trialsand tribulations of life,love and desire for justiceunbound, who caresto rise with me?None, for all are deadaround me, orgone to campsand prisons strongbefore me, or lockedin houses and jailsof their own making..
Prisons of conformity,and wanting to belong,of thinking they are in power,illusions of theirown power and place..
Mike2005P-Rose are Red
Roses are red, violence brings blood, blood falls on ground a landscapeof bodies floating in a sea of hate and anger, disease comes and agonyto.And in the end, ground is fertilized, and roses are red like blood onsnow.
Mike2003P-Rose Petals and Cuffs
ah sweet ladies of petals and cuff,how to love you, shall I love yousoft and sweet, like petals touchingskin but softly, or like cuffs, hardand restraining?
Mike2005P-Rose are Red
Roses are red,violence brings blood,blood falls on grounda landscape of bodiesfloating in a seaof hate and anger,disease comes and agony to.And in the end, groundis fertilized,and roses are redlike blood on snow.
Mike2003P-Sex Rocks (Roxy Sexy) Damn, you are hot. lovely of face, of features and grace,of body more can be said, but mind is not for there,for friends to be made, and not to be laid, but thoughtshard not to go there, but good to be.. I shall, to lustfor 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,to wish to kiss her lips, to feel her hips next to mine,to hold her close, with arms shared and entwined. To worshipat her face, and to know a smile of her face, to give her all and more..
To feel her warm and soft, to smell her scent, to know her love,to feel her, it drives my mind to thoughts of love, lust passions shared..but friends for now and ever more.. to squash the passions rising,and keep them low and hidden. And not exploding.. love to beholdher moon, and know the flow of your hair down breasts laid bareto the site of love.. To behold the necks, to be kissed, and tastedsoft and sweet, slow and gentle, to hold the body close..to dance as one, slow at first, but more to follow..
Mike2004P-On Ruby Wings----------------On Ruby Wings: hair auburn, eyes blue,she stand before me naked to my sightand I am heaven bound for she an angelof delight a vision of my site, this ladyruby red and blood running in my head,she is lips of red, full and lovely,neck exposed and wishing to be exploredand kissed, sucked on and tasted, inchby inch, mile by mile until I have suckedand pleasured it all, and she is beyondheavens for the pleasure share is on ofmortal men and women, in bed long and hard,sharing each pleasure of the flesh, but bothloving it and enjoying, giving there all andknowing there is more, and wanting to sharewith the other all they are, their soulslocked as one together inseperately, evenwhen apart they feel the other.. on ruby wingsthey slide and glide, come as one, thrust forthrust, touch for touch, moan for moan, untilboth are near death, and wanting still more..
Mike2005
P-Rudolf the Horny Ranger 2010?
Find the one I did or have done, some place?
P-Rudolph:
Rudolph the brown nosed reindeerhad a very shining noseand if you ever saw it,you would ever say it glowsall of the other reindeers usedto wipe and beat him hard.They never let poor Rudolphplay in any kinky games..Then one crazy Orgy day,Santa came to say,Rudolph with your ass so wide,you going to be mine tonight
Then all the reindeers loved him,as they shouted out with glee
Rudolph the kinky reindeerYou'll go done on everyone onefor free
Mike2006P-Saddam
A man or monster,a country in the sandcrazy, or craftydeadly, or insanepatriot to his causeor demigoge to oursdeath destructionor end to all?Who can saydisease or atomicor chemicals deadlylife or deathpain and agonyfreedom for allor death for manyShould we replace himor let him die alone?Do we claim the rightto change him by force
Is he albertrossfrom years untoldof support for himand now bites us hard.Do we protect his peopleor force him to do?But do we have the rightto force him in changeor his people do?Did we pay a priceor are now deep in debtoil, or freedom?
MikeFeb 2003P-Saw You
I saw you there,and all was lost,for my heart roseto the heavens,and beyond, butfell into darkabandonmentwhen I realizedyou had another,and I could not beyours and you mine.
Mike2005/2010P-Scar on Scar Scars on scarsuntil all isscar tissueraised up andcancerousfull of pusand bleedingblood and pus. Mike2008?===P-School Glory:
Mine eyes of have the glory of the burning of the schoolwe have tortured every teacher we have broken every rulewe have shot the secretary, we have hung the principalour troops are marching on.
1966 or so.. Helped write it I think.
Portland Oregon2006===P-Seas Bounty:
Only those who down to the sea in ships,to make a living from the bounty of the oceanknows the cost and price paid for said bountyand the toll she demands from said harvest and times..That thou she is peaceful now, as daddy or now mommy leave,brother or sister or family and friends leave,that she may turn hard, cold and roughand those sent out may not return ever againand join the oceans depths and reside in her cold deep bosomand not be seen again until some day the deadshall arise from the depths and the ocean gives up her dead. Be they fishing, daily or weeks at a time.Crabbing or oil rig and more, the ocean is thereand demands a sacrifice, be it days to weeks awayfrom family and friends, cold and wetor meaner tolls and cost.
Wages good and much can be gotten in a short time,but longhours, with little sleep takes its toil on minds,bodies and souls and mistakes happen.
A survival suit will last for only so long.
Mike Adams2012
Did not know George or the crew of the Edmond Fitzgerald,but know the life of fishing and fishing towns.(been working on it for a while, Wreck of the Emond Fitzgeraldand the fun of living in Alaska, used to live in SE Alaska).===P-Secret Love 2014
Yes my dearest Secret Lover,I shall see what I can do for yourhearts pleasure.
MY SECRET LOVE:
My dearest love, to see your face once againto feel your naked body next to mine,to kiss your lucious lipsto have hands around your so full hipsto draw you near and I to youto feel your breath on my shouldersto feel your warmth next to mineto have you feel my excitment riseto meet you, to share a subtle momentonce again, to find our passions enflamedonce again, to join as one slowly andgently, to feel my gift to you, insideyou once again, to slowly give it toyou and caress and bring you to theheights of passion once again.To know the mounds of your breastsand the chocolate tips aroused from mytouch, to enter your lovely forest andpacify the guardian with kissesand teasing from my tongueto give gift to you, slowlyentering the forest cave, and feelthe stream of the cave, flowingfrom my gifts entrance.To join in happy thrusting andmoving of mine and your hipsto a joyous rythem that only twocan share, to meet you thrustwith thrust, taste with taste,touch with touch, to finallyfeel you grip me with muscles taughtexploding from my loving.To love you in oh so many waysometimes slow, sometime fastand often moving around like acorkscrew matching your hipsfor every movement, until weexplode together and sharethe stuff of life together tofall together in spent passions,but not done yet, for love is morethan animal passions, but of lovingtouches, caresses, and teasings.Talking and gentle words exchangeduntil finally we sleep togetherin a single bed, arm in arm,body joined to body, sweatmingled and kisses covering allwe sleep the sleep of passionsend, but only for a time, forwe awake to hear our breathscombined, and cuddles givenand nuzzles needed. We loveonce more and another and anoteruntil we can go no more,and just lay there in each othersarms, exchausted but oh so happyfrom the love we have sharedand the dream we have sharedand the hopes we have shared.
Your Secret Lovefor now this is all I can giveyou, but until we met, think ofme laying next to you and tellme more of you and yoursso I may know them well,so I may love you as you desireand give you my all.
Love Mike200?===P-Self:
Drugs, AlcoholOr just dramaUnleashed. Pain,Anger, fear, orjust lonely.With nothing tofill the void ofsoul. But drink,drugs, and selfdestruction.
Hatred of selfor just fear ofshowing more ofself, due to pastjeering, disrespector being to openand used by it.By the group, orthose in power,along against thethe crowd andriots of painbrought on bygroups social,not welcome, andnot wanted, allcause your mutant,geek, freak, orjust not pretty.
What did you do wrongis asked, but onlyanswer is being bornout of time with whatis popular, or hot.Condemned from birthto second class statusall cause of gender,mixed race, or parentsunknown or just notcaring, or from thewrong side of thetracks or just bodybuild, or mind paths.
How brutal but how itcomes to be for howmany? All out of shape.Not fitting that moldof what? Some hidden,or open standard.Enforced and deadlyin disrespect. Allprogrammed in by who?For what reasons tobe special or snottyfor some blessed andothers called cursedby fate, or just noone stands up to sayBullshit, and enough!
To stand before thehouses of peer andmedia. To pressureimmense and many fallinto chasms, deadlyand purge themselvesto fit in, or to notdie alone! Destroyedand ravaged. Leftalone to deal withissues of self hatefear and loathinginstitutionalized!
Mike2008
(still working on it?)-------Copyright 2008===P-Self Abuse Love
Love or longingTrue or falseDepression or insanitydesire or fantasywhat can be saidit hurts in the endfor the love of anotheris hardly knownlet alone returnedso hopeless it isbut its real butsingular and aloneso in pain one goes away.
Abused by self once againwanting, longing to beloved, wanted, desiredbut its all a dreamor just unrealisitic
Days, hours and morespent in searchingbut never finding truelasting love, sex yesand lust for an houror week but neverlasting.
For its all just afantasy of the mindnot shared or worsethey think you wierdodd, crazy or threator for fun, someonethey can use and abusewith no love returnedjust abused.
Mike2013(still working on, and why I in part keep some at arm and beyond, or do not trust oreven just ignore all before or after meeting, for why abuse one self or be abused.===P-Self Abuse Love
Love or longingTrue or falseDepression or insanitydesire or fantasywhat can be saidit hurts in the endfor the love of anotheris hardly knownlet alone returnedso hopeless it isbut its real butsingular and aloneso in pain one goes away.
Abused by self once againwanting, longing to beloved, wanted, desiredbut its all a dreamor just unrealisitic
Days, hours and morespent in searchingbut never finding truelasting love, sex yesand lust for an houror week but neverlasting.
For its all just afantasy of the mindnot shared or worsethey think you wierdodd, crazy or threator for fun, someonethey can use and abusewith no love returnedjust abused.
Mike2013(still working on, and why I in part keep some at arm and beyond, or do not trust oreven just ignore all before or after meeting, for why abuse one self or be abused.P-Self Love 2014
Off my medscause male meis in love withfemale meand I can not stand to beapart from her!I Love myselfbrings new meaningto schitzophrnia?
Mike2010?
Having fun..===P-Semper Fi (2006/14):
Semper Fi until the day I die,I have to wonder whyI do this living and dying,
But just to look and seethe eyes of a child found.
A man speaking plain and open,expressing freedom of thoughtof action, and of faith inmultitudes.
Living in peace and knowingsafety.
I have just to knowof why I do and dieso that they at homemay thrive and wonderwhen daddy is cominghome!
Mike2006
(For Ed Donovan, my Uncle - Semper Fidelis)Thank you for the help rewriting, Joanna Villalongoa mother of a Marine 2014).===P-Sex for Peace
I am inspired by your beauty of face and form, gets my blood up and running, to see you there,oh so bare, to my eyes, and knowing you are so close and so far..
To kiss your lips, and neck, to taste it soft and slow, to smell your body, to behold it there, to look in eyesfor love, and lust, to smill from eyes full, and hug you close, hold you close, to feel your hands around me,and know yes..
God, I am lucky to be here now. Bodies moving to a beat of our own creation, tasting, teasing, kissing lipsentwined, bodies moving faster and faster, passions rising, cloths falling torn from passioned shared..
Bodies intwined and searching, search for what passions give us, and where, ah yes, the garden is entered,bodies tense, hands teasing, breasts and nipples touched and pinched, thrusting together, like a couplegone wild, to fall in a heap together and sleep, to awake together, joined at the hip, and know, GOD!There is love in this world, and we have shared it, deep and dark..
Bodies thrusting as one, bed moving like a hammer, thump thump thump it goes as the neighbors awake to the soundsof two as one, going for broke, caring not who hears or what they hear, for all is the moment, the hands, thesweat, the bodies the fluids spuing forth, and shared, mingling like perfume rich and rare.
To the open window it goes, spreading forth to the wind beyond and peace decends on the earth, for all are to busyto care but for love and shared passions.
Hand holding, drawing others near, lips kissing and running down their lovers back. Asses being show, up and down,the cries of the wild have broken out unto the mixing of the blood, child is born of form like their mother andfather unknown, for in this nite, many were shared in bliss and pleasures given freely, no violence here, butlove and desire, passioned shared enflamed by two, shared by two, but brings the many together in harmony and peace.
Like the two joined as one, the many are as one..
Mike2004
Dedicated to the lovely ladies of the world.===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===9:56:24 AM Abrigon66: Humor?9:56:42 AM shaka_baby143: is back9:56:48 AM shaka_baby143: huh9:57:06 AM Abrigon66: like poetry?9:57:28 AM Abrigon66: I getting my humor list back up and running finding old members..9:57:37 AM shaka_baby143: oh9:58:01 AM Abrigon66: so how goes?9:58:12 AM shaka_baby143: its going good9:58:18 AM shaka_baby143: how is everything with you9:58:33 AM Abrigon66: okay, for me, no job yet. but .. not looking. working on a gf but will see.9:58:45 AM Abrigon66: Love bi/lesbian army wifes..9:59:13 AM shaka_baby143: thats terrible that you would be with an army wife cheating is so wrong9:59:29 AM shaka_baby143: dont you think a job is more important that a gf9:59:36 AM Abrigon66: hum, maybe..9:59:50 AM Abrigon66: but she will help keep me focused or atleast relaxed?10:00:07 AM shaka_baby143: i put school before any guy10:00:37 AM Abrigon66: will see.. right now, like some company, but .. should sleep soon but ...10:00:38 AM shaka_baby143: you are not going to find any one with out a job thats one of the big things a girl looks for10:01:05 AM shaka_baby143: then go to sleep10:02:22 AM Abrigon66: why, your not there?10:02:38 AM Abrigon66: no ones there.. rather sleep in my chair many times..10:03:02 AM shaka_baby143: oh10:03:09 AM shaka_baby143: i sleep bymyself all the time10:03:41 AM Abrigon66: so do I and tired of it..10:04:00 AM Abrigon66: not that I get along with to many ladies, and allergic to dogs/cats, so ..10:04:10 AM Abrigon66: and computer just is to bulky to take to bed..10:04:20 AM shaka_baby143: get a pig10:04:24 AM shaka_baby143: thats what i want10:04:37 AM Abrigon66: hum.. so when you want me over, I am a pig..10:04:46 AM shaka_baby143: lol10:06:48 AM shaka_baby143: you are so silly10:06:57 AM Abrigon66: sorry should let ya go, not sure, but I feel more with you than I should be.. and .. take care..10:07:17 AM shaka_baby143: so when you going to get new pictures10:07:54 AM Abrigon66: well, you want nudes ones or ..10:08:22 AM shaka_baby143: anything i guess i have only seen that one picture of you and i cant even see your face10:09:39 AM Abrigon66: hum.. why is that imporant? you sort of , or we dumped each other?10:09:42 AM shaka_baby143: (away) (idle) (Idle)10:09:43 AM shaka_baby143: (idle) (Idle)10:09:43 AM shaka_baby143: (idle) (Idle)10:10:10 AM shaka_baby143: is back10:10:15 AM shaka_baby143: arent we still friends10:10:26 AM Abrigon66: hum. maybe..10:10:58 AM Abrigon66: thinking about it.. not even why this hurts.. not like I have not had gf that we got all hot/heavy and then .. wandered apart..10:11:12 AM Abrigon66: will try friends..10:11:49 AM shaka_baby143: (away) (available) "View My Webcam "10:11:49 AM shaka_baby143: (available) "View My Webcam "10:11:49 AM shaka_baby143: (available) "View My Webcam "10:12:15 AM shaka_baby143: so u got any more pictures10:12:25 AM Abrigon66: hum. like to see my cam?10:12:36 AM shaka_baby143: ok10:12:37 AM Abrigon66: if it is working, I see yours?10:12:42 AM shaka_baby143: didnt know you had one10:14:35 AM shaka_baby143: you got it10:15:17 AM Abrigon66: well,I think when I ran my spyware checker, I deleted someting, cam works, but no broadcast.10:15:27 AM shaka_baby143: oh10:15:32 AM Abrigon66: you looking good!!10:16:49 AM shaka_baby143: ty10:17:08 AM Abrigon66: sweat shirt or parki?10:17:30 AM shaka_baby143: sweatshirt10:17:42 AM Abrigon66: hum, easy to pull off?10:17:50 AM Abrigon66: or am I being a friend and not thinking sex?10:18:26 AM shaka_baby143: wouldnt a parka be easier to take off since it has buttons10:18:40 AM Abrigon66: hum, depends..10:20:20 AM Abrigon66: to put my hands down around your waist, holding your butt close, running my hands down your shorts, feeling the crack of your ass, and then moving up, sliding my hands up your back, finding your bra, pop/pop, and all taking your shirt off, and exposing your damn find chest, nipples rip to be sucked on like wild berries, brown chocolate on mountains of delight..10:21:14 AM shaka_baby143: hey calm down that aint nice10:21:20 AM shaka_baby143: you know i am easily turned on10:21:27 AM Abrigon66: grin..10:21:55 AM Abrigon66: kissingyour lips, full and french, tongues fencing parrying and twisting..10:22:11 AM Abrigon66: hands on your firm ass. teasing the crack..10:22:17 AM Abrigon66: what you thinking?10:23:13 AM Abrigon66: like to feel my lips and tongue slide down your neck to bare shoulders?10:23:25 AM Abrigon66: tasting each inch, flickering like a snake?10:24:07 AM Abrigon66: spreading your ass cheeks?10:24:16 AM Abrigon66: can I see your chest?10:25:14 AM Abrigon66: damn..10:25:33 AM shaka_baby143: it says your not on10:25:42 AM shaka_baby143: is back10:26:43 AM shaka_baby143: <ding>10:26:46 AM Abrigon66: here, wanting to suck on your neck. tease your ass, cup it and raise you up, lean you up againt a lap table and grind with you slow and easy, and you tease my chest.10:27:08 AM shaka_baby143: you there10:27:33 AM shaka_baby143: no it says you are not watching my cam10:28:07 AM Abrigon66: GOD I AM..10:28:14 AM Abrigon66: and wanting more of you than I can have..10:28:30 AM shaka_baby143: (away) (idle) (Idle)10:28:30 AM shaka_baby143: (idle) (Idle)10:28:30 AM shaka_baby143: (idle) (Idle)10:28:34 AM Abrigon66: wanting to lean u up against a table, and grind with you..10:29:02 AM shaka_baby143: is back10:29:08 AM shaka_baby143: what am i doing if you can see me10:29:19 AM Abrigon66: can't see you now.. sorry..10:30:10 AM Abrigon66: you saying NO..10:30:13 AM Abrigon66: call me?
hum, wierd, well I should sleep, wanted so much to if anything see your body, sexy and clean to my eyes, and lusting for it in dreams awaking for to sleep bring only wanting..
must be it knows you and I want to be together and to save us, it dies? Or it is just the irony of things, to see just enough to want much more..
it is like wearing a tight outfit, that shows cleavage, it lets him know you love to show, but .. and wants more with every glance..
What not (with our love and lust):
I have some ideas, but it means alot of throwing off cloths, small rooms and place private, rooms on campus and trucks small of cab.
yes, and you bring it out in spades and trump of tarots many.. up and down, front and back.. all leads to the lover..===P-Shakespeare Outtakes
Hamlet my man,how best to say it,to sit there,or be rising upand kill the bitcheswho took your womenand freedom dear
Oh Ophelia,let down our bitchin lockslet me climb and bone youhard my babe fair..
Romeo you dog,were the fuckin hell are you,for my mothers a cow,my fathers on crackand selling hard,and you are allI want Nigga..
Yo Dog, whats up,to piss or not to pissthat is the damn question,should you sit there,in a toilet of trouble,or rise up and cap his ass?
Mike A.200?===P-Shame
A poemA deedPermissionA knifeA swordA friendsSwift cutHead rollsAnd shameEnds, honorRestored andWitnessedSeppeku
Mike Adams2011
(Not a happy poem, it was a survival poem to keep me going, since it takes permission to commit the act of seppeku, and no one knew, and I am out of the military)===P-Shannon
A beauty etherealtragic is historyloving and wantingloved and neededbut painful and pained
Beauty elven, but painsdemonic and slashedtrust abused
Mike2011(more can be said!)
How to do a poem that will not hurt shannon and like.===P-Shantal
to draw you out,to know the sightnot only of your beauty,but your soul,to know you inside and out,to draw it all out,and know it all,tease and play,join with and share,bodies, minds, soulsand to touch eachin turn, eye to eye,lips to lips,hands to hands,bodies movingin time together,hands running downbodies warm and sweaty..to stroke hair,ears, neck and back,and run down handsto cheecks firm and split..ah paradise!
Mike2011/2014(For Kirby Shantal)===P-She is Gone
Man, lays downhead in handlife is goneshe is dead
Mike2005===P-Shellina
A lady, strong and true, a friend and doctor to,loving, and leaning, pleasing of site and more of mind.Heart is big and loving is true, she calls to show it to.Of illness she is there, for one and all. To call, and say,you are sick, go to the doctor, for love and life, she says,but more just cause she is just who she is Shellina..
Mike11/2004===P-Shoes and Roads:
Some shoes and roadsI wish I never put onor walked down them,but I am here..Alone, with manyI traveled withsome for a short time,some for a long time,and some I barely knew,but we all traveled together,some part of the road,some it was to short of road,a bad detour,a slippery roador ice covered and treacherous..But we walked in together,I wish just wish more where hereto see this mile post and notlost along the way at others.But then whydo we walk this road,or the roads we walk,and wear the shoes we wear?And why are they worn so thinand thread bares,cause it was a road,rough or smooth.I am here, and glad youare here as well!but are we ever truly alone,or just one travelingbut part of one bandof brothers and sisters,so who has whose back?Next stop, I get the food and drinks,you pay for lodgingand this time ask for directionsPLEASE!
In memory of all the lost along the road, and the shoes we all wear.
Mike Adams2012===P-Shorty
Like a blessed sun that shines down on this poor fool,lost in the dark, but seeing you lights the darknessand it passes away like a summers fog..A man could get lost in your smiles and joys,just your smile and laughter would make any manhappy for an eternity.. Your wholeness is hot, but ..My heart cries out for your smile..hair like rivers of brown gold, eyes that sparkle with impish delight,nose that is pure delight, mouth that speak of much, but smiles morethan many, that lights the darkness of my soul and send my heartto fluttering and joy I can not say how much it feels good.
just that it does, teeth perfect and bright, chin that is there for kissing,neck that is bare to my eyes and kisses, would go further but strangelyfind more to be base and dirty and not part of love for one.
don't want to make ya frown.your my sunshine.. my joy, the smilethat lightens up this damn apartment..darn, darkess of my soul decends as she leaves the room, her smile is gone,the sun as well, and all left is an empty chair, single and alone.. and so is me..
Mike2004===P-Shutdown
Shut downOverdrawnTo MuchForgivenUnforgivenNothing leftall is deademotionsmindheartsoulall is numbshut down
Mike2006===P-Sink Hole Sink hole in the groundwhy you have come aroundgo away and fill upwith water or soilor just take the pain awayof my lost life and homeor just give me timeto fill out my claimreport or know the funof FEMA saying YESand the money to flowand to know the joyof a new house andplace to live, abovethe sink hole long goneand away from my soul. Mike2009===P-Slashes (editing)
One slashtwo slashthree slashmorefour slashfive slashsix slashdone
One SlashTwo SlashThree SlashMore Marks onwrists deep andbloody
One, two, threewhy can't I dieWhat keeps me hereUp down, side to siderazor, knife, canor other objectsharp will do I am numbplease make it stopthe painwhat painnot the slashed deepor superficialbut the pain behindthat I wish to showto bring outdig outand let out
NOW!
Mike Adams2005(Edited 06/04/05)===P-Slashing thru the Foe
Slashing thru the foe, killing all the way, over bodies we go,laughing all the way, blades on chariot wheels, bowmen in thecart, oh what fun it is to sing a Slaying song tonight.
Mike2005 (From like 1975 or so)===P-Sleep
Sleep is calling melike a lover caress,crying for meto come and lay downmy head andpause but a whileand for hoursthere after untilmorning comesand I awaketo dawns light,and work..
Mike2002P-Slut from Calais
There once was a slut from Calais, who for a quarter you could lay, shed wait in here room, playing with spoons, and humpting the boys away.
Mike2005===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-Snow
I want feel what snow feels like in summer,seven inches of it, deep inside, sorroundedby you and knowing, god I am in heaven, andshe is with me, and brought it to me..
To feel your eyes for the first time,to touch you for the first time, to feelour lips meet and explore, our tonguesentwined as serpents, our hands meetingand exploring, our bodies moving in timeto our mutual lust, and needs.
To feel your hands on my body, and mine on yours,and feel your heat rise from the touch, to knowyou want me as much as I for you, and knowthe smell of lust is thick in the air, as youslide a hand under my shirt and feel my chestand I pop a button from your blouse, followed bythe rest asd it slide up and over your arms,God your breasts are perfect, as you bra slide off,to my hands exploring, pop pop pop goes your bra,and all slides down, zipp goes my pantsfrom your delicate and wanting hands..
A yes that is my cock, and oh, yes, your nippleslike twin mounds of chocolate in a sea of snow,perky and erect like my cock has been since I first saw you.As yes, your mouth is a delight, warm and willing,trained and delicate, tongue a mistress of the pleasuresof the flesh and penis explored. oh my head needsand feels it.. as I look into your wanton eyes, yes,I must as I lay down and slide around, to run my handsup your thighs, and to your garden spot, moist to the touch,and soon panties gone from expert hands..
exposing a trimed and pleasent garden, well wateredby the passions flowing from it and to my fingers sliding pastthe gate of your lipes to spread the water of joy all aroundand find to my wanting lips and tongue your nub of joyand suck on it slow and gentle. GOD, I moan, you tongue is delight,my toes are curing at the pleasures of your mouth..as I find your butt and slide my hands around you cheeks..grin..as my hands massage your back,sliding down your crack to find a lovely hole of passions explored by some..
Mike2005===P-Snow
I want feel what snow feels like in summer, seven inches of it, deep inside,surrounded by you and knowing, god I am in heaven, and she is with me, andbrought it to me..
To feel your eyes for the first time, to touch you for the first time, tofeel our lips meet and explore, our tongues entwined as serpents, our handsmeeting and exploring, our bodies moving in time to our mutual lust, andneeds.
To feel your hands on my body, and mine on yours, and feel your heat risefrom the touch, to know you want me as much as I for you, and know the smellof lust is thick in the air, as you slide a hand under my shirt and feel mychest and I pop a button from your blouse, followed by the rest asd it slideup and over your arms, God your breasts are perfect, as you bra slide off,to my hands exploring, pop pop pop goes your bra, and all slides down, zippgoes my pants from your delicate and wanting hands..
A yes that is my cock, and oh, yes, your nipples like twin mounds ofchocolate in a sea of snow, perky and erect like my cock has been since Ifirst saw you. As yes, your mouth is delight, warm and willing, trained anddelicate, tongue a mistress of the pleasures of the flesh and penisexposed. oh my head needs and feels it.. as I look into your wanton eyes,yes, I must as I lay down and slide around, to run my hands up your thighs,and to your garden spot, moist to the touch, and soon panties gone fromexpert hands..
exposing a trimmed and pleasant garden, well watered by the passions flowingfrom it and to my fingers sliding past the gate of your lips to spread thewater of joy all around and find to my wanting lips and tongue your nub ofjoy and suck on it slow and gentle. GOD, I moan, you tongue is delight, mytoes are curing at the pleasures of your mouth.. as I find your butt andslide my hands around you cheeks.. grin..as my hands massage yourback, sliding down your crack to find a lovely hole of passions explored bysome..
Mike2005===P-Solitude From Love
Love, for what sake,to find and lose,or never love,but want and forsake,for ever aloneor wish solitude? Mike2006?===P-Spanked So ready to be a very naughty and be spanked? I bet you havebeen very bad and need to be punished? Like to suck on a cockand show how much you love sausage? Or feel a mans hands on your ass,pulling your pants down and teasing your pussy and ass with fingers,and more.. Hum, hot girlfriends, any willing and able to play a gameof hard core dirty sex? Can you feel me, my body next to yours, your hands I can feelteasing me, touching my skin, and I in return the same. Damn youhave nice hands.. Girl, I want when the time it right, to take you in my firmarms, hold your body close, feeling your warmth and suck on yourears, along your neck, and to your lips waiting, to join ourtongues together as twin serpents. To feel your body move withmine, as our cloths find a better home. Cupping your firm lovelybreasts in my hands, sucking on nipples hard and wanting touch. Mike2008
I had forgotten about this one. 2012?===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-Steps 12
Out of controlwhy am I here,jail? hospitalor drinking what evernext to me, what did I do,why the hand cuffs,have I hit bottom, or justsliding fast and no control.
God or who or whatI need help, or I knowwhere I am goingfor I have seen itin friends, familyor just lost soulsdead to the worldzombies shufflingaround with onlythought, next drink,or hit or what ever.
I once was clean, sober,had promise but ...No one wants me, theykick me out, call the copswill not me in a barI used to spend bankin, all cause now Ia bumb, drunk, addict.
Why does my love hate memy kids fear memy work has fired meor friends all deserted meor worse just as bad as Iand we all don't care.
please I need help,can you help me man? Womenor what are you, all is I knowyou or what are here and showingme a way, to a better way.
I need you buddy, or friendor just one who had doneas I have done, and is nowhappier and knows a wayto peace, happiness andno more selfish ways andself destruction.
For I know if it doesnot change, I will be oneof the bodies that lay aroundme, cloud my thoughts andgive night mares of uncertaincauses but all is darkor better yet numb..
So how can I lookin peoples eyes andhave some pride or justknow they don't hate meor do not respect meor respect me for theviolence I have shownor know I can do butwish not to..
No more pain, anger,but I wish peace, joyto walk with happy peopleand see my kid, or familyand know they can trust me,I will not use or abuse themfor money, or thingsI can sell for the drugor I can look myself inthe mirror, and see pastthe face now destroyedby years of abuse andsee intelligence once againwhere once was numb or beastialeyes. Cooking is not chemistry.
So off to work, making somemoney, but save it,eat somethinghave some health back.Make peace with self,others and the world, and learnhow to deal with things, tonot crash, fall down, numb selfup on booze, drugs or think lifeis a constant party or no oneknows, people know and see youin the gutter and fear you, ornot want you around for the smellor worse that you present.Invading their perfect worldand not seeing who you once wasbut now are just a drunk, an addictlost and homeless or serving life.
Creed, color, faith all the samejust an addict, with no god but abottle or pipe, pills or needle.All the same. Next hit, or lover,or what am I doing this for?sores, puss, bruises, teeth gone,smell all can smell from feet awayas you do acts you once thoughtdisgusting cause it was means, nasty,sinful. or just will get you pregnantor be called whore and not just femalebut males.
Why is mommy or daddy passed outin the hall way, Whose that man with daddy,what daddy or mommy doing for money,and on that corner with marks up hisor her arm, for what, where are they at,why am I with you, whats a social worker?Whose in Jail, why they not visiting me.Are you my daddy? Mommy? Why did myparents sell me to you?
Make peace with all, be happy,know how to be happy, clean,sober and then if you canto help others at their measureand pace and means to if theywish to be happier, to be so.Slow down, its not a race to dieor see who can die first, orhow long until you liver gives outyour body slowly shrivels up anddie by suicide, even if slowlyfor what is substance abusebut slow death, self inflicted?
Here, can I help you out,please forgive me, if possibletrust me once again, as I learnto trust myself, maybe even loveme, as I learn to love myselfagain. Can I have my kids back!
PLEASE!
Mike Adams2011===P-Steps 3
One steptwo stepthree stepflooror door
a choice is madeup and outor stay in bedand lazy
Or to the floorbut up and out wego
MikeAlaska2013===P-Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones,bones break,hairpulled,love lost,death of innocenceLove of one, of joyand life shared turn,to hell and damnation
Mike Adams07/12/04
(More Coming?)===P-Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones,bones break,hairpulled,love lost,death of innocenceLove of one, of joyand life shared turn,to hell and damnation
Mike Adams07/12/04
(More Coming?)===P-Suicide:
So she cheated on you,gave you a disease incurable,Emptied your bank accountHad you arrested for DVTook your kid(s) awayTold your friends liesand now they hate you.
Do not give her the joyof killing you to!So put the gun down,the pills away,stop annoying that cop,driving fast,drinking like a fish.and piss her off by living!
Mike2006/2015
For a close buddy, sadly I did not get a chanceto say and share it with him, and he .. long gone.It can be I suspect be reversed for the femalefriend, been tempted. But may take another bent.===P-Sundance:
Sundance how you danceacross the sky so fast and lovely,darting from place to place,flickering the sky fast andfurious or slow at twilight.
Mike2003
(for a gal named Sundance)
========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-Survivors Guilt (2008)
The dead are gone, but what of those left behind?To bury the dead, to record their passing, butto keep going, worse to wonder what if?
I had smiled, to show I loved them? To force themto find help, or even know they needed it, andhow much. Just to let them know you worry, andwish them to be happy, and find a way out of thedarkness, the corner them selves in, or forcedto be in. And get help, peace and life in thelight not death in the dark. Not only of lightand dark but of mind, spirit and love. Meanspeaceful, buit not death, for int their passingis lett questions of why, what if, trust, pain,guilt and hatred, not just anger at them, and self.
Ignorance is blisss, is far from true, when dealingwith friends self destruction, for in not knowingbrings little bliss.
He or she a friend, not only of genes but of blood and thingsshared, a piece of each other, and of all, who knew them.What hell was they in, to wish for early release from life?To not demand help? We who l;loved them, did they not trust us,or think us less human/friends or just lost in their depressionand path dark and lonely.. Or worse, they did trust us and wefailed them. But all they had to do was, bue we was not.Knowing what they was saying and is this we are at loss.
No one I was enough to leave what they left behind,I know its selfish to die by gun, pills, poison or life destructive.
Please come back, I miss you so much. Life is never full withoutyou. But I muddle along, ploding to find some purpose to yourleaving. And how to help others not to go how you went. To saveothers from guilt, for it should been me who died and now you.You had more to live for than I, but now I am truely old and youare long gone but young always in my minds eye.
Mike2008?Not complete===P-Sweet and Shy: dark of hair, dark of nite,she is revealed to my sight,lady smoking, and eyes tired,sad she seems to be this dark..to dark, but smile small,more to be seen, stress and loving,but lost in darkness.. Mike2005===P-Sweet Lady
Nite sweet lady,may I dream of you tonight,nothing erotic or exotic,just a light in the darkness of light,like a knight of old,my Guenevier or lady of the grail.
Mike Adams2002
Same as other like named poems, need to consolidate or ??===P-Syndrome Slogans
working on my white knight syndrome.Or sorry madame, if your asshole bf beats you,its not my problems, and please stop using me to get back at him..blessed are the peace makers, everyone hates them and ....they get fucked over, and beaten.. so you got to bless them..just another normal day of as the pay check crumbles..Follower of Jesus the Punching Bag.Trust starts with your self trusting yourself.Self love is not masturbation
Mike200?===P-Tabitha
A tab in time,a love of a nightbut love alrighta moment of timetogether and lovedbut it endedbut will be foreverin my minds eyes
A tab in time,a time of tabs.marked and known
Miss my Tabbut now ina folderwith a tab on top
filed away foreverand a day, andnow gone, archived.
Mike2012===P-Tara
How to write a poem of a lady, who came in the nite, met in the nite andleft before the moon came to show its face, to light this lady fare and regal,english of manner and bearing. Tall by means unknown and unsaid,her hair long and dark, her voice smooth and soft, hard to hear but wanted,by ears of a man entrapped by her beauty and grace. Parting came hardbut needed, for the time was nie for the parting, for the bean of life had struckat her heart and being, and off she road into the nite, that moonless nite,down roads that he could not follow or dared to follow for in the joy of the meetingwas all he could ever hope for, and knew the chasing was doomed to death doorand beyond. So he cast the thoughts of more than to know she lived, her journeyswift and secure and home to speak of 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 niteand lite the 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 chasedand taken downand held downlike an animal,and loved,slow and easy,or fast and hard..
Mike2005
(mutual conscentuallove and love making)===P-THE COURSE: Man Walks,Man Sees,Man Falls,Man in Love,Man be Drunk. She is Gone. Man is Lost. Whereis he now? Aloneand gone. Mike2007?===P-The Fallen 2011
The idea to talk about the fallen ones, those who had promise in life, but some how got lost along the way and fell into alcohol, drug abuse, prositution, murder and death.
(possible poem or collection of them?)===P-The Four
These riders, riding hardacross this plane of skullstheir horses frothinglooking dead they ridefrom near to far theseriders ride until the endfor in the end they rideand all fall before themfor they are four riders all,all of deadly formone is pestulinceand it is so named and looks,two is famine and it isguantly named and visage,three is war and from itall brave men fall,and the last is the worstof the four though to lookat it you could not tellfor it is short, and boneylike no mortal manmore like a child so smallso weak of look, butit is the greatest fear ofall who walk the earth for allmust truely fall from death,for what do the others servebut to bring one closer tothe fourth.
From far to near they do ride,the four of the fall,they ride day and nightacross the sky far onto theend they do ride and all shallfall before them for in theend what is our fates?
From far to near they do rideacross lands and sea,day to day, night to nightthey do ride on words ontothe horizen they do ridethese four horsemen of theend of all.
But there is some glimmerand saving from these dourfeinds four for us who fearthese four, we havemany names for it,hope is the best for it,for the rest are justwords to bring the hopeforwards and into our heartsand to give us reason to riseeach day and face it anew,for with out hope what canwe do but to let the fourride over us and grind usinto the dirt from whichwe came and may return one day.
Mike Adams1998===P-The Grail:
I seem to ramblefrom place to place,never staying onein any one place,ever searching,like a knight on quest,for that grail oh so dear,so close but oh so far,almost in sight,but never visible,I go on and on,until the end is here,and it draws near,and I can hear the callsof angels sweet,and I shall finally drinkof that cup,so rich and rare a draughtit shall be,for in the end,the cup will hold life,and life is so sweet,and to know this,I quest.
May 1998Mike Adams-----------------------P-The Grail: (Minor editing)
I seem to ramblefrom place to place,never stayingin any one place,ever searching,like a knight on quest,for that grail oh so dear, oh so close but oh so far,almost in sight,but never visible,I go on and on,until the end is here,and it draws near,and I can hear the callsof angels sweet, and I shall finally drinkof that cup,so rich andrare a draughtit shall be,for in the end,the cup will hold life,and life is so sweet,and to know this, I quest.
May 1998Mike Adams-----------------P-The Grail:
I seem to ramblefrom place to place,never staying onein any one place,ever searching,like a knight on quest,for that grail oh so dear,so close but oh so far,almost in sight,but never visible,I go on and on,until the end is here,and it draws near,and I can hear the callsof angels sweet,and I shall finally drinkof that cup,so rich and rare a draughtit shall be,for in the end,the cup will hold life,and life is so sweet,and to know this,I quest.
May 1998Lord Alaric===P-The Outer Dark
I ask, am I humanbut no reply for nonecan understand memy speach or ways.
All are dumb tomy pleas and requestfor I am out of fazewith them all
Lost in the outerdark for to longlost in the currentsof time and spaceforgotten who andwhat I am, or justlost in time.
Warped from whatwas one humanor just never was.Now out of syncout of timeor just jumped.
Lost not in timebut in lifeor never part.Outcast or pushedout, or nevergiven time to bepart of the humanrace, just mutant.
Mike Adams2012
1056Tues nov 20th===P-The Wall
I came to the wall,and saw its names,written in stone,and see,why is not mine there,in letters small and even,on panels many,how am I better than they,for living and not dyingto be put there, and leftto the worlds view,to be seen and know,what price did they payfor fame on a wall,and I for life livingwith out fame, but gladto be living, my wife,my kids, my friendsI have many.
Mike2004(no wife and few real friends)------------P-The Wall (version 2)
I come to the wall,and see the names,written in stone,why is mine not there,in letters small and even,on panels many,how better they am I?For living and not dyingto be put there,and left to the worlds view,to be seen and know,what price did they pay for fame on a wall,and I for living with out fame,but glad to be living, my wife,my kids, my friends I have many.
MikeEdited 2004===P-The Word:
What can be said of the wordwhen use well, it says allbut when not, is says nothingor worse spreads chaos, deathand misunderstand, or control.
Truth or illusion, dependson how used, for truth orclarity, or for degredationor just to control and mislead?
Power in the knowing, butloss in the ignorance.
For loss of words leadsto confusion and loweringbut for words and howused and knowing how touse them well, leads topower, but at what cost?
Words big and highshows knowledge or needto be seen as bigger thanone is, but wrong wordscan lead to brutal lossof self or just seen asless than ones brain andspirit is.
But how to darken the souland spirit or and rise upthe lost and forgottenthe word is power.
For loss of it, seemssimple, and dumb, butto know, shows classor just something more?But is it real, or justan illusion? Only timewill tell. To clarifyor to confuse, what canthe word be said aboutto rise up the fallenor destroy the corruptor hide the deadly anddemonic, all can be wordsor lack of it. To notsay, or report, to lethappen, with out usinga word, words known toall or just to some,Some to keep hidden,understood by some.
Words can be used tolift up, to communicateinjustice, or to confusewhat is really goingon, but many know, butsay little. For the wordsare not there, or notdared to be said, forin the saying, can bringdeath, and pain.
Words whispered can doomall, or some, or manyor corrupt the guardiansand warriors, or justthose who are mastersof words, but kept quiet.
To say what is rightor wrong, and what todo when found, or tried.
Mike2008(first of the new year, so far, got others, and need to work more on the above for flow and how I originally heard it in my head, the words came to me, but got lost in the music and time).===P-There To see you thereto feel you hereto touch you nowto hold you closeto feel you hereto caress you slowto know you nowto feel your handsslide and teaseto feel you fleshto know your soulyour eyes and skinto shed some clothsto throw themto not care whereto kiss you hereand there and allto share passionto touch youto be touchedto feel your thingto place it thereto ride you hardand you the sameto know your lustand I are nowcombined as oneto sew the seedof love and lustto feel the powerof just a touchto slide it inand you on meto ride me hardand not to stopbut on and onfor ever morewe are oneyou with meand I for youtogether we areforever as one. Mike2005===P-They Are Gone: They are gone those faces in the darkand I am happy but sad in this for Iknew they for a short time, they haveeffected and affected me more than theirlived, loves and deeds, other than ourtime together as friends and some aslovers, but love not of lust butfriendship. But now they fade andI am at peace, but sad in their finalpassing for what of them and thierdeaths? I move on and live but howmuch pain has come from their deathssome self inflected, others by mistep.Some by some one elses hand and deeds.But they held me for years for theireffect and lifes, lasting longerthan their lives was, but I measuremuch by their passing and the resultof their passing and my knowing them. Now to walk in the daylight, to lovemyself once again, forgiven not by themfor they are beyond any thing mortaland forgiveness is not theirs to givebut for me to forgive myself formisdeed or just ignorance and knotknowing how to do more or to knowthe danger of their words and acts. But I know the effect, the pain unendingwhat if I have screams and dwelled onfor many hours long and hard butnothing comes back but more darknessand it MUST end for in the dwellingI have lost myself, dwelling in darknesshating one self until all I have ismy self loathing and pain. Cryingalwasy never feeling more than theobsession of the pain of their passingand what I could have done better. To honor them by living and not dyingto move on and help others knowthe happiness of living and notdying in darkness and wander downpaths foul and insane. Lost in the moraseof depression and dead to all butthe strongest emotions and feelingsforces to hurt one self to just feelanything, to know anything and to hateonself continually for what?Something that some else did and nowlong gone but me a victim stillof their passing or almost hatefulleaving of this life. Not trustingor just not helping me to help them. So now, we shall see, live, be happydo not solve small problems withpermenant solutions. Think of theothers you leave behind and do youhate them as much as what you leftthem with? So please live, andits not all bad, okay! We just oversimplify in the black and white,dark and light, happy and lack of. So if not for self, them for mefriends, loved ones or even thoseyou hate, for if anything you byliving will show your love for thosewho love you, and annoy the hellout of those who hate you and givethem purpose by hating you! But in this I LIVE! Mike AdamsAlaska2009===P-THINKING OF YOU: How can I compare youto anything of mortal man,or of anything of natureother than to you. How can I tell you of myfeelings for you, but wordsescape me greatly when I think of you. So in this I can say, thouyou are far away, you areclose beside me in all thingsI do. Yes I am tempted by thingsof the flesh, but I get thruit by the feelins I feelfor you. I have matured in ways I neverthought possible from contactwith you and I wish for morefrom you. For my dear, thoughI am weak, you make me strongand your love for me makes methe strongest man alive. I love you my dear and thatis all I can say for as wordsescape me soon after thinkingof you. So therefore I end this withmy kiss, my hugs for youand my thoughts of you, for youfill me up mind, body and soul.. And it feels good. Mike02 Oct 1998===P-Tinkle (adult nature)
Tinkle tinkle little prick,how I play with you tonight,way above The urinal stall,how I wonder what went wrong.Was it pissing, or was It fucking,I can not know, for I am so far goneI got to go fast.
Mike Adams2002===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-TO LAY:
To lay, or not to lay,that is the question,wether it is worththe pain and agonyof enjoying her company,or the blows of an overlyprotective boy friend..
To lay or not to lay,that is the question,to do her, or not to,to risk deathfrom boyfriend jealous,or not care and just do it.
Mike2005?
(off from Bitter Love)===P-To see your Jenny Cry.
Johnny drew his pistol,but we still wonder why,why you came back johnnyto see your jenny cry,
now there is no tomorrow,there is only yesterday,so why you come back johnnyto see your jenny cry.
They babe was born that winters,shes got her fathers eyes,so why you come back Johnnyto see your Jenny cry.
Mike Adams20??
various times over the years.For all the Jennys in the world.
Sort of a jingle or slow but steady beat. Irish in form===P-Tok Whore
There once was a whore from Tok, who came to me for a smoke, she had not fare, so she bored her ass far, and gave me a blow on high..
Mike2005
Verion 2There once was a whore from Tok,who came to me for a smoke,she had not fare,so she bored her ass thereand gave me a blow on for a tok.
2005===P-True Love
What can be said of it,true or illusionlife long dream orjust pain looking.the 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-Trust Me
Your goneyou cameand wentand wonderwhy I sit herein a stuporwanting todie, and knowingnothing but fear
Scared to askfor help forwho to trust.
Mike Adams2012(not complete)
(The fun of trust issues, not only in relationships but many more, still exploring.)===P-Trust Me
Your goneyou cameand wentand wonderwhy I sit herein a stuporwanting todie, and knowingnothing but fearScared to askfor helpfor who to trust.When you cannot trust one self.
Mike Adams200?
(The fun of trust issues, not only in relationships but many more, still exploring.)P-Tupoc 2014 (Comment?)but what did Tupoc do to help he brothers? other than keep peoples stereotypes of blacks as violent, mother hating, bitch slapping, drug doing, gangsta socialpath who blow each other away at the drop of a hate, while on crack, meth or heroin?thug code, great now we are making a holy order out of violence for its own reasons, so some wigger gangsta wanna bees can feel SPECIAL..How many sports stars go back to the hood and help clean it up, to help change peoples idea of what black is about?===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 lovely the site of you, and know first hand your humor andlove of it.. To tell a joke and see your face light up, to know it wasfor you I told it for, and not for another, to see you brighten up theday, with whit and whim, jest and humor dear..
Ah dear lady, to behold you in your lovely naked self, to caress yourneck with teeth and lips, to taste each inch with tongue, slow andgentle, to taste the skin, soft and sweet, to feel the lust slowlybuild, to hold you close, and see your eyes, to fel you hands on me, andmine on you, to hold you close, dancing slow and gentle, to taste youmore with lips combined, tongues entwined, building our mutual lust,with hands exploring, looks of lust and joy at our meeting, bodiesmoving in time to the music erotic, feeling things rise at the feelingof you near. ah your neck, tastes devine, like wine of passions sweat..sweet combining as our bodies are closer, with cloths thrown about without a care. who cares about cloths, when two wish to be one, to sharepassioned longing, to taste and share, not just bodies, but minds andsouls, to become one where we find our selves..
sorry.. you look to nice to be seen as an object of lust.. more likesomeone to hold close and just enjoy the company, of your warmth andsmile..Someone to see across a room and know, she is there, and I am here, andwe are friends for ever more, married or just sharing time and space..
love your elven eyes.. how they sweep back from your nose, in adelightful curve.. hard to explain.. your lips red, and kissable, yournose, so missed, your ears to be touch and things said to them, soft andgentle.. your teeth so much your smile, lights the darkness of the soul,and shows the beauty of the humor of your being..
things said that only lovers share, of bliss shared, and words of loveand passions wanted, but never done, for the distance is great, and howto share it together as one, is the irony of life and tragedy of themoment and times cruel pains..
Mike2004===P-Two as One
One aloneTwo togetherThree is drama
One as oneTwo as oneThree conflictOr justinteresting
Mike201?
Unfinished or ??===P-Umberage
To slumber,or to botheror just showyour umbrageat the distractionpain, and angercaused by someones abuseand umbrage.
MikeAlaska2010for Word in a Sentance===P-UnUnited States 2012 (lost?)===P-Val Lapp 2014
To see, to know, to talk, and share,to want, to have, to imagine more,and more, to explore and know the heartbehind the eyes.. the being and know her soul..To share..and know, want and desireto cuddle warm and soft, arms locked,bodies together, hearts in time,breathing shared, warm and consciousness as one..
It need not be hands, exploring, sheding cloths,kissing long and passionate..bodies moving in time to music internal and external,just that its shared as one beeing, in time together..
Just moments together, feeling each other,knowing each other, slow and passionate,all in due time all will be known, in time,an eternity, all so fast but slow, timeless..
until in common, they fall into a dreaming sleep,or just a reality warm and loviing. covers shared until the morning and its all a reality..
will it last or will it fade with the mornings first light.
Mike200?
(edited 2014)--------------------Val Lapp: as i waited an felt the emptieness i felt the feeling of empty i embraced it after all empty is wha i am an empty soul awaiting a door of oppertunity that has no keyMorgoth: a key that shall present itself, if we are just willing to know its form, and see past the illusions of its false form..Val Lapp is typing...Val Lapp: a faulse form the illusion shall remain till th eillusion is reflectedMorgoth: a vessle to be filled, a door that is open but forced closed or never let be opened, but all is needed is to let it be opened and all shall flow in and fil..Morgoth: reflected, known, shown, and explored.. is it empty to be filled, or space that needs out to be shared and shown?appreciated, known and wanted. what is what we all want?Morgoth: how to walk to path to the door, or the door to the valley? dark with out ligth, or just light damned to darkness out of pride.. how to hold you close, guide you out of the dark. arm in arm, with lantern raised high to find the path and out of the darkness.. to door locked inside or out or just a door..Val Lapp: light damned to darkness no directionMorgoth: so how to find the compass, to find the direction and find our place and purpsoe..Val Lapp: though lanterns to the light have been presented ive refused many many times the guidence offeredMorgoth: but why refuse, fear or lack of trust? Or the lantern holder was demonic or angelitic and too beautiful to be real?Val Lapp: i am lacking of trust due to wrong doers an lantern holders no matter how angelic i refuse to follow for i have been lost to false light
Val Lapp: lol im not depressedVal Lapp: i grow weary of people so quickMorgoth: understnad the fears and trust not given, for past deeds by men of cloth and faith to boys young and ignorant and abuse given and passing by means self inflcted.Val Lapp is typing...Val Lapp: im always looking for more===P-Valkyries:
The Valkyries screams over the battle field,looking for their feast, a feast not of bloodand sinew, flesh and bone, but of souls.
Searching for their masters table, to sharein their masters bounty to Valhalla these ravensof war, flys across the battle field strewn withtheir masters handy work, for who is Odin,the master of battles, lord of the carrion,and lord of the hosts of Valhalla, and fatherof the Valkyries, chosers of the slain, pickyand keen of site they scour the battlefield for the valient dead, and most worthyof fallen. For one day, these honored willarise and serve their master once againin the final days, a future day, not this day.for Ragnarok approaches. And for these men,who fought each other unto deaths door, theywill be there once again, this time arm inarm, shield to shield, shoulder to shoulderfighting for their master, whose table theydo share, of fighting, wenching and drinkingthere is much, for they know their fates,for in the end, they will die once again,against a tricky foe, and his friend from below.The serpent, the wolf, the giants manywill be there to cross the bridge of light,to Heimdalls call they will come to the finalfield, and fight the final battle, sharein final glory. A final fate againt all the evilsof the world, and their deaths will not be in vain,for in this second arising and final time,the world will be reborn anew.
Lord Alaric Morgoth/Mike AdamsEdited 2004===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 fruitof my penis.. Jesus!thou I walk thru the valleyof the shadow of death,I will fear no evil,cause I am hornyand all know whatthat means..Here kitty kitty, yo evil,where art though?time to fuck..time to stroke the pussy..
Mike2004===P-Vampires Kiss
Part IAh to taste your neck like a vampires love, to feel my teethpierce, slow and gentle, to feel the blood flow onto my waitingtongue, to feel your body quiver and shake as the life flows fromit, from eyes of love and lust I see your soul wander away.
Part IIAh my lovers of the dark, come to me, and bite me hard, love meharder drive your teeth deep into my veins for bliss comes witheach tooth. each depression into my skin is my love for you, andyour love for me etenally, darkness damned but bliss.
Part IIIDeep and dark, the vampire crawls thru bowels of the earth, andruins dark and dead to find the one it needs most, a lover a friend,and blood aplenty.
Part IV:Oh like a vampire to spread his mouth,and kiss your neck, and to feel his fangs,slide into your flesh, and feel the bloodoozing out, the taste the aroma, the soundof your breath.
Part V:Ah.. to know we are one, and together,lord and lady, hunter and prey,one who needs and one who has..like to have a lover, who takes you softand slow, sucking on neck, feeding onyour soul, feeling it escape to feedhis desires and wants and you joining with him?
Part VI:To run his tongue up your thigh, sliding dressaway as he goes, to find the garden of desire,to pierce its folds with his tongue, lips andteeth.. feeling his mouth sucking your gardensdelight.. slurping up the blood, giving pleasure..feeling the delight of it all?
Part VII:And he gives you much in return morethan pleasure of the now, but life eternal,love eternal, joy enternal.. would you liketo share my blood? My touch, your handson mine and I on yours? Bodies lockedas one? Eternal!
Mike2005
To much like cybersex? To wierd? Still working on it? I know not like I don't say thatabout a few others of my poems/words. Still working on the short story idea based on Vampires Kiss or The Four.===P-Vashti of the Flame Red Tresses:
Oh my dearest lady mine, for yourpassing has emptied my heart,but the memories of you will bewith me forever.The joy we felt in our youth,the times we spent in our middle years.The things we did here, there and all.Friends we made, times we spent,even when angry we did it in love.How the feeling I do feel atyour passing,for you my lady of hair so red was me,and I you, a half has gone awayand left me with feelings of what now,not to replace but the feeling ofwhat now? Who can I turn to when I need love,carrying, a gentle hand a softcaress, to be told I was wrong and thelove to show me gently. To be there forme, and I for you. Bye my dear lady offlaming hair that lighted up the darknesof my life, for before you there was darknessand now what? Farwell my dear until that daywith Gods/fates grace I can join you once again,to walk hand in hand, arm in arm,carress to carress, feel to feeland knowing we will be together always..
Love ......
(Mike Adams 1998)===P-Vicky G:
It has come to passthat I find you hateme, wish me harmand cause me painnot only living,but working as well.
What did I do?For you to wish meloss of work?Loss of livelihoodor just torment fromlies told to bossesunbelieved.
Or is it justthat I am defenselessfor I no longerwork with youand can not defendmyself, from your liesand tyrannyand wonder whatI did that was sowrong to you?
Was it the nice thingsI did for you?The extra time takento deal with youand do things niceand gentle for you?
Or are you just a dramaqueen, to be ignoredlike the pain you aregone with the shotof good valium orjust forgottencome mornings break.
For right now I gotto pee, for youVicky G. Go away from meand leave me out of yourdesigns and manipulationsFor I no longer needdeal with tham and leavemy door step, or mywork place or otherplaces and leave meout of your Drama, forI did not buy a ticketor even sneak in, sogo fuck your selfand leave this boy alone.
Vicky G, what did I do to theefor you hate me so.
What can I have done for youto hate me so?
What have I done for you towish me harm at work?
Vicky G, oh Vicky G,what did I do to thee,to have this hate of me?
Are yo pissed, or just a bitchI ask you this, whatam I to you, or you to me?
Vicky G are you afraid of meor do you just hate me so?
What did I do for your to hate meWhy do you hare me so
What crime did I commitfor this distain.Or am I just here cause you haveto hate some one so?
So take your bitchesand hos and leave me aloneor just take your dramato a place where theycare for it, and notto my door step.
Mike2006===P-Walk Together
We shall walkthe road together,and hold each other upas we walk hand in hand,arm in arm, stride in stride,keeping each other happy,well and strong.
Mike Adams2008(not complete?)===P-Wanted
Always wanted to be wanted just not most wanted.
(Need to complete or ??)
Mike2013?===P-We ARE BORG (I am)
Alive but deadMind goneresistance lostburned outlost and givenup to the massesof the pastand socialpressuresor just forcedout forgottenfor sanityor just numb.
Now justwe are borgand you willbe soon joinedin our unionof mindlessthoughtlesssoul less beingscollectiveand all dreamsdead, with ourjoined dreamover allall well belike us, nofreedom, orseperate thoughtfor choiceburned outfrom the bodytotal, all joinedas cells of thebody collected.
Who you wasis now US!
Mike2009
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 itand bring forth a paradise,a bliss, a heaven on earthby the tasting,or just drinking?
Mike2005
===P-What is a Man?
What is a man a being of fleshand blood heart and sinewbut also of feelings some hardand painful some soft andpassionate some teasing like twilightsome so real it is fearsome
What can be said of a manbut of life and death happiness,and pain joys many, pains untoldbut in the middle is the answerto all for to much of one or the otherleads to depression or insanity.
Mike200?===P-What is Love 2011
What is love,pain and agony,loss and depression,desire and lust.Or joy, and freedom,friends and acceptance,massage and touch,squeezes and teasesA thought, a touch,a squeeze, a tease,a look, an emotion.
Or just Love
Mike2005/2011(working on more?)===P-What Woman Want 2014
FRIENDS:
well, a nice guy they say they like, but then they go for the total asshole.. nice guys are to nice, to easy.. they like someone they can conquor or complain about.. The Drama continues.. We are so tied to being animals, it is not funny.. We live in such denial..
(not sure if a poem in the making or comment of, or thinking on?)===P-Whore From Killarnie
There once was a whore from Killarnie,who could be more than a farthing,she dropped her pants low, and spreadher ass so, and got all the boys in the county..
Mike Adams2004P-Whore Limerick
There once was an old whore,who made sure life was never a bore,she laid her pus out,and got a good bit,and had you all by the score..
Mike Adams2005
Edited 10/10/05===P-Wind Cleaning:
Oh the storm, it rages and rages.but the feel of freedom of flying,as it hits the body and mind,whirl winds of force, and energy,removing the dust and dirt from my mind,soul and past, until the rain comesand washing it all away, and greensprouts up and all is livingand loving, lush and happy..
Storm strike me numb and speechless,and focued on the wind slicing throughmy body, or rising it up like a wing.and feeling it clean out the past,the pains, angers and hurts,or just the moment of the storm,the winds..
Yes or dust out of your mind and past..Whirlwinds of dust devils cleaning outthe dusty streets of your mind..Until the rain comes and all is green,lush and living.. warm..
Ah the warm winds, hit me hard and fastI want to fly and rise to the heavensand away from this mortal worldto lands unknown and wildto feel free and ride the windhair thrown back, winds whippingaround my body, fore force of theenergy on my body, electric.
Mike Adams2011===P-Wind Cry
oh shall I walk thru the valley of death with out a peak at the gardenof delights that is your mountains of your desire, capped with nipplesbrown like kisses from heaven, an ass that only a god could behold andstay sane, and a garden of rare delights to please the senses, of touch,smell and feel, for it is newly washed in a sea breaze delight of saltand water, and done just right..
ah my sweet lady of lovely eyes and thighs, can not a man have a finalnight of bliss in our eyes, and arms and thighs explored, a nite beforemy death on some foreign shore?
Shall you give me your precious love, to keep a man alive, and sane asbomb burst, men die and danger to many to name assault me, until cancome home to you, I pray a whole man, to give you what I can nottoday, or shall I have it now?
ah colleen, my sweet colleen, give me your garters, linen and lace andlet me explore the garden of delight tonight, or face death.
Onto the wind I do cry, why shall I stand here in the dark, who was itthat damned me here, who shall I say and scream to release me fromthis prison dark? But it was I who doomed me here, so who shall I blamefor my death and damnation? Myself is who I cry to, and scream tome your precious love, to keep a man alive, who shall I say and screamto release me from this prison dark? But it was I who doomed me here,so only I shall retreve my soul and dignity from this pit of dispair.
Mike Adams2003===P-Windy Love:
A front as in how lovelyyou are in total,the whole you..A face is just a face,but it is just one partof a whole being,the site of a faceleads to the frontand down, and thenaround, then to touchesand tastes and smellsof delight..Not only of neck,but hair, of lips,of common things,and often soundsof passions shared,and times spent sleeping togetherin a bed togetherand seeingthe mundane thingsof life..Like a snore,a breath and more..
Mike200?===P-Winter
Fall or Winter, or the joy of the snow,ot the moon hitting the crusted snow,the wind blowing across the snow andinto the darkness, as the moon cascadesacross the snow, lighting the snow up inlittle bits of moon light.. I know I havean image of a nite, I went to go out andtake a piss. it was like -20F, and I waswearing nothing but my pants, I exited thetent, barefoot and the moon was full, thewind was warming, the snow was crusted,and I was captured by the moment..yes, amazing how things can be, you see themoment and the coldness of the temperatrejust goes away.. well, the sky flying acrossthe nite, the stars out, and the lights flickerand flow across the nite sky, like being underwater was seeing the surface..
Mike AdamsDec 2005===P-Woman of Hind
Before me a lady of Hind,who stands before mein all her radiance,not only of body and face,lovely as a goddess bright,but a women of grace,and stature, of wordsand sounds, many untoldto be said, but many tounderstand.. many to leadother into the light,not of darkness ignoranceand hate, but of love,and knowledge tiedto one another in the words thoughdifferent, all tied as one..
Mike Adams2008?=====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 ofmy deluted mind, the hope of a greater thing,that disapates with the mornings sun..
Mike2005===P-Work
Work, I damn thee to the abyss,I deny you, I spurn you and drive youfrom my mind and body,taint not my spirit with your foul stence,I say to you Work,go and not bother me and mine,no more..
Mike Adams2005===P-Working Poem
Step by stepanother deathnot of life, butdreams, gonebut not forgotten
(likely add the above to another poem or like?)===P-Worms
ah worms, you crawl in and out,eat me slow and fast, heat mycarscuss inside and out andanimate me now to say things dead..
Mike2005===P-Would you Kiss
How to kiss, let me find the ways,soft and slow and over time.
Mike Adams200?===P-Young Son
A man, youngfull of lifeand promiseand gifts aplentyhe came lookingto find what?
Future,a leaderor fatheror friendsnot surewhat.
But in theend, it endedto soonthe sun setand now what?Why, and whocaused his pain?
Vengeance orpain unendingis what is leftor what...
Mike2015
The fate of never knowing, was he really my biological son, and what I could have done to keep him alive, not enough, or even not done that did not make him to want to stay around, and now it is, to wonder and worry if there is more out there that might be mine biologically hope they did not go thru anything I did while growing up and that they are health,happy and well taken care of. From all reports, he was bullied and took the hard way out and ended things...===P-Your Name:
I loved you, and you loved mebut you caused no painanger or misery, no lossof trust, not doubtsand nothing dark or negativeand I have forgottenyou and your name.
Denied myself the joysand peace and loveof your name andperson, who you wasand are and in thisis the tragedy, my shame,you deserved moreand i should have done moreto know your self, and name
But I was selfish, wallowingin the negative and painfulthe anger and misery andforgive me for my ways
For what I lost was much.Absorbed by the darkpainful and negativedestructive and angry.
But now, time to knowyour name and placeand who you are and more
but how to begin?With this I say!Hello, your name is?And go from there.And find a lightand peace in knowinghappier, sober andconstructive peopleand things and not thedark of the past, butthe fun of the future.
And your NAME!
Mike Adams2012
(working on, still working on remembering and how to remember peoples names.It sad how the intense negative emotions have over come all else and ...).===P-Of Youth (July 1998)
Of youth, it is such a timea time of love, of lifeof exploring and such passionsstrong and new, each to be exploredand often shared.First love, first kiss, first timealone with one you love anddesire strongly..
To fly like eagles high, andnever come down is the feelof youth, it comes but onceand is often search for oncelost, for time creeps up andtakes it away so quicklyfor time is a killer of usall, so enjoy the youth andexplore the passions whilethe time is now and love isin the air. To carress youand love you deeply, to sharesecret thoughts and hiddenpassions quite rare, to knowyou deeply, to touch you inways only a lover can isparadise in all its forms.
Mike Adams1998?
Dedicated to AmyI hope you like it, I did it online for you..
Dedicated to Amy Huelsmeyer==========Copyright Mike Adams 1998