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:P-Odd FactsP-Of Daggers and PensP-Others (The Song)P-Of LoveP-Of DramaP-Of Love and Hate P-Obsessive LoveP-Ode to Brides AssP-Of JillP-Of Love and HateP-Of LoversP-Of ThreeP-Of Why I CryP-Of YouthP-Old AgeP-OutcastP-Olumida (Lady Olumide)P-On Ruby WingsP-One Night of LoveP-Of YouP-Orphan LinesP-Others (Song)P-Outer Dark (The)P-Overclocked (work in progress, not started?)================P-Odd Facts 2016
To love or liveto see the toxicnature once againor walk away andknow not rehab orjail once againand lose not your freedomonce again, all due to asituation with alcoholand drama of love.
Mike2016--------------------------P-Of Daggers and PensThe agony, my heart, be stillmy beating bleeding heart,for the dagger she rams homeis one of pain, and agonymost dear, with death theresult.. the pain, oh the pain..Drive it home, oh sweatdagger of agony sharpand pain divine..Render my heart,with your pens aflame,show its true measure and fame,love it or leave it,but never forget it,for in the picture,much is said of my heart..In the renderingis the finding,to vision of my soul,laid bare for youto see, or othersin eternity.Mike2004-----P-Others (The Song)The song we all hear before we die,to face our fate, and our deeds doneor not done, promises given, somewe rose to, and some we denied,some we destroyed, and somethat was destroyed..Mike2005The song we all hear before we die, to face our fate, and our deeds done or not done, promises given, some we rose to, and some we denied, some we destroyed, and some was destroyed..------P-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 Adams1999P-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 DramaOh 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 Adams07/12/2004Thank you Michelle and others."If I wanted your drama, I would ..... "Wow, I needed the above I think.--------P-Of Love and Hate
Love and hateshall we debatehow, why, when andfor what reasons.or like war and peaceit happens, or can it beless done in haste andignorance, but more donein friendship long last lastingdeveloped slowly, so thatthe love is strong andno hate ensues, but lovelike peace, it lastsnever to be intruded onby war and all that it canlead to and end withbut hatred long and lasting?Unless all are goneand the peace of deathleaves all gone and nolove or even hate, for howto hate when yourdead and gone?
Mike2016
(done for a local poetry group).
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--------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--------P-Ode to Brides AssYES.. oh to know it, to see it,and touch it, hold it and feel it,to know it and lube it. to danceand know the feel of it and minetogether, in time to the musicsway and way and god I want to cum..Mike2005For brideofbaudelaire--------P-Of JillAh 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 themaround me, and I around her waist, dancing all nite long andfeeling joy together, like nothing ever ends..Oh Jill, to walk up that hill, to fetch the pail of love andknowing, and to walk down the path together, hold hand to hand,so not falling as we walk, finding the path to be smooth andwonderful, and just knowing.. to look face to face, and knowingnot the shell of living, but the spirit and energy of the sublime. Arm in arm, hand in hand, soul entwined, more than body but ofbeing.. 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 intohell, but joyful like heavens bliss. Toe first then ankle sweetand petite, then leg, ah to behold that limb, lithe and muscledfine, next the knee and hip and more..Ah to say more risks death from heart gone wild and dying from the thought of more..Commune, sweet communion, slow of breath, rising chest, brain calmin the breathing, lips quiver slow and open toeach breath slow.Chest rising, mind slowing and calm..Later Jill, I shall return to thy sweet embrace, and hear thywords slow and sweet and know thy mind, deep and probing, joinedas one, in the breathing of our bodies seperate but souls joined..Mike Adams2003For JillSnowball 1127--------P-Of LoversAh to look in eyes of light and seelove reflected back to another and toyou 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 backboth know what 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.Mike2003--------P-Of ThreeMany 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.Mike2003-------P-Of Why I Cry:Thou I am not sure why, when I see that wall of black stone, cutinto the earth so green, I have to cry, thou I did not march in thosebattles long ago, I did survive the time, and wondered how long will it goon? So in my times today, I sit, and remember, my own days of service andstill I think and wonder why I cry when I see the wall. I had no friend there,no buddies to remember and reflect on, but I do know I am glad thatthose I know, returned from that land far away, either service there or"visiting", or not having to go. So I sit here and cry, and wonder why, itaffect me so, so in the end, when I meet my end, will anyone remember meso, to lay a wreate, a flower, a medal or letter. I do hope so, so in theend, what is a man but memories of things we did, of friends who remember usor us of them. So in the end, friendship is saying good bye to friendsdeparted and remembering them and doing them justice for the time we spentwith them. 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 Youth (July 1998)Of youth, it is sucha time, a time of love,of life of exploringand such passionsstrong and new,each to be exploredand often shared.First love, first kiss,first time alonewith 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-------P-Old AgeOld Man sitting on a stoolhe is far from old in age butold in view of those aroundhim, 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 onesitting on that bench,old and grey, alone,his friends dead, longgone, no one to talk tono one to share times withor explore new thingsso he ages more fromattitude of othersthan of age of timeand we wonder whythe old man on the hillis brutal and unchangingterrifing and abusiveof the young, is it hewho left them, or theywho left him out, aloneand not wanted.Or his friends have theirlives, and wives, and childrenand jobs, and problemsbut care not for hisfor he is not marriedno kids in commonno thoughts in commonno wife and hopes long gonewho care for the old manthey call he wierdperverse and loserthey say they want a lovera friend, a being of trustof love, and honorbut they go for losersassholes and abusers.But come to him for talkand then back to their lives.Lives of abuse, of being usedof drama and plays untoldbut a friend stands besidethem thru it all, but willthey see him as more thana friend, no, for the age isfor the young, and the youngcare not for the oldthe old who remind themto much of death, of diseaseof loss, of pain and parents,some gone, some hated, somenever know. Of failuresof their own making,of lovers and husbandswho lie to them, cheat onthem, abuse them mind andfist, and children whotreat them like the age istreated, respect no way,love no way, caring no wayhow soon for the hometo lock you away like someold rag or memory longwanted gone. Memoriesof mistakes the oldshow you, I told ya so,and of themselves andof the child now adultsmisery and things toldto them but never listenedto until to late. Parentslong dead, forgottenlike yestersdays crapthat flushes down atoilet, gone to someplace far away, to moldand mildew and rotlike deaths true end.So be warned, you will beold one day.Mike2003--------P-OutcastOut 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 thive, forheld in darknessFuck them forthier selfish ways.Christ pity themfor what they areis what they fearworse of all.Just beingHuman!Mike2006-------P-OlumideLady hot, of body and of smile, hair dark and skin mysterious..oh she stands there, and I notice but she is there, for entrancedam I, by her smile, how it beams and affects all..Mike2005Forhttp://profiles.yahoo.com/seniorgirl_top--------P-On Ruby WingsOn 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-------Written for someone who wanted a poem:P-One Night of Love:Dear, one night was all we had.A night of bliss, of touchcuddles, fondles, and soulscoming together as one.But the in our passionwas tragedy for fate toreus apart, leavingwounds un-healing.Love, lust, desire andbonding is still here,nagging at me pushing meto share once more in waysno persons can stand.But we must stay apart.But in this is the tragedyyou are there and I am herewe know why we can not sharemore and it hurts, scars mysoul, and dooms me to knowingyou are there, I am herealways as one, joined as oneNever able to be one again.My bed it full but it isnot you, I wish it wasbut you know why.Does not mean I can notfantasize, wish, want,and desire, but in thisis the tragedy for itdims all around memakes all dull and grey.Going through the motionsof living and caring.A walking dead personbleeding slowly throughsmall wounds but deadly.Sapping the life from meMy soul dead and darkknowing it can be fulland alive once againbut no hope is theanswer and remedy.Night my love of anight and forever.Mike2008----------P-Of You (P-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-Orphan LinesWe 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.Mike2005------P-Others (The Song)The song we all hear before we die,to face our fate, and our deeds doneor not done, promises given, somewe rose to, and some we denied,some we destroyed, and somethat was destroyed..Mike2005The song we all hear before we die, to face our fate, and our deeds done or not done, promises given, some we rose to, and some we denied, some we destroyed, and some was destroyed..------P-The Outer DarkI ask, am I humanbut no reply for nonecan understand memy speech or ways.All are dumb tomy pleas and requestfor I am out of fazewith them allLost 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.1056 tues nov 20thMike Adams2012------P-Over Clocked (not completed?)Information overload,not only online but in life.Stressed out and burning outMike2017?More to come?--------Copyright 1998 Mike Adams