WARNING: Adult and less than happy subject matter. Adult subject matter and that is just the violence and sex. Not in order or organized yes. (And yes some disturb me on how sick humans can be? Tempted to put some at the bottom?)Some was done when I was in a not happy place, exploring some feelings and seeing if I had fallen, but ... Some, was about others I had known, talked to and I hope helped?PRINTED OUT:__________
INDEX:Faith and FearFantasyFar AwayFat LoveFatherFenceFive PercentFlight from LoveFlirt DemonFlying to YouFor a Lovely LadyFor a Muslim WomanFor SamForgive MeForgivenessForgottenFreak DancingFreedomFriendshipFriendship DarkFrozen Michelle(Backup Index?)For a Lovely LadyFreedomFriendshipFor a Muslim WomanFriendship DarkFear of Failure ?ForgivenessFarawayFrozen MichelleFreak DancingFive PercentFat LoveFlight from LoveFaith and FearFor SamFlirt DemonFear DrivenFantasyFlying to YouForgottenFearFenceForgive MeFather--------P-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, adirection and acceptanceto know where I am goingor can do, need do or justthat I did it and nowam loved and appreciated.So family, and friendspeer and coworker.Am I doing well, good,with in limits and standardor just lost againwith no directionfront 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 biddingwhile 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 anddeaths calling for selfdestruction, so why even try.When it will end up all thesame, dead and dismembered.Or just not completed.Mike Adams2010--------P-Fantasy:Like a kiss,a hug,a tease,a laugh,a touch,a moan,a caress,a hold,bodies closer,touching moreand more,heat exchanged,kisses inflammed,cloths shedacross the room,and bodies entwined,fluids exchanged,saliva, and more,until in a heapthe bodies fallfrom a height of orgasm,into each other arms,looks shared,shamed sharedat the weaknessof the bodiesor the mindto hold the passions back,and the explosionthat comes.Mike Adams2003------P-Far Away:Oh far away is homefrom this land of sunshineand 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 dutyand honor and country, but for what?Who can know me like you dooh 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 thinI do travel with themand we know our calls,to hear the copters sweet songwhile 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 quandry,for she demands a heavy toll,of life and sometimes love.To I sit here in this placeso far from you,and dream of youone last time,as my other lady creeps onto me,dulling my sight, and mind,until all I feel is a strange coldin such a hot and damp place,so far from you my love,I hear her call, of deathssweet embrace I feel her lovingcaress, 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 youagain my lady love,other than in the wordsof 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 handsfor they are gone away,my feet can not move,my heart is slowing,and my brain is numb.I gasp from lungs gonefor you my lady loveand know your memorieswill lead me to a better place.Of this I know,I loved you then,and love you nowand for an eternityI shall love you still.I thank you for the timesand love, I have had from you,and the love I give to you,please do not cry,for it makes your mascari run,and you look so sadand then so funny,like a poor clown,it makes me grin tooand happy to have seen youin my minds eye once again..I shall see you again my dear,on judgement dayfor nothing can keep mefrom 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, bikes, and women slutty.With attitudes and fortitude, gunsand 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 onesto be shared with a bone girl shallowin her cosmos inspired looks and desiresbut a women strong and big, fat or justbig of bone, we care not, for she is real,not some goddess of paint and silicon,diets unnatural, locked in some abusivecycle of her own making and death inspiredlooks.We need a big fat biker bitch to comein here and give us love.. and reality..Big women, special and unique, not someartificial women of Esquire fame. She isnot some tall goddess untouchable, coldto the touch, lost in her drug inducedquest for thin, and deaths door of skeletalframe. She no clone, like so many modelsof fame, who look alike, think alike anddo things alike, like marching nazisin parade, off to their doom of drugsbingers, vomit and purges, until all is leftis some mindless zombie looking good or skeltal,but far from real, for her soul is goneto some pile of magazines high, but sheis dead, lost to the flashes of the lightsof Hollywood or New York. Me had hottieswith souls most foul and uglies with heartsof gold, and beautiful beyond comprehension,for they are real, nice, soft and delightfulof mind, body, taste and touch, love givenand returned, nice and gentle, with no demandsother than a cuddle, a touch an kind word and more.Mike Adams2006------P-FatherFather why you here,why you doing that,what you here for,why you touching me there,who are your friends,what is oil to dowith 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-FenceTwo men sitting on a fence,one gets off, and says,you coming or getting offfor your own destiny,but what ever you do,get off that damn fence.Mike Adams2004------P-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 pukeChronic 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 Adams2010sorry 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 and his kin to agony, long and hard.An agony bought with pain and lust, of love and wants given.But a price paid most dear. He crosses with a shuffle thisman of doom, as he walks to the ship, to know a new land andplace, for in his home he is no longer welcome. For forces havecome to force him out, starvation or flight is his options, heboards the ship, signs the manifest and sheet of servitudeindentured.For years will go by until he breaths free, his own airnot someone else's. To know not a master, but his own lifegained again with much agony and pain. And his question stillwill be, was she worth it, that buxom filly of women,Of a noble house, of a foreign land, of lips of red rose,of breasts of milky white. Of thighs long and lean,of garden shaved and dark, and lips both, moist and tonguelonging for his kiss and passions share, and lips wanting a manto make her women, to show her the pleasures of a man, a lover,and make her a women. With rivulets of blood at passions share,he took a women not of his class and race and she doomed himand his own for centuries, for it was found out through tonguesa wagging, he was forced to flee into the night and go to lands.Far and long away and know not the green hills of home never more.Mike Adams2003-------P-Flirt DemonDemon Women.A lithe lady,short and demonic,Tease me, please me,show me more, mount me,hump me, love me hard..Mike Adams2005-----P-Flying to You: He flies across the miles of oceanbetween them to his lady dearso far away in lands across the worldbut close to him in his heart.From the land of the ice and snowto the lands down under, he doesfly to her waiting arms, to kissand recreate the first time oncemore, to embrace with passionsafire, to know all that is to knowand to go for more, in passionsembraced they fly together,hand-in-hand, arm-in-arm, lips-to-lipsand tongues inflamed returnedin like by the other.Mike Adams1998(Dedicated to an Australian Lady other special ladies I have known July, 1998 & August 01, 1998)-----P-For A Lovely Women:Ah to behold her there, sitting under the tree,full of form and luciusous of body, but eyes sadand cold for the light is gone, but needs comfortand care, to inflame her passions once again..The man, dark and mysterious, stands behind her,enjoying her shoulders and form, wanting to holdher close, to feel her flesh to his, lips to lips,heart to heart, bodies entwined together..your cheeksare rose, skin white as snow.. eyes dark and brooding,but a spark lies there behind glasses thick, buthiding much of lust and passions that dareto 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 immortalform and frame can handle it full force.. the man knowshe can not know explore and have, for in the having,death and destruction ensues..Mike Adams2003For Isis------P-Muslim Women (For a)Your eyes liketwin beaconsin the darkness,guiding husbandto home and kidsto prayer, strongand stern, andlovely beyondall hope ofunderstanding..For a Muslim woman.Mike Adams2003For the picture of an Afghani women, and her eyes, and a Muslim lady I once met..---------P-For SamI 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 eyesand know the love there, shared as one, to feel your warmthand 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 massagesturns to kisses full and tongues entwined and hands rippingcloths off in a flurry of passions shared, as we fall to the bed,kissing, touching, screaming, moaning, exposed flesh and partstasted and touched.. and then, the garden wet is opened,soft and gentle, by hands and tongue, or just hands and memeber erect,it explores jsut 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 rythem at firtstbut with time and help it is faster, matching her time,joined as one like bolt to hole, nail to wood..Mike Adams199?Done from Sams point of view.------P-Forgive MeI scream to quiet stonesBut no reply for they are goneand long dead. Beyond my painanger and longing for theirforgiveness. 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.Mike Adms2009(still working on)-------P-Forgiveness 2012Oh to have itTo forget and move pastBe forgiven for sinsOf the pastAnd find peaceAcceptance andAbsolution, penance doneAnd finished, Mike Adams2012(03/05/2012 for now, more laters)I have more in some note book but ...)-------P-ForgottenStep by stepanother deathnot of life, butdreams, gonebut not forgottenMike Adams2005(Work in progress)-----P-Freak Dancing:Damn, I want to bend you over on the dance floor and freak thehell out of you!! to feel your hard ass in crotch, my cock hardand straining to not explode out of my pants, to feel your assup and down, shake and quiver.. and feel your sexy body next tomine.. to turn over and feel you hump me, leg up raised.. andshirt raised up to sow you are loving it.. to feel your naughtybody ride mine in that seat, me leaned back nice and calmexternally but far from it internally, as you hump the hell outof me.. tits giggling, nipples hard and erect.. God I want tokiss your lips, and pull yoru shirt off, and suck on yournipples, long and hard with teath ,tongue and lips.. can youride me, as I pull on your pig tails? can I see your backarched, and your ass sliding up and down my hard cock? can I seeyour nipples exposed to the air and my view?Mike Adams2005-------P-FreedomA wordA sayingA timeA placeA ChoiceFreedoman obligationa MissionA hungerA thing tohold on tountil the endgiven up onlywhen all choicesare exhaustedFreedom is far from free!Mike Adams2007-------P-Friendship:Friends, the dark days, the light day, the hard days,the nite times shared not out of lust, or desire, oreven vice and degradation but out of love, of companionsand times shared, love between two people, not of lust orsome base desire, but out of the need to be social, toshare moments, words, comments and vents or just hugs,and being there, to know others pains and help there,to see the pain in the others eyes and wish it gone,gone by sharing between two, not one alone.Mike Adams2005--------P-Friendship DarkYour a friendSo hit me hardBeat me andtreat me badhate me andlove me not.I want loveyou give me hateI want affectionyou stab me hardhurt me in waysmost sickSo I sit herealone and deadand wonderwhy this gunin my handand I just haveto think of youand know why.Mike Adams2005--------P-Frozen MichelleHair of white,but not her own,but lovely contractto the joy of her face,brows thinand tensive,over eyesalmond inshape and color,nose flat and cute,lips full andkissable,like ripefruits of hoursof love.. chinstrong andinviting for a kiss.Mike Adams2003For Frozen Michelle----------Copyright 1998 Mike Adams