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:SaddamSaw YouScar on ScarSchool GlorySecret LoveSelfSemper Fi 2006?Sex for PeaceSex Rocks (Roxy Sexy)Shaka (Edit)Shakespeare OuttakesShameShannon (still working on)She is GoneShellina (Shelline)ShortyShut DownSink HoleSlashesSlashing thru the foeSleepSlut from Calais (?)Small Steps (same as Step by Step?)SnowSolitude from LoveSpanked 2010Step by Step (Small Steps?)Steps 12Sticks and StonesSuicideSundanceSunshineSurvivors GuiltSweet and ShySweet Lady----------P-SaddamA 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 forceIs 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 2003-------P-Saw YouI saw you there, and all was lost,for my heart rose to the heavens,and beyond, but fell into darkabandonment when I realized you hadanother already, and I could not beyours and you mine.Mike2005--------P-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--------Yes my dearest Secret Lover,I shall see what I can do for your hearts pleasure.MY SECRET LOVE:My dearest love, to see your face once again to 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 MikeMike Adamsc.2000--------P-Self:Drugs, AlcoholOr just dramaUnleased. 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?)------P-Semper Fi (2006):Semper Fi, do or dieI have to wonder whyI do this livingand 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!2006(For Ed Donovan, my Uncle - Semper Fidelis)-------P-Sex for PeaceI 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 eyes for love, and lust, to smile 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 lips entwined, bodies moving faster and faster, passions rising, cloths falling torn from passions shared..Bodies entwined 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 couple gone 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 sounds of two as one, going for broke, caring not who hears or what they hear, for all is the moment, the hands, the sweat, the bodies the fluids sprewing 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 busy to 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 and father unknown, for in this nite, many were shared in bliss and pleasures given freely, no violence here, but love and desire, passions 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-------P-Shaka (more around?) (complete or part of need to edit more I think?)hum, weird, well I should sleep, wanted so muchto 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 trumpof tarots many.. up and down, front and back.. all leads to the lover..Mike200?-------(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-ShameA poemA deedPermissionA knifeA swordA friendsSwift cutHead rollsAnd shameEnds, honorRestored andWitnessedSeppekuMike Adams2011------P-ShannonA beauty etherealtragic is historyloving and wantingloved and neededbut painful and painedBeauty elven, but painsdemonic and slashedtrust abused Mike2011(more can be said!)How to do a poem that will not hurt shannon and like.(P-Shannon (one exists or, it does exist just got to add it here? Found one but ...)-------P-Shantalto 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..Mike2011(For Kirby Shantal)-------P-She is GoneMan, lays downhead in handlife is goneshe is deadMike2005------P-ShellinaA 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..Mike Adams11/2004---------P-ShortyLike 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 browngold, eyes that sparkle with impish delight, nocse that ispure delight, mouth that speak of much, but smiles morethan many, that lights the darkness of my soul and sendmy heart to fluttering and joy I can not say how much it feels good.just that it does, teeth perfect and bright, chin that is there forkissing, neck that is bare to my eyes and kisses, would gofurther but strangely find 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 smile that lightens up this damn apartment.. darn,darkness of my soul descends as she leaves the room,her smile is gone, the sun as well, and all left is an emptychair, single and alone.. and so is me..Mike2004?--------P-ShutdownShut downOverdrawnTo MuchForgivenUnforgivenNothing leftall is deademotionsmindheartsoulall is numbshut downMike2006-----------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 slashdoneOne SlashTwo SlashThree SlashMore Marks onwrists deep andbloodyOne, 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 outMike Adams2005(Edited 06/04/05)------P-Slashing thru the FoeSlashing 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 singa Slaying song tonight.Mike Adams2005 (From like 1975 or so)(I had some help over the years, so to the unknown, thank you or damn you!)-------P-SleepSleep is calling me like a lover caress,crying for me to come and lay downmy head and pause but a while andfor hours there after until morningcomes and I awake to dawns light,and work..Mike2002-------- P-Slut from CalaisThere once was a slut from Calais, who for a quarter you could lay, shed wait in here room, playing with spoons, and humping the boys away.Mike2005---------P-SnowI 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, and brought it to me..To feel your eyes for the first time, to touch you for the first time, to feel our lips meet and explore, our tongues entwined as serpents, our hands meeting and exploring, our bodies moving in time to 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 know you want me as much as I for you, and know the smell of lust is thick in the air, as you slide a hand under my shirt and feel my chest and I pop a button from your blouse, followed by the rest as it slides up and over your arms, God your breasts are perfect, as you bra slides off, to my hands exploring, pop pop pop goes your bra, and all slides down, zipp goes my pants from your delicate and wanting hands..A yes that is my cock, and oh, yes, your nipples like 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 delight, warm and willing, trained and delicate, tongue a mistress of the pleasures of the flesh and penis explodes. 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 from expert hands..exposing a trimmed and pleasant garden, well watered by the passions flowing from it and to my fingers sliding past the gate of your lipes to spread the water of joy all around and find to my wanting lips and tongue your nub of joy and 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-Solitude From Love:Love, for what sake,to find and lose, ornever love, but wantand forsake, for everalone or wish solitude? Mike------P-SpankedSo 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---------P-Step by StepStep, 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 12Out 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 Adams2011Dedicated to a mother or father who fell down and then stood up, paid a price and now ...------P-Sticks and StonesSticks and stones, bones break,hair pulled, love lost, death ofinnocence, Love of one, of joyand life shared turns to helland damnation(more coming)Mike Adams07/12/04------P-Suicide:So she cheated on you,gave you an incurable diseaseEmptied 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--------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 lvoed 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(some where is the note book I wrote the rest in, green pages)-----P-Sweet LadyNite 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 ------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----------Copyright 1998 Mike AdamsEXTRAs and DUPLICATES:------P-Saw YouI saw you there, and all was lost,for my heart rose to the heavens,and beyond, but fell into darkabandonment when I realized you hadanother already, and I could not beyours and you mine.Mike2005------P-Slashes (editing):One slashtwo slash,three slashmore,four slashfive slashsix slashdoneOne SlashTwo SlashThree SlashMoreMarks on wristsdeep and bloodyOne, two, threewhy can't I dieWhat keeps mehere Up down,side to side razor,knife, can or otherobject sharp willdo I am numbplease make it stopthe pain what painnot the slasheddeep or superficialbut the pain behindthat I wish to showto bring out dig outand let out and setfree NOW.Mike Adams------P-Sleep:Sleep is calling me like a lover caress,crying for me to come and lay downmy head and pause but a while andfor hours there after until morningcomes and I awake to dawns light,and work..Mike2002------P-Step by StepStep, step, step, but I look back and can not see the steps,and know where I came from or where I am going, but yes,the steps are to big, to grand, and grandious no vision thatgoes back into that fog behind, that far to see how far theyare apart, so I step smaller steps still as I step, and lookI can not see them all, no joy in the seeing of them for theyare still not there in my minds eye.So smaller steps and on and on, and finally I find that justa small step, more a shuffle is what I need so I can seeof how I bleed or how I go from place to place, lost, butnow I am found for in the steps small, I see where I am going,where I have been and can find joy in knowing that I havestepped at all. And know, I am completing things doingthings, making steps to improve my lot in life that I am notwalking in a fog or a bog of sand holding me fast but in alane of my own creation into the future, and the promiseof completion, of happiness in the doing, and knowing,of organized thoughts and dreams not lost in the morasof my own mind and home, but links I can see now, visionsof things I have done and measure in my minds eyeand memory now fast.Mike Adams2004------P-Sweet LadyNite 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 --------------P-Step by Step (Smalls?)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 morose 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-Slashes (editing):One slash two slash three slash more four slash ive slash six slash doneOne Slash Two Slash Three Slash More Marks on wrists deep and bloodyOne, two, three why can't I die What keeps me here Up down, side to siderazor, knife, can or other object sharp will do I am numb please make it stopthe pain what pain not the slashed deep or superficial but the pain behindthat I wish to show to bring out dig out and let out and set free NOW.Mike200?--------P-Shakespeare OuttakesHamlet my man, how best to say it, to sit there, or be rising up and kill the bitches who took your women and freedom dearOh Ophelia, let down our bitchin locks let me climb and bone you hard my baby fair..Romeo you dog, were the hell are you, for my mothers a cow, my fathers on crack and selling hard, and you are all I want Nigga..Yo Dog, whats up, to piss or not to piss that is the damn question, should you sit there, in a toilet of trouble, or rise up and cap his ass?Mike-------Copyright Mike Adams 1998