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PC-DEAD EYES
INDEX:
DEAD EYES
DREAM DEAD
PIECES
CELL (MY)
MY DENIAL
MORGOTI (EDIT?)
MORRIGEN
ABANDONED
OUTCAST
-------------------------
P-Dead Eyes
Eyes stare back
they are dead
and black, no life
there, but memories
Memories of
the time I saw
them last.
And what we
was to do
and said
and dreamed.
They did it to
themselves, but
what of us
the survivors?
Those who live
past the moment
of their death
Be it accident
or stupidity
or suicide
Those eyes stare
back and I
forget all
and nothing.
So I cry
and other
as well for
memories gone
but remembered
but not up front
but behind
the mask
we put up
hope it will
stay there
but our
makeup runs
and the pain
comes through.
Dinner anyone?
Mike
2006
Wierd how the death of someone, will haunt you for years. For Eugene Dalilak, Everett Dick, Bon Tate, Karen, Karl and others I still find hard to remember,
or name, or even remember their names, but one day the pain will back to the game, and we can deal with things.
---
P-Dream Dead
A man, a women
A dream, a child
born of both
shared together.
A dream or just
fantasy illusion.
Mike
2009
-------
P-Pieces:
Piece by piece
part by part
each memory a
part of a whole
a whole that is
falling apart
each time to think
of someone lost
A part gone
to the dark
a dark of alone
alone in the dark
all gone once known
now gone into the
dark of ...
just gone. Barely
remembered now, but
once a life loved.
But now just pieces
fragments of a whole
that was loved
known and missed
slowly going
going gone into
the darkness of
I am not sure
just gone.
Missed and cold
cold and apart
from the whole
of us, friends
lovers, or just
family but all
missed. some
longed for, loved
lusted after
or just smiles
lost to time
and memories
short and cloudy.
Things once intense
dull with time
but some nagging
on, obsessive
in intensity
unable to let
it go, even for
a dangerous price
of all else paling
into nothingness.
Pieces falling from
another life, until
all that is left
is the memories
the pain and
emptiness of life,
all sacrificed
to the pain of the
fallen and gone.
Forced out, cast
out, all others
fall aside the way
for nothing is
so bright as the
darkness of regret
and guilt un-let.
Un-let go, and known
for what it is?
Guilt for deeds
done or not done
people saved or
unsaved, or let go?
Or just wandered
away, into the grey
Where did they go?
Closure for some,
Wondering for others
But many just wandered
away and disapeared
and all is left is
fragmented memories
pieces falling apart
by the second until
what is left but
pieces of a broken
man, on the floor.
Alone in the dark
Wondering who they
was, and why I hurt
But what of them
where they go
what pains do they
have and left.
Mike
2008
------
P-Cell: (My Cell)
Cell dark but warm
door locked and tight
locked in my room
not by bars iron
but mental pain
and fear insecure
my room refuge
or prison, self made
or forced by fear
and anger of others
I am not sure.
but here I sit
before the light
and portal to
the world
locked in its grasp
tight and unable
to move or leave
so I am locked
in my cell.
No way out
or just no steps
to get there.
Mike Adams
2010
--------
P-My Denial
First I deny my love
then my dreams
then my hope
then myself
what will I have left?
Nothing but my denial
to keep me warm.
Mike Adams
1998
----
P-Morgoti:
A horse alive but dead a rider riding slumped
over, over a plain of skulls and dead strewn
around, or semblance of life is all you see..
Rider comes closer and you see the horse is
not living but not dead, but someplace in
between or parody of life it stands there
with rider, sitting rider with eyes dead
and lost, lost to the now, and the past,
or even future for each is just living.
Living a life that is not living, he knows
the pain of loss, not only life but of faith,
alone he stands, but not alone, for he is
crawliny with life but not life, small and
nimble they are, they keep him alive even
when he no longer wishes to live.
Dead many times, some he remembers some he
forgets for the remembering is pain, to forget,
the only cure, or solution, as much as he feels
anything any more for his humanity was gone
long ago, how long no one knows for he has
lost the wish to keep time, just that this is
the now and he wishes to be dead to it, but can
not die, for they keep him alive if you can
call being more machine than man, living. Not
obvious, but they are there.
You look in his eyes, and all is dead, but
replaced by nothing for what is a man with out
hope, dreams and desires, emotions and the will
to live?
You look around and all that seems normal is not,
you realize with a start the trees, bushes and
animals all are dead, or some pale semblance of
life, for all are imperfect copies made for the
rider but he no longer cares, it is just there,
they just exist and he cares not.
No one else is here for all died ages ago, in some
thing the man knows of but not telling but knowing
is madness as it is for he was the one who brought
it about, in his pride, ignorance or just plain
stupidity he let it go and all died from it, for
all was consumed by it what it is is, all you need
to see around to know but you can not see for you
are not really here? or he is killing you eating
your soul draining your life but he knows not is not
conscious of it, for he no longer wants to know,
blocked from his mind and memories is your passing,
only that he keeps going not that he wants to keep
going but he plods one foot in front of the other,
or on the horse being he rides to the next victim,
for he has died many times to be taken back to
living for they will not let his body die even if
his soul died an age ago.
Mike
2005
-------
P-Morrigen
Morrigen, avenge me, she screams,
with last breath, save me from this
demon made flesh. a mortal man,
whose hate for me is most foul?
What did I do to deserve this I ask
of him with no reply, for he has none..
Save me and mine from the torment
he brings to us, the lost child, the lost love,
the dead who scream in agony.
The living lost in death, for not knowing,
are they dead, in torment, or what?
Morrigen a women tall and dark, hair
and visage, like a raven intent on pray,
she stalks her prey, those far from innocent
stalks, not a innocent one, but pray most foul.
Morrigen like a goddess, a women dark of hair
and visage. like a raven tall and strong, with eyes
that pierce the darkness.. To bring the unknown
guilty to the light of truth, with mind and spirit.
Knowledge and cunning, wisdom and persistance,
to give the victims peace, their families hope,
and those affected a sense of closure.
Morrigen we cry to drive the demons away,
not ones of spirit and nature biblical, but ones
most foul and mortal.. Mortal ones, who prey and
hide, who slither in the darkness, who rise up
and slaughter, hurt and maim, driving those who
protect to madness.. Madness of frustration of egos
crossed and battered minds, so to Morgan we fly
to find the guy, or who she is, what they know
and feel, to profile them and draw the shades
from the abyss of ignorance, and bring them to
the light, of truth, and justice, most swift.
To burn them in holy light. by hells fire and drive
them from our mind and fears, to draw away
the anger, and pain and agony of their victims,
give them peace of knowing they can walk
the streets and by ways, to love again, to touch
again, to feel again, and breath deeply and feel
not danger at every step.
And just feel safe
Mike Adams
2005
(2006)
For a buddy.. Find who he or she is, and bring them to justice, please..
Morrigen was three women, ravens.. Chooser of the slain, the worthy..
it is okay my dear warrior one of the three, chooser of the slain and warrior of blood. of the Morrrigan..
----------
P-Abandoned
Feeling abandoned, neglected,
not wanted, no one have patience
to be with you, to teach you and
help you along, and you help
them as well.
Alone, left behind, not wanted
How to feel anything more
When you trust no one
Least of all yourself.
Mike
2006?
-----
P-Outcast
Out cast or
walked out?
Forced out
or just never
part?
Human or
more or less
how to ask or
know what.
Walking alone
down the hiway
of life, single
never part
or never welcome
Who can say.
For he is long
gone and silent
but none notice
for they never
know who he was
or even that he
existed or just
another wall flower.
Left to rott in the
summer sun, or
never thive, for
held in darkness
Fuck them for
thier selfish ways.
Christ pity them
for what they are
is what they fear
worse of all.
Just being
Human!
Mike
2006
-------
1998 Copyright Mike Adams
--
INDEX:
DEAD EYES
DREAM DEAD
PIECES
CELL (MY)
MY DENIAL
MORGOTI (EDIT?)
MORRIGEN
ABANDONED
OUTCAST
-------------------------
P-Dead Eyes
Eyes stare back
they are dead
and black, no life
there, but memories
Memories of
the time I saw
them last.
And what we
was to do
and said
and dreamed.
They did it to
themselves, but
what of us
the survivors?
Those who live
past the moment
of their death
Be it accident
or stupidity
or suicide
Those eyes stare
back and I
forget all
and nothing.
So I cry
and other
as well for
memories gone
but remembered
but not up front
but behind
the mask
we put up
hope it will
stay there
but our
makeup runs
and the pain
comes through.
Dinner anyone?
Mike
2006
Wierd how the death of someone, will haunt you for years. For Eugene Dalilak, Everett Dick, Bon Tate, Karen, Karl and others I still find hard to remember,
or name, or even remember their names, but one day the pain will back to the game, and we can deal with things.
---
P-Dream Dead
A man, a women
A dream, a child
born of both
shared together.
A dream or just
fantasy illusion.
Mike
2009
-------
P-Pieces:
Piece by piece
part by part
each memory a
part of a whole
a whole that is
falling apart
each time to think
of someone lost
A part gone
to the dark
a dark of alone
alone in the dark
all gone once known
now gone into the
dark of ...
just gone. Barely
remembered now, but
once a life loved.
But now just pieces
fragments of a whole
that was loved
known and missed
slowly going
going gone into
the darkness of
I am not sure
just gone.
Missed and cold
cold and apart
from the whole
of us, friends
lovers, or just
family but all
missed. some
longed for, loved
lusted after
or just smiles
lost to time
and memories
short and cloudy.
Things once intense
dull with time
but some nagging
on, obsessive
in intensity
unable to let
it go, even for
a dangerous price
of all else paling
into nothingness.
Pieces falling from
another life, until
all that is left
is the memories
the pain and
emptiness of life,
all sacrificed
to the pain of the
fallen and gone.
Forced out, cast
out, all others
fall aside the way
for nothing is
so bright as the
darkness of regret
and guilt un-let.
Un-let go, and known
for what it is?
Guilt for deeds
done or not done
people saved or
unsaved, or let go?
Or just wandered
away, into the grey
Where did they go?
Closure for some,
Wondering for others
But many just wandered
away and disapeared
and all is left is
fragmented memories
pieces falling apart
by the second until
what is left but
pieces of a broken
man, on the floor.
Alone in the dark
Wondering who they
was, and why I hurt
But what of them
where they go
what pains do they
have and left.
Mike
2008
------
P-Cell: (My Cell)
Cell dark but warm
door locked and tight
locked in my room
not by bars iron
but mental pain
and fear insecure
my room refuge
or prison, self made
or forced by fear
and anger of others
I am not sure.
but here I sit
before the light
and portal to
the world
locked in its grasp
tight and unable
to move or leave
so I am locked
in my cell.
No way out
or just no steps
to get there.
Mike Adams
2010
--------
P-My Denial
First I deny my love
then my dreams
then my hope
then myself
what will I have left?
Nothing but my denial
to keep me warm.
Mike Adams
1998
----
P-Morgoti:
A horse alive but dead a rider riding slumped
over, over a plain of skulls and dead strewn
around, or semblance of life is all you see..
Rider comes closer and you see the horse is
not living but not dead, but someplace in
between or parody of life it stands there
with rider, sitting rider with eyes dead
and lost, lost to the now, and the past,
or even future for each is just living.
Living a life that is not living, he knows
the pain of loss, not only life but of faith,
alone he stands, but not alone, for he is
crawliny with life but not life, small and
nimble they are, they keep him alive even
when he no longer wishes to live.
Dead many times, some he remembers some he
forgets for the remembering is pain, to forget,
the only cure, or solution, as much as he feels
anything any more for his humanity was gone
long ago, how long no one knows for he has
lost the wish to keep time, just that this is
the now and he wishes to be dead to it, but can
not die, for they keep him alive if you can
call being more machine than man, living. Not
obvious, but they are there.
You look in his eyes, and all is dead, but
replaced by nothing for what is a man with out
hope, dreams and desires, emotions and the will
to live?
You look around and all that seems normal is not,
you realize with a start the trees, bushes and
animals all are dead, or some pale semblance of
life, for all are imperfect copies made for the
rider but he no longer cares, it is just there,
they just exist and he cares not.
No one else is here for all died ages ago, in some
thing the man knows of but not telling but knowing
is madness as it is for he was the one who brought
it about, in his pride, ignorance or just plain
stupidity he let it go and all died from it, for
all was consumed by it what it is is, all you need
to see around to know but you can not see for you
are not really here? or he is killing you eating
your soul draining your life but he knows not is not
conscious of it, for he no longer wants to know,
blocked from his mind and memories is your passing,
only that he keeps going not that he wants to keep
going but he plods one foot in front of the other,
or on the horse being he rides to the next victim,
for he has died many times to be taken back to
living for they will not let his body die even if
his soul died an age ago.
Mike
2005
-------
P-Morrigen
Morrigen, avenge me, she screams,
with last breath, save me from this
demon made flesh. a mortal man,
whose hate for me is most foul?
What did I do to deserve this I ask
of him with no reply, for he has none..
Save me and mine from the torment
he brings to us, the lost child, the lost love,
the dead who scream in agony.
The living lost in death, for not knowing,
are they dead, in torment, or what?
Morrigen a women tall and dark, hair
and visage, like a raven intent on pray,
she stalks her prey, those far from innocent
stalks, not a innocent one, but pray most foul.
Morrigen like a goddess, a women dark of hair
and visage. like a raven tall and strong, with eyes
that pierce the darkness.. To bring the unknown
guilty to the light of truth, with mind and spirit.
Knowledge and cunning, wisdom and persistance,
to give the victims peace, their families hope,
and those affected a sense of closure.
Morrigen we cry to drive the demons away,
not ones of spirit and nature biblical, but ones
most foul and mortal.. Mortal ones, who prey and
hide, who slither in the darkness, who rise up
and slaughter, hurt and maim, driving those who
protect to madness.. Madness of frustration of egos
crossed and battered minds, so to Morgan we fly
to find the guy, or who she is, what they know
and feel, to profile them and draw the shades
from the abyss of ignorance, and bring them to
the light, of truth, and justice, most swift.
To burn them in holy light. by hells fire and drive
them from our mind and fears, to draw away
the anger, and pain and agony of their victims,
give them peace of knowing they can walk
the streets and by ways, to love again, to touch
again, to feel again, and breath deeply and feel
not danger at every step.
And just feel safe
Mike Adams
2005
(2006)
For a buddy.. Find who he or she is, and bring them to justice, please..
Morrigen was three women, ravens.. Chooser of the slain, the worthy..
it is okay my dear warrior one of the three, chooser of the slain and warrior of blood. of the Morrrigan..
----------
P-Abandoned
Feeling abandoned, neglected,
not wanted, no one have patience
to be with you, to teach you and
help you along, and you help
them as well.
Alone, left behind, not wanted
How to feel anything more
When you trust no one
Least of all yourself.
Mike
2006?
-----
P-Outcast
Out cast or
walked out?
Forced out
or just never
part?
Human or
more or less
how to ask or
know what.
Walking alone
down the hiway
of life, single
never part
or never welcome
Who can say.
For he is long
gone and silent
but none notice
for they never
know who he was
or even that he
existed or just
another wall flower.
Left to rott in the
summer sun, or
never thive, for
held in darkness
Fuck them for
thier selfish ways.
Christ pity them
for what they are
is what they fear
worse of all.
Just being
Human!
Mike
2006
-------
1998 Copyright Mike Adams
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