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:TabithaTaraThe ChaseThe Color PurpleThe CourseThe Dichotomy and Oxymoronic Nature of FearThe Fallen (Find? Found?)The FourThe Grail (Grail)The WallThe WordThereThey are GoneThinking of YouThree (Of Three?)Tick no TockTinkle Tinkle Little PrickTo BeTo LayTo see your Jenny CryTok WhoreTrue LoveTrust MeTupocTweakers Love and HumorTwo as One (unfinished) Find?-----P-TabithaA tab in time,a love of a nightbut love alrighta moment of timetogether and lovedbut it endedbut will be foreverin my minds eyesA tab in time,a time of tabs.marked and knownMiss my Tabbut now ina folderwith a tab on topfiled away foreverand a day, andnow gone, archived.Mike Adams2012------P-TaraHow 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 ChaseTo love you, let me count the ways,to be loved, wanted, needed, desired,and had, to be chases and taken downand held down like an animal, and loved,slow and easy, or fast and hard..Mike2005-------P-THE COLOR PURPLE 2016:The birdssome noblesome not.some majesticor just thinkthey desiremuch more.Big and smallthink they are nobleas purple majesticBut what is noble?A thoughta dreaman idealor just a birthfortunateand often asinineexpecting muchand more butdeserving littlebut the normal.But all is just acolor, a thoughtand ideals and classor just a squirtfrom a molluskfrom the coastPhoenesiafrom times ancientand springof existenceor tourist andmercantileCloth spreadacross the oceanexpensive butjust ink purplebut it definesthem all?Mike Adams201?Mike Adamsabrigon@gmail.comLooking for ... in Boise Idaho?------P-THE COURSE: Man Walks,Man Sees,Man Falls,Man in Love,Man be Drunk. She is Gone. Man is Lost. Where is he now? Aloneand gone. Mike2007?-------P-The Dichotomy and Oxymoronic Nature of FearTo fear or be afraidAfraid of what, and why?Of just the situation fearfulOr to be seen afraidor as less than human?Mike2016-----P-The Fallen 2011The idea to talk about the fallen ones,those who had promise in life,but some how got lost along the wayand fell into alcohol, drug abuse,prostitution, murder and death.Mike2016?(possible poem or collection of them?)------P-The FourThese 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 WallI 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 Ibetter than they, for livingand not dying to be put there,and left to the worlds view,to be seen and know,what price did they payfor fame on a wall, and Ifor life living with out fame,but glad to be living, my wife,my kids, my friends I have many.Mike2004------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! MikeAlaska2009----------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 myfeelins 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-Three Steps (3 Steps)One steptwo stepthree stepflooror doora choice is madeup and outor stay in bedand lazyOr to the floorbut up and out wegoMikeAlaska2013-------------P-Tick no Tock 2017Tick tick tickbut no tockfor the tick is theyes, I seebut the tock isto do and acton that tickBut tick becomestick or pause andthought lost and not tock.Mike2017-----P-Tinkle (adult nature) (Tinkle Tinkle Little Prick)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 worth the pain and agonyof enjoying her company, or the blowsof an overly protective boy friend..To lay or not to lay, that is the question,to do her, or not to, to risk death fromboyfriend jealous, or not care and just do it.2005?(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 than winters,shes got her fathers eyes,so why you come back johnnyto see your jenny cry.Mike Adamsvarious 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 WhoreThere 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 toke.2005-----P-True LoveWhat 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 MeYour goneyou cameand wentand wonderwhy I sit herein a stuporwanting todie, and knowingnothing but fearScared to askfor help forwho to trust.When ownself is untrustworthy!Mike200?(2010)(The fun of trust issues, not only in relationships but many more, still exploring.)-----P-Tupoc (more commentary than poetry)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 sociopathwho 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 orderout of violence for its own reasons, so some wiggergangsta wanna bees can feel SPECIAL..How many sports stars go back to the hoodand help clean it up, to help change peoples ideaof what black is about?Mike200?-----P-Tweekers Love and Humoroh lady of the cam, how I wish I was there,to bask in your humors lite, to know how lovelythe site of you, and know first hand your humorand love of it.. To tell a joke and see your facelight up, to know it was for you I told it for,and not for another, to see you brighten upthe day, with whit and whim, jest and humor dear..Ah dear lady, to behold you in your lovelynaked self, to caress your neck with teeth and lips,to taste each inch with tongue, slowand gentle, to taste the skin, soft and sweet,to feel the lust slowly build, to hold you close,and see your eyes, to fel you hands on me,and mine on you, to hold you close, dancing slow and gentle,to taste you more with lips combined,tongues entwined, building our mutual lust, with hands exploring,looks of lust and joy at our meeting,bodies moving in time to the music erotic, feelingthings rise at the feeling of you near. ah yourneck, tastes devine, like wine of passions sweat..sweet combining as our bodies are closer, withcloths thrown about with out a care. who caresabout cloths, when two wish to be one, to sharepassioned longing, to taste and share, not justbodies, but minds and souls, to become one wherewe find our selves..Sorry.. you look to nice to be seen as an objectof lust.. more like someone to hold close andjust enjoy the company, of your warmth and smile.. Someone to see across a room and know, she is there,and I am here, and we are friends for ever more,married or just sharing time and space..Love your elven eyes.. how they sweep backfrom your nose, in a delightful curve.. hard to explain..your lips red, and kissable, your nose,so missed, your ears to be touch and things saidto them, soft and gentle.. your teeth so much yoursmile, lights the darkness of the soul, and showsthe beauty of the humor of your being..Things said that only lovers share, of bliss shared,and words of love and passions wanted, but never done,for the distance is great, and how to share it togetheras one, is the irony of life and tragedy of themoment and times cruel pains..Mike2004-----P-Two as One:One aloneTwo togetherThree is dramaOne as oneTwo as oneThree conflictOr justinterestingMike201?Unfinished or ??-----Copyright Mike Adams 1998