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:PaigePain MaximumParty Girl (Incomplete for now)PeacePeace or PiecePiecesPimp BillPity MePleasePoems of a Woman (?)Poets NeedsPretty Power (?) Exists?Pull the Trigger---------P-PaigeTwo 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 MaximumBeat meNothingWhip MeStill NothingI know you aredoing it, butI feel it naughtfor all I am in painI nothing elsePain maxed out.2006-----P-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 lost and children homeless,the refugees wandering from here to there,not knowing any peace, for war is all theyknow and the death of self, of culture andof peace.Mike2005------P-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 someMike 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. Mike2008------P-Pimp BillThere once was a pimp named bill,who has all his whores at will,they gave him a blowas well as some snow,and got Hillary alongfor the ride.Mike2005For President Bill Clinton, only in the US can an enemy agent become President-------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 wallowin 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 choicing. Mikw2009 (still working on, so may rewrite it but will see).--------Work in Progress: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 WomenYou 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 ligth of your smile, to bathe inthe brezze of your sense, from far and close,intimate and passionate..Mike2004For nanner_bubblez_n_monkeyz-------P-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. Mike2005------P-Pretty PowerAbout why people elect presidents, pretty and partyPretty in PowerLeather or LaceMike2016?------P-Pull the TriggerPull 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 painSo 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)-----Copyright 1998 Mike Adams