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:Walk TogetherWe are Borg (I am Borg)WellWhat is a ManWhat is LoveWhat Woman Want?Whore from Killarnie (Killarney)Whore LimerickWind CryWindy LoveWinterWomen of HindWomen of My IllusionsWorkWorking Poem (Work in progress or)WormsWould you Kiss?Wind Cleaning-----------------P-Walk Together we shall walk the road together,and hold each other up as we walkhand in hand, arm in arm, stridein stride, keeping each other happy,well and strong. Mike 2008(not complete?) (And Alive!)--------P-We ARE BORG (I am)Alive but deadMind goneresistance lostburned outlost and givenup to the massesof the pastand socialpressuresor just forcedout forgottenfor sanityor just numb.Now justwe are borgand you willbe soon joinedin our unionof mindlessthoughtlesssoul less beingscollectiveand all dreamsdead, with ourjoined dreamover allall well belike us, nofreedom, orseperate thoughtfor choiceburned outfrom the bodytotal, all joinedas cells of thebody collected.Who you wasis now US!Mike2009--------P-WellI am well as well..but like to exploreyour well and findways to bring it forth,to suck on it and bringhappiness to you and yoursby the sucking of your well,the water and dip my tongueand fingers deep inside itand bring forth a paradise,a bliss, a heaven on earthby the tasting, or just drinking?Mike2005-------P-What is a Man?What is a man a being of flesh and blood heart and sinewbut also of feelings some hard and painful some soft andpassionate some teasing like twilight some so real it is fearsomeWhat can be said of a man but of life and death happiness,and pain joys many, pains untold but in the middle is the answerto all for to much of one or the other leads to depression or insanity.Mike2001--------P-What is Love:What is love,pain and agony,loss and depression,desire and lust.Or joy, and freedom,friends and acceptance,massage and touch,squuezes and teezesA thought, a touch,a squeeze, a tease,a look, an emotion.Or just painunending.Mike2005-------P-Whore From KillarnieThere once was a whore from Killarnie,who could be had for but a farthing,she dropped her pants low,and spread her ass so, and gotall the boys in the county..Mike Adams2004/2011--------P-Whore Limerick (Horror).There once was an old whore,made sure life was never a bore,she laid her pus out,and got a good bit,and had you all by the score..Mike Adams2005Edited 10/10/05-------P-Wind Cryoh shall I walk thru the valley of death with out a peak at the gardenof delights that is your mountains of your desire, capped with nipplesbrown like kisses from heaven, an ass that only a god could behold andstay sane, and a garden of rare delights to please the senses, of touch,smell and feel, for it is newly washed in a sea breeze delight of saltand water, and done just right..ah my sweet lady of lovely eyes and thighs, can not a man have a finalnight of bliss in our eyes, and arms and thighs explored, a nite beforemy death on some foreign shore?Shall you give me your precious love, to keep a man alive, and sane asbomb burst, men die and danger to many to name assault me, until cancome home to you, I pray a whole man, to give you what I can nottoday, or shall I have it now?ah colleen, my sweet colleen, give me your garters, linen and lace andlet me explore the garden of delight tonight, or face death.Onto the wind I do cry, why shall I stand here in the dark, who was itthat damned me here, who shall I say and scream to release me fromthis prison dark? But it was I who doomed me here, so who shall I blamefor my death and damnation? Myself is who I cry to, and scream tome your precious love, to keep a man alive, who shall I say and screamto release me from this prison dark? But it was I who doomed me here,so only I shall retrieve my soul and dignity from this pit of despair.Mike Adams2003------P-Windy Love:A front as in how lovely you are in total, the whole you..A face is just a face, but it is just one part of a whole being,the site of a face leads to the front and down, and then around,then to touches and tastes and smells of delight..Not only of neck, but hair, of lips, of common things,and often sounds of passions shared, and times spent sleeping together in a bed together and seeing the mundanethings of life.. Like a snore, a breath and more..Mike Adams200?---------P-WinterFall or Winter, or the joy of the snow,ot the moon hitting the crusted snow,the wind blowing across the snow andinto the darkness, as the moon cascadesacross the snow, lighting the snow up inlittle bits of moon light.. I know I havean image of a nite, I went to go out andtake a piss. it was like -20F, and I waswearing nothing but my pants, I exited thetent, barefoot and the moon was full, thewind was warming, the snow was crusted,and I was captured by the moment..yes, amazing how things can be, you see themoment and the coldness of the temperatrejust goes away.. well, the sky flying acrossthe nite, the stars out, and the lights flickerand flow across the nite sky, like being underwater was seeing the surface..Dec 2005Mike Adams--------P-Woman of HindBefore me a lady of Hind,who stands before mein all her radiance, not onlyof body and face, lovelyas a goddess bright, but a women of grace,and stature, of wordsand sounds, many untoldto be said, but many tounderstand.. many to leadother into the light, notof darkness ignorance and hate,but of love, and knowledge tiedto one another in the words thoughdifferent, all tied as one..Mike Adams2008?-------P-Women of My Illusionsoh.. sorry.. well, dear from what I remember,you are poetry, to my mind, a lovely beingof face, hair, eyes and neck, body and mind,soul and sexy in a whole way, an illusion ofmy diluted mind, the hope of a greater thing,that disapates with the mornings sun..Mike2005-------P-WorkWork, I damn thee to the abyss, I deny you,I spurn you and drive you from my mind and body,taint not my spirit with your foul stench, I say to youWork, go and not bother me and mine, no more..Mike Adams2005--------P-Working Poem(working on ideas)--------P-Working TogetherTogether as oneor groups of onesworking togetherbut why together?Mutual needs orexpected or forced to?Mutual needsor working for the samecompany or organizationor even cause?Why work together?Same cause or missionor enemy or adversary?Family or chance meeting?And situation?Sinking ship or party politicalor even church?War, or peace?Life and death?All suffering the sameor just locationis the same?But all togetherworking or playingtogether as one.Or just groups ofones, for the same?Purpose and means?Prison or unit?Or accident shared?Of either worktogether or dieseparete.Mike2017I might write and add and edit more laters.. For a local Boise Anthology.--------P-Wormsah worms, you crawl in and out,eat me slow and fast, heat mycarcass inside and out andanimate me now to say things dead..Mike2005---------P-Wind Cleaning:Oh the storm, it rages and rages.but the feel of freedom of flying,as it hits the body and mind,whirl winds of force, and energy,removing the dust and dirt from my mind,soul and past, until the rain comesand washing it all away, and greensprouts up and all is livingand loving, lush and happy..Storm strike me numb and speechless,and focused on the wind slicing throughmy body, or rising it up like a wing.and feeling it clean out the past,the pains, angers and hurts,or just the moment of the storm,the winds..Yes or dust out of your miNd and past..Whirlwinds of dust devils cleaning outthe dusty streets of your mind..Until the rain comes and all is green,lush and living.. warm..Ah the warm winds, hit me hard and fastI want to fly and rise to the heavensand away from this mortal worldto lands unknown and wildto feel free and ride the windhair thrown back, winds whippingaround my body, fore force of theenergy on my body, electric.Mike Adams2011---------------------Copyright 1998 Mike Adams