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B-Of Love 2022
PRINTED:_________
July 2022
INDEX:
Fat Love
Denied Love
Bitter Love
Windy Love
What is Love
True Love
Self Love
Self Abuse Love
Secret Lover
One Night of Love
Of Lovers
Of Love and Hate
Loves Pain
Flight From Love
Far Away
==========
P-Fat Love
(edited 2018)
We got pains
we deal with it,
how you ask?
Drink and drugs,
fast cars and bikes,
and women slutty.
With attitudes
and fortitude,
guns and platitudes,
looks in our eyes,
and fights in bars.
Who gives a fuck,
we do, but can't say it.
Pains we have, and needs,
and not ones to be shared
with a bone girl
shallow in her cosmos
inspired looks
and desires
but a women strong and big,
fat or just big of bone,
we care not,
for she is real,
not some goddess
of paint and silicon,
diets unnatural,
locked in some
abusive cycle of
her own making
and death inspired looks.
We need a big
fat biker bitch to come
in here and give us love..
and reality..
Big women, special and unique,
not some artificial women of Esquire fame.
She is not some tall goddess untouchable,
cold to the touch, lost in her drug induced
quest for thin, and deaths door of skeltal frame.
She no clone, like so many models of fame,
who look alike, think alike and do things alike,
like marching nazis in parade,
off to their doom of drugs bingers,
vomit and purges, until all is left
is some mindless zombie looking good or skeletal,
but far from real, for her soul is gone
to some pile of magazines high,
but she is dead, lost to the flashes of the
lights of Hollywood or new York.
Me had hotties with souls most foul
and uglies with hearts of gold,
and beautiful beyond comprehension,
for they are real, nice, soft
and delightful of mind, body, taste
and touch, love given and returned,
nice and gentle, with no demands other
than a cuddle, a touch an kind word and more.
Known hotties with souls of demons,
and big ladies with hearts of angels.
Mike
200?
far from complete?
--------------
P-Denied Love:
Time is fleeting, ever passing into the day ago.
Why do we hope for more than this I will never know.
Thou I do hope for more than this, for all I have is
hopes and a dream for more. than this mortal frame can
have, but in hope I find a purpose a direction, and
my dreams a reason to go on, day and day, hour and hour,
and on until one day my feet can move no more, falling
one in front of the other, and lay down and rest my
head on the gentle hills of home and dream of you my
lady love once more.
But until that time is here, I can not think of you for
the pain it brings to me, I can not think of your sweet
caress, the smell of your hair, and the feel of your body
next to mine, for the pain it brings, and to you as well.
I can not face you, face to face, eye to eye, for my heart
will flutter and fly into worlds of fantasy and illusion
beyond all reality and hope for peace, for all I want to
do is to behold you once again, but in this I have pledged
to never see you again, to talk to you, to know of what you
do, and why, so in my honor and my word I deny you totally,
no matter the pain and anguish, the loss and ending,
to try to extinguish the feelings you have enflamed in me,
but to no avail, so I deny you totally and blank you from my
totally from my mind.
For denying you for now is the only answer I know, and in this
I write these words to work it out and let others know of loss
of love and to hope for a better day when I can behold you in
all your loveliness and see the light in your eyes once again,
and hope it is for me you see, and for me you do shine with such
a light that the stars and sun are no match, but alas that day
will never come but in my mind and illusions. So this I pray
for all my days to just let it be, and forget you for now
and pray for another day.
Love Mike
Mike Adams
May 1998
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P-Bitter Love (What is Love)
Beat me, whip me, bite me,
love me, take me for a fool,
but never leave me,
for I will hunt you down
and feed on your bones and blood,
you bitch, you whore, abusive
of my love and affections,
drama is what you feed on,
not food and air.
To lay, or not to lay,
that is the question,
wether it is worth
the pain and agony
of enjoying her company,
or the blows of an
overly protective
boy friend..
Mike
2004
(not a good time in my love life, but it got better)
--------------
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 mundane things
of life..
Like a snore,
a breath and more..
Mike
200?
--------------
P-What is Love 2011
What is love,
pain and agony,
loss and depression,
desire and lust.
Or joy, and freedom,
friends and acceptance,
massage and touch,
squeezes and teases
A thought, a touch,
a squeeze, a tease,
a look, an emotion.
Or just Love
Mike
2005/2011
(working on more?)
--------------
P-True Love
What can be said of it,
true or illusion
life long dream or
just pain looking.
the sun lightens
me up or darkens
me like stygian night
so what is true love
pain or joy
death or life
all I know is
when I find it
I will know.
Mike Adams
2000
(let me know what ya think, first in a year)
--------------
P-Self Love 2014
Off my meds
cause male me
is in love with
female me
and I can not
stand to be
apart from her!
I Love myself
brings new meaning
to schitzophrnia?
Mike
2010?
Having fun..
--------------
P-Self Abuse Love
Love or longing
True or false
Depression or insanity
desire or fantasy
what can be said
it hurts in the end
for the love of another
is hardly known
let alone returned
so hopeless it is
but its real but
singular and alone
so in pain one goes away.
Abused by self once again
wanting, longing to be
loved, wanted, desired
but its all a dream
or just unrealisitic
Days, hours and more
spent in searching
but never finding true
lasting love, sex yes
and lust for an hour
or week but never
lasting.
For its all just a
fantasy of the mind
not shared or worse
they think you wierd
odd, crazy or threat
or for fun, someone
they can use and abuse
with no love returned
just abused.
Mike
2013
(still working on, and why I in part keep some at arm and beyond, or do not trust or
even just ignore all before or after meeting, for why abuse one self or be abused.
--------------
P-Secret Love 2014
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 lips
to have hands around your so full hips
to draw you near and I to you
to feel your breath on my shoulders
to feel your warmth next to mine
to have you feel my excitment rise
to meet you, to share a subtle moment
once again, to find our passions enflamed
once again, to join as one slowly and
gently, to feel my gift to you, inside
you once again, to slowly give it to
you and caress and bring you to the
heights of passion once again.
To know the mounds of your breasts
and the chocolate tips aroused from my
touch, to enter your lovely forest and
pacify the guardian with kisses
and teasing from my tongue
to give gift to you, slowly
entering the forest cave, and feel
the stream of the cave, flowing
from my gifts entrance.
To join in happy thrusting and
moving of mine and your hips
to a joyous rythem that only two
can share, to meet you thrust
with thrust, taste with taste,
touch with touch, to finally
feel you grip me with muscles taught
exploding from my loving.
To love you in oh so many way
sometimes slow, sometime fast
and often moving around like a
corkscrew matching your hips
for every movement, until we
explode together and share
the stuff of life together to
fall together in spent passions,
but not done yet, for love is more
than animal passions, but of loving
touches, caresses, and teasings.
Talking and gentle words exchanged
until finally we sleep together
in a single bed, arm in arm,
body joined to body, sweat
mingled and kisses covering all
we sleep the sleep of passions
end, but only for a time, for
we awake to hear our breaths
combined, and cuddles given
and nuzzles needed. We love
once more and another and anoter
until we can go no more,
and just lay there in each others
arms, exchausted but oh so happy
from the love we have shared
and the dream we have shared
and the hopes we have shared.
Your Secret Love
for now this is all I can give
you, but until we met, think of
me laying next to you and tell
me more of you and yours
so I may know them well,
so I may love you as you desire
and give you my all.
Love Mike
200?
--------------
P-One Night of Love:
Dear, one night was all we had.
A night of bliss, of touch
cuddles, fondles, and souls
coming together as one.
But the in our passion
was tragedy for fate tore
us apart, leaving
wounds un-healing.
Love, lust, desire and
bonding is still here,
nagging at me pushing me
to share once more in ways
no persons can stand.
But we must stay apart.
But in this is the tragedy
you are there and I am here
we know why we can not share
more and it hurts, scars my
soul, and dooms me to knowing
you are there, I am here
always as one, joined as one
Never able to be one again.
My bed it full but it is
not you, I wish it was
but you know why.
Does not mean I can not
fantasize, wish, want,
and desire, but in this
is the tragedy for it
dims all around me
makes all dull and grey.
Going through the motions
of living and caring.
A walking dead person
bleeding slowly through
small wounds but deadly.
Sapping the life from me
My soul dead and dark
knowing it can be full
and alive once again
but no hope is the
answer and remedy.
Night my love of a
night and forever.
Mike
2008
Written for someone who wanted a poem:
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P-Of Lovers
Ah to look in eyes of light and see
love reflected back to another and to
you my dear, my lady love I do scream
passions shared and bodies entwined
she walks through the door
her emotions are strong for him
he looks into her eyes
as she walks to him
she puts her arms around him
and he kisses her, passionately
she kisses him back
both know what is going to happen
they embrace each other lovingly
they know what is about to happen
Oh War, who is it good for?
A question asked by many.
What is it good for?
Economy I can ask?
Life, not likely.
Mike
2003
--------------
P-Of Love and Hate
Love and hate
shall we debate
how, why, when and
for what reasons.
or like war and peace
it happens, or can it be
less done in haste and
ignorance, but more done
in friendship long last lasting
developed slowly, so that
the love is strong and
no hate ensues, but love
like peace, it lasts
never to be intruded on
by war and all that it can
lead to and end with
but hatred long and lasting?
Unless all are gone
and the peace of death
leaves all gone and no
love or even hate, for how
to hate when your
dead and gone?
Mike
2016
(done for a local poetry group).
Looking for ... in Boise Idaho?
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P-OF LOVE:
Of love I know only her dark side,
the waiting, the longing the desire
and despair, hoping to meet my love,
of whom I know her not, but I will know
her when, to see her is to know my lady love,
the gentle love and not of the pain of love I
have felt so often past.
Mike Adams
1999
---------------
P-Loves Pain 2014
In sadness and despair
I do rise up from hells depth
to shine in skys bright
with hells fires light
to shed the anger and despair
and stand in the open air.
To throw off the chains
of death and pain
to give my all to God,
Lord and master of all
I do cry to the heavens
to release me from this
mortal bonds and let my
soul shine high into the sky
and bless all with the lights
of my eyes enflamed
by the pain and agony
and sins past left behind
the veil of love and peace,
of faith and love, trust
and join and find bliss
with my lover true.
Mike
2003
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P-Flight from Love:
Ah the man crosses the stage.
Exploring what is beyond.
he walks slowly, for he knows
the doom that awaits.
A doom that will damn him
and his kin to agony, long and hard.
An agony bought with pain and lust,
of love and wants given.
But a price paid most dear.
He crosses with a shuffle this man of doom,
as he walks to the ship,
to know a new land and place,
for in his home he is no longer welcome.
For forces have come to force him out,
starvation or flight is his options,
he boards the ship, signs the manifest
and sheet of servitude indentured.
For years will go by until he breaths free,
his own air not someone else's.
To know not a master, but his own life
gained again with much agony and pain.
And his question still will be,
was she worth it, that buxom filly of women,
Of a noble house, of a foreign land,
of lips of red rose, of breasts of milky white.
Of thighs long and lean, of garden shaved and dark,
and lips both, moist and tongue longing
for his kiss and passions shared,
and lips wanting a man to make her women,
to show her the pleasures of a man, a lover,
and make her a women. With rivulets
of blood at passions shared,
he took a woman not of his class and race
and she doomed him and his own for centuries,
for it was found out through tongues a wagging,
he was forced to flee into the night and go to lands.
Far and long away and know not
the green hills of home ever more.
Mike Adams
2003
(2014)
--------------
P-Far Away: (old?)
Oh far away is home from this land
of sunshine and jungles thick.
I dream of it on nights I can, of
home and the times we spent.
Oh how young we were once,
and the things we did
in springtime air,
to see you once again,
to rest my
head once more in your lap,
to smell your hair once again,
to know your caress once again,
but instead all
I know is duty and honor and country,
but for what?
Who can know me like you do,
oh dear lady love.
My friends here know me well,
for I have saved them,
and they have saved me many times..
But not as you do.
Thru thick and thin
I do travel with them
and we know our calls,
to hear the copters sweet song
while bullets buzz by,
to know the call for them is close,
and danger is so real,
death is our companion,
our lover and our friend.
To know her is to love her,
but in that love is the quandry,
for she demands a heavy toll,
of life and sometimes love.
So I sit here in this place
so far from you, and dream of you
one last time, as my other lady
creeps onto me, dulling my sight,
and mind, until all I feel is a strange
cold in such a hot and damp place,
so far from you my love,
I hear her call, of deaths sweet embrace.
I feel her loving caress,
so sweet but final, like a spring days ending.
Oh, to feel your hair, and knows its
scent one last time, but that is not
to be, for in my end,
I have one thought of you,
and the friends that I save this day,
for I know I shall not see you again
my lady love,
other than in the words
of my friends of this day,
this final day,
for I know them well,
for they shall tell you of my last day,
and last words were of you my lady dear,
so far and so close to me,
I reach for you,
but can not raise my hands
for they are gone away,
my feet can not move,
my heart is slowing, and my brain is numb.
I gasp from lungs gone for you
my lady love and know your memories
will lead me to a better place.
Of this I know, I loved you then, and love you now
and for an eternity I shall love you still.
I thank you for the times and love, I have had from you,
and the love I give to you, please do not cry,
for it makes your mascari run, and you look
so sad and then so funny, like a poor clown,
it makes me grin too and happy to have seen you
in my minds eye once again..
I shall see you again my dear, on judgment day,
for nothing can keep me from your side on that day.
My last words to you from your soldier far away.
Mike Adams
May 1998
Written for several.
==============
Mike Adams 2022
PRINTED:_________
July 2022
INDEX:
Fat Love
Denied Love
Bitter Love
Windy Love
What is Love
True Love
Self Love
Self Abuse Love
Secret Lover
One Night of Love
Of Lovers
Of Love and Hate
Loves Pain
Flight From Love
Far Away
==========
P-Fat Love
(edited 2018)
We got pains
we deal with it,
how you ask?
Drink and drugs,
fast cars and bikes,
and women slutty.
With attitudes
and fortitude,
guns and platitudes,
looks in our eyes,
and fights in bars.
Who gives a fuck,
we do, but can't say it.
Pains we have, and needs,
and not ones to be shared
with a bone girl
shallow in her cosmos
inspired looks
and desires
but a women strong and big,
fat or just big of bone,
we care not,
for she is real,
not some goddess
of paint and silicon,
diets unnatural,
locked in some
abusive cycle of
her own making
and death inspired looks.
We need a big
fat biker bitch to come
in here and give us love..
and reality..
Big women, special and unique,
not some artificial women of Esquire fame.
She is not some tall goddess untouchable,
cold to the touch, lost in her drug induced
quest for thin, and deaths door of skeltal frame.
She no clone, like so many models of fame,
who look alike, think alike and do things alike,
like marching nazis in parade,
off to their doom of drugs bingers,
vomit and purges, until all is left
is some mindless zombie looking good or skeletal,
but far from real, for her soul is gone
to some pile of magazines high,
but she is dead, lost to the flashes of the
lights of Hollywood or new York.
Me had hotties with souls most foul
and uglies with hearts of gold,
and beautiful beyond comprehension,
for they are real, nice, soft
and delightful of mind, body, taste
and touch, love given and returned,
nice and gentle, with no demands other
than a cuddle, a touch an kind word and more.
Known hotties with souls of demons,
and big ladies with hearts of angels.
Mike
200?
far from complete?
--------------
P-Denied Love:
Time is fleeting, ever passing into the day ago.
Why do we hope for more than this I will never know.
Thou I do hope for more than this, for all I have is
hopes and a dream for more. than this mortal frame can
have, but in hope I find a purpose a direction, and
my dreams a reason to go on, day and day, hour and hour,
and on until one day my feet can move no more, falling
one in front of the other, and lay down and rest my
head on the gentle hills of home and dream of you my
lady love once more.
But until that time is here, I can not think of you for
the pain it brings to me, I can not think of your sweet
caress, the smell of your hair, and the feel of your body
next to mine, for the pain it brings, and to you as well.
I can not face you, face to face, eye to eye, for my heart
will flutter and fly into worlds of fantasy and illusion
beyond all reality and hope for peace, for all I want to
do is to behold you once again, but in this I have pledged
to never see you again, to talk to you, to know of what you
do, and why, so in my honor and my word I deny you totally,
no matter the pain and anguish, the loss and ending,
to try to extinguish the feelings you have enflamed in me,
but to no avail, so I deny you totally and blank you from my
totally from my mind.
For denying you for now is the only answer I know, and in this
I write these words to work it out and let others know of loss
of love and to hope for a better day when I can behold you in
all your loveliness and see the light in your eyes once again,
and hope it is for me you see, and for me you do shine with such
a light that the stars and sun are no match, but alas that day
will never come but in my mind and illusions. So this I pray
for all my days to just let it be, and forget you for now
and pray for another day.
Love Mike
Mike Adams
May 1998
--------------
P-Bitter Love (What is Love)
Beat me, whip me, bite me,
love me, take me for a fool,
but never leave me,
for I will hunt you down
and feed on your bones and blood,
you bitch, you whore, abusive
of my love and affections,
drama is what you feed on,
not food and air.
To lay, or not to lay,
that is the question,
wether it is worth
the pain and agony
of enjoying her company,
or the blows of an
overly protective
boy friend..
Mike
2004
(not a good time in my love life, but it got better)
--------------
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 mundane things
of life..
Like a snore,
a breath and more..
Mike
200?
--------------
P-What is Love 2011
What is love,
pain and agony,
loss and depression,
desire and lust.
Or joy, and freedom,
friends and acceptance,
massage and touch,
squeezes and teases
A thought, a touch,
a squeeze, a tease,
a look, an emotion.
Or just Love
Mike
2005/2011
(working on more?)
--------------
P-True Love
What can be said of it,
true or illusion
life long dream or
just pain looking.
the sun lightens
me up or darkens
me like stygian night
so what is true love
pain or joy
death or life
all I know is
when I find it
I will know.
Mike Adams
2000
(let me know what ya think, first in a year)
--------------
P-Self Love 2014
Off my meds
cause male me
is in love with
female me
and I can not
stand to be
apart from her!
I Love myself
brings new meaning
to schitzophrnia?
Mike
2010?
Having fun..
--------------
P-Self Abuse Love
Love or longing
True or false
Depression or insanity
desire or fantasy
what can be said
it hurts in the end
for the love of another
is hardly known
let alone returned
so hopeless it is
but its real but
singular and alone
so in pain one goes away.
Abused by self once again
wanting, longing to be
loved, wanted, desired
but its all a dream
or just unrealisitic
Days, hours and more
spent in searching
but never finding true
lasting love, sex yes
and lust for an hour
or week but never
lasting.
For its all just a
fantasy of the mind
not shared or worse
they think you wierd
odd, crazy or threat
or for fun, someone
they can use and abuse
with no love returned
just abused.
Mike
2013
(still working on, and why I in part keep some at arm and beyond, or do not trust or
even just ignore all before or after meeting, for why abuse one self or be abused.
--------------
P-Secret Love 2014
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 lips
to have hands around your so full hips
to draw you near and I to you
to feel your breath on my shoulders
to feel your warmth next to mine
to have you feel my excitment rise
to meet you, to share a subtle moment
once again, to find our passions enflamed
once again, to join as one slowly and
gently, to feel my gift to you, inside
you once again, to slowly give it to
you and caress and bring you to the
heights of passion once again.
To know the mounds of your breasts
and the chocolate tips aroused from my
touch, to enter your lovely forest and
pacify the guardian with kisses
and teasing from my tongue
to give gift to you, slowly
entering the forest cave, and feel
the stream of the cave, flowing
from my gifts entrance.
To join in happy thrusting and
moving of mine and your hips
to a joyous rythem that only two
can share, to meet you thrust
with thrust, taste with taste,
touch with touch, to finally
feel you grip me with muscles taught
exploding from my loving.
To love you in oh so many way
sometimes slow, sometime fast
and often moving around like a
corkscrew matching your hips
for every movement, until we
explode together and share
the stuff of life together to
fall together in spent passions,
but not done yet, for love is more
than animal passions, but of loving
touches, caresses, and teasings.
Talking and gentle words exchanged
until finally we sleep together
in a single bed, arm in arm,
body joined to body, sweat
mingled and kisses covering all
we sleep the sleep of passions
end, but only for a time, for
we awake to hear our breaths
combined, and cuddles given
and nuzzles needed. We love
once more and another and anoter
until we can go no more,
and just lay there in each others
arms, exchausted but oh so happy
from the love we have shared
and the dream we have shared
and the hopes we have shared.
Your Secret Love
for now this is all I can give
you, but until we met, think of
me laying next to you and tell
me more of you and yours
so I may know them well,
so I may love you as you desire
and give you my all.
Love Mike
200?
--------------
P-One Night of Love:
Dear, one night was all we had.
A night of bliss, of touch
cuddles, fondles, and souls
coming together as one.
But the in our passion
was tragedy for fate tore
us apart, leaving
wounds un-healing.
Love, lust, desire and
bonding is still here,
nagging at me pushing me
to share once more in ways
no persons can stand.
But we must stay apart.
But in this is the tragedy
you are there and I am here
we know why we can not share
more and it hurts, scars my
soul, and dooms me to knowing
you are there, I am here
always as one, joined as one
Never able to be one again.
My bed it full but it is
not you, I wish it was
but you know why.
Does not mean I can not
fantasize, wish, want,
and desire, but in this
is the tragedy for it
dims all around me
makes all dull and grey.
Going through the motions
of living and caring.
A walking dead person
bleeding slowly through
small wounds but deadly.
Sapping the life from me
My soul dead and dark
knowing it can be full
and alive once again
but no hope is the
answer and remedy.
Night my love of a
night and forever.
Mike
2008
Written for someone who wanted a poem:
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P-Of Lovers
Ah to look in eyes of light and see
love reflected back to another and to
you my dear, my lady love I do scream
passions shared and bodies entwined
she walks through the door
her emotions are strong for him
he looks into her eyes
as she walks to him
she puts her arms around him
and he kisses her, passionately
she kisses him back
both know what is going to happen
they embrace each other lovingly
they know what is about to happen
Oh War, who is it good for?
A question asked by many.
What is it good for?
Economy I can ask?
Life, not likely.
Mike
2003
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P-Of Love and Hate
Love and hate
shall we debate
how, why, when and
for what reasons.
or like war and peace
it happens, or can it be
less done in haste and
ignorance, but more done
in friendship long last lasting
developed slowly, so that
the love is strong and
no hate ensues, but love
like peace, it lasts
never to be intruded on
by war and all that it can
lead to and end with
but hatred long and lasting?
Unless all are gone
and the peace of death
leaves all gone and no
love or even hate, for how
to hate when your
dead and gone?
Mike
2016
(done for a local poetry group).
Looking for ... in Boise Idaho?
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P-OF LOVE:
Of love I know only her dark side,
the waiting, the longing the desire
and despair, hoping to meet my love,
of whom I know her not, but I will know
her when, to see her is to know my lady love,
the gentle love and not of the pain of love I
have felt so often past.
Mike Adams
1999
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P-Loves Pain 2014
In sadness and despair
I do rise up from hells depth
to shine in skys bright
with hells fires light
to shed the anger and despair
and stand in the open air.
To throw off the chains
of death and pain
to give my all to God,
Lord and master of all
I do cry to the heavens
to release me from this
mortal bonds and let my
soul shine high into the sky
and bless all with the lights
of my eyes enflamed
by the pain and agony
and sins past left behind
the veil of love and peace,
of faith and love, trust
and join and find bliss
with my lover true.
Mike
2003
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P-Flight from Love:
Ah the man crosses the stage.
Exploring what is beyond.
he walks slowly, for he knows
the doom that awaits.
A doom that will damn him
and his kin to agony, long and hard.
An agony bought with pain and lust,
of love and wants given.
But a price paid most dear.
He crosses with a shuffle this man of doom,
as he walks to the ship,
to know a new land and place,
for in his home he is no longer welcome.
For forces have come to force him out,
starvation or flight is his options,
he boards the ship, signs the manifest
and sheet of servitude indentured.
For years will go by until he breaths free,
his own air not someone else's.
To know not a master, but his own life
gained again with much agony and pain.
And his question still will be,
was she worth it, that buxom filly of women,
Of a noble house, of a foreign land,
of lips of red rose, of breasts of milky white.
Of thighs long and lean, of garden shaved and dark,
and lips both, moist and tongue longing
for his kiss and passions shared,
and lips wanting a man to make her women,
to show her the pleasures of a man, a lover,
and make her a women. With rivulets
of blood at passions shared,
he took a woman not of his class and race
and she doomed him and his own for centuries,
for it was found out through tongues a wagging,
he was forced to flee into the night and go to lands.
Far and long away and know not
the green hills of home ever more.
Mike Adams
2003
(2014)
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P-Far Away: (old?)
Oh far away is home from this land
of sunshine and jungles thick.
I dream of it on nights I can, of
home and the times we spent.
Oh how young we were once,
and the things we did
in springtime air,
to see you once again,
to rest my
head once more in your lap,
to smell your hair once again,
to know your caress once again,
but instead all
I know is duty and honor and country,
but for what?
Who can know me like you do,
oh dear lady love.
My friends here know me well,
for I have saved them,
and they have saved me many times..
But not as you do.
Thru thick and thin
I do travel with them
and we know our calls,
to hear the copters sweet song
while bullets buzz by,
to know the call for them is close,
and danger is so real,
death is our companion,
our lover and our friend.
To know her is to love her,
but in that love is the quandry,
for she demands a heavy toll,
of life and sometimes love.
So I sit here in this place
so far from you, and dream of you
one last time, as my other lady
creeps onto me, dulling my sight,
and mind, until all I feel is a strange
cold in such a hot and damp place,
so far from you my love,
I hear her call, of deaths sweet embrace.
I feel her loving caress,
so sweet but final, like a spring days ending.
Oh, to feel your hair, and knows its
scent one last time, but that is not
to be, for in my end,
I have one thought of you,
and the friends that I save this day,
for I know I shall not see you again
my lady love,
other than in the words
of my friends of this day,
this final day,
for I know them well,
for they shall tell you of my last day,
and last words were of you my lady dear,
so far and so close to me,
I reach for you,
but can not raise my hands
for they are gone away,
my feet can not move,
my heart is slowing, and my brain is numb.
I gasp from lungs gone for you
my lady love and know your memories
will lead me to a better place.
Of this I know, I loved you then, and love you now
and for an eternity I shall love you still.
I thank you for the times and love, I have had from you,
and the love I give to you, please do not cry,
for it makes your mascari run, and you look
so sad and then so funny, like a poor clown,
it makes me grin too and happy to have seen you
in my minds eye once again..
I shall see you again my dear, on judgment day,
for nothing can keep me from your side on that day.
My last words to you from your soldier far away.
Mike Adams
May 1998
Written for several.
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