love worms

day starts with ladies;

lone nights ended at homes. 

they all good daughters of bad daddies

& their love --- a fire in cold storms. 

i ain't understand ladies;

pre se, only feel their foams

whisper, love, & lies. i offer roses without red-thorns. 

their lips talk to my body

my body mags on uniform;

hands cleave off 'em lil' shawty's

& 'em shawty's call us love-worms. 

us men talkin' 'bout their hobbies.

'em barbies swagging alike miss gormzess 

they take us behind their lobbies

& in lobby, us men be real t-storms.

and my day starts with ladies;

long nights end at homes.

they all good daughters of bad daddies

& their love -- a fire in cold storms.

in a search of job

can't stop this time for once.
time's nor mine. 

neither i'm dunce
i look for some jobs, 

bloody jobs ain't want me
those who want me, 

i pity at 'em for free
what's it this world? -- 

i don't know what it is
life's so simple, 

but we live it complicatedly
marketing's no good, 

but can pay you so well
i want life being balanced, 

for that, i'm being quelled.
i be running outta time, 

time's yo money but money ain't no mine
money's real bitch, 

& i gonna have to get this 'ight.

i'm suppressed a little bit, 

& living a life like shit

i ain't wanna do that, 

the sin has got me wicked.

the world's damn beaped

& had us youth yo flipped 

i don't wanna be slave 

neither wish getting trapped

i want damn fucking freedom, 

but this freedom be now chapped.

still undone

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flirt

call me yo bastard. i ain't no your pastor. 

Dec/15/2016!

i do read bible in love with slave master. 

you be my lady -- the lady, love-caster. 

then bring me damn trouble in nights of disaster. 

i find the history in your body-cum-cadastre

i ain't know what's hidden, but i be forecaster.

i meet you at night in the city of Alabaster.

south courtesan you are. Alabama, your astir. 

the astray's of love, you babe, blow like newscaster 

the banshee you ain't. are you 'em Xastur? 

your love be kasturi. you know, i fuck faster

if manchurian you are, i'll be dog aster.

your gestures i love that you take in your curves.

you run ov'r my head; nev'r get on my nerves.

i smoke e' damn hookah. i ain't no joe palooka.

you -- the beauty. i'm beast will take you to q-cuba.

damn you dang lady, you dancing on heart

i can't control; wanna loose all the dirt

you be no mud. i -- the canal of sin. sinner we are, love-birds, in Berlin.

the city of nights, i love 'tis so much.

brown blondies & brunettes, i take 'em to hutch

& drill 'em, & touch. i -- the butcher, they dutch

then put 'em in cradle. they be yeh crutch. 

i pull 'em then down, & they tear off my shirt

my shirt got no button. they call me f-flirter-f-flirt.

Deranged World (iii)

Dec/16/2016!

edited on dec/17/2016!

i know the chapter. 

but never learn it twice.

a book's more like lady 

that i oft. read every midnight.. 

then do i understand the price of her nights'

but sometimes, 

i'm being loosen-control 

which further had me lost...

in some analogies of paradoxical time.

perhaps, i take her to long ride

& funny it's gonna be that...

she damn loves being detoured to some meanderings of my life. 

later, i read her body. 

she just listens to fuzzed words. 

then we both play the trailer

& chase vulcan destiny -- the fate of naked birds. 

but is it really right to fly across that high 

in a hope to reach cloud-nine?

i never fathom the heights of vogue clouds

but certainly ...

enjoy the pleasure of being soared throu' her 80 grand enshrouds.

then tear her B-bra, & damn blouse.

& do some lil' fun with that lady in my house.

she's in my nights. my face lost in her hair.

i love every position esp. when she's being chaired.

her nights be more like a way to reach heaven.

the ride of hell do i bring to her

i tell her to meet me at 12:00, 

but she knocks me down at 7:00

and then bloody 7:00 to homie 11:00,

we both go up & down, down & up like levin

her love ain't no less than the hookah of marijuana

that i used to take across the streets of Clarence

but time's now changed. 

things shall nev'r be blamed. 

life's quite simple to be living... then why feeling so ashamed?

it's a story of every new guy 

written upon naked body of saked ladies.

ladies be more like a hula-hoop of mistakes

that us men damage in the back seat of mercedes. 

Deranged World (ii)

dec/16/2016!

dec/17/2016!

she's gonna dance all night.

loosen up your feet along with hers.

just don't make yourself look like a fool

by loosing a sil' control of yours.

she can be the reason of your love;

can be the disastrous cause to your miserable nights'

just enjoy the time as long as you can

& let her live the way she longs to by red-lights.

she be in your heart. let her be G-beat.

life's very simple, but don't make it that cheap.

we make life complicated. we be the reason for what we are.

stop getting hard on yourself

hellow, love’s being sold out in  every “bazaar”.

either purchase it from market

or find it in the crowd of slum

love’s nev’r ev’r gonna be the same

If you keep curse it since day one.

she be real beauty. 

& you -- the beast, atheist

let her find pleasure... 

in love being gotten on lease.

she wants your love. but you need her nights.

love craves for sin.

& hearts being lost in 'tween yo city-lights.

i don’t understand 'tis world

neither know how it fuckin operates at all

i just want life quite simple to belived

cos, now i'm being tired of such complications, withal.

Deranged World (i)

Dec/15/2016!

edited on 17/dec./2016!

life's quite simple. 

we make it quite hard

love spills down life's lyrics 

as aye heart be its bard.

i ain't no poet, 

but poetry, i live by

i re-shape what's d-distorted, 

& wonder, it's so why?

people gon' judge you, 

no matter what you do

it's real de-motivation. 

i ain't know what they goin' thou'

life's much simple. 

let it be that simple na

stop makin' complications

by welcoming phony people who schwa.

your ecstasy ain't long lasting

nor your time in life at all

life's quite simple; 

quite similar w/ last fall.

everything's same. 

time circulating, & i'm chained

let past be past.  & get yourself unchained. 

summer, spring, & winter

be the season of life's change.

be the color of that beauty

that only belongs to fame.

stop being ashamed for what you’ve babe done

get the glass of wine, & pour in it some rum.

life's no same. nor the time yo so sane.

the time's now burnt.

& with tradition, we gone insane. 

humanity gone hummed. 

rape's daddy's favorite. 

mother bewitched with his cum.

she needa get some peace, 

but get trouble in return. 

in the name of love, the pleasure of lust she gets

your father fucks your mother, & puts her daughter on the bets. 

i ain't know what's damn going

the brothel of love is slum,

may be, we're all dirty... 

& the dirt of it had us "numb-ed".

people gonna love you for what you are by now

let those be lived in bypass

who disturbed you before, & till now.

life's gonne get changed besides of being unchanged

stop worrying of what's it gonna be next

life's full of stars at bars, but the world... deranged. 

snatched breath

and she said,
"you can get lost as far as i'm concerned"
i felt abundant,
"what the hell have i done!"
ladies're weakness, damn, ladies be strength
they only look hot...
as long as they be quiet & at length.
damn, they so chirping. i block 'em in heart
then do they wonder, why do i hurt?
i don't have reasons to block 'em, & curse
they be my breath. i may snatch it as worse.


ps.
Serenity, Ana Sophia, Poppaya... are same person. and i don't know whatever how many names or accounts this lady has got here around. so be-aware of such people. this writer's full of weird things like rudeness, very harsh criticisms, & on & on. if you go there, i'm sure, you gonna spoil the rest of your day for sure. may god bless you from that scarstic writer. lol

flirt

dec/15/2016!

call me yo bastard. i ain't no your pastor. 

i do read bible in love with slave master. 

you be my lady -- the lady, love-caster. 

then bring me damn trouble in nights of disaster. 

i find the history in your body-cum-cadastre

i ain't know what's hidden, but i be forecaster.

i meet you at night in the city of Alabaster.

south courtesan you are. Alabama, your astir. 

the astray's of love, you babe, blow like newscaster 

the banshee you ain't. are you 'em Xastur? 

your love be kasturi. you know, i fuck faster

if manchurian you are, i'll be dog aster.

your gestures i love that you take in your curves.

you run ov'r my head; nev'r get on my nerves.

i smoke e' damn hookah. i ain't no joe palooka.

you -- the beauty. i'm beast will take you to q-cuba.

damn you dang lady, you dancing on heart

i can't control; wanna loose all the dirt

you be no mud. i -- the canal of sin. sinner we are, love-birds, in Berlin.

the city of nights, i love 'tis so much.

brown blondies & brunettes, i take 'em to hutch

& drill 'em, & touch. i -- the butcher, they dutch

then put 'em in cradle. they be yeh crutch. 

i pull 'em then down, & they tear off my shirt

my shirt got no button. they call me f-flirter-f-flirt.

women - (ii)

we negotiate treatin' women right
but expect 'em to feed us men 'ight.
hardly we care of their heart
but oft. enjoy having the pleasure of their night.
the goblet of wine...
they are... oft. makes us feel drunk in love
their love be more like marijuana...
being so fed 'pon an every layer of us hove.
their body speaks allot 'bout what they want;
gestures certify what they actually need
we only read the texture of their nakedness
rather understanding the gist of their creed.
the hoes stock beer, cider, perry, and mead
we take women to hotel, & breed
the cede of emotionalism we deny to read
& treat women wrong, perhaps, inadvertently...
just in the greed of something that plead.

an open book. the unread-bible, they are.
non-prioritized antidepressant they heart
& LOL -- the lesson of love is more bizarre.
we're being trapped, & lost, & boasted
in the tormented trauma of their tantrum life.
we oft. treat 'em fuckin' wrong
but, in return, want 'em to feed on us right.
is 'tis 'ight? i ain't know what's wrong, in spite
if the legs're open,
my devil in the hell, we love stretching pussies tight.
this's vulgar world where are we all living.
if you are being sane in this not-so sage world
then, i'm sure, you missing the ecstasy of thanksgiving.
feed women right. and get yourself alright.
treat 'em fuckin' wrong. and fuck your brain outta the crap of fuckin' life. 

women - (i)

the cause to our depression
is women.
women be the reason to
its anti-succession.
hardly prioritized antidepressant
they are
sometimes, heal us up
so sometimes, tear us men apart
like a breath of flower,
a bee loves being showered...
with honey,
we -- the bugs -- make
'em look more like yummy-dummy
wilting their fragile fairy with money
here, i'm not talkin'
'bout all women,
but women...
who say nothin' but deserve everythin'
their love be more like something
that oft. feeds on our humor, funny.
and when this humor
starts takin' u-turn,
women become the cause to
our depression
& their memories -- a reason
to our downgrade-digression.

life

***

fuck yo, bitch!

damn! this life -- the life's good.

we long to live, & live the hood.

alive, we are, but how? for long?

the love's life, but where's this home?

we want to search, we need to find

before the time yo eats us alive. 

here, & there, babe! where's my love!?

love's lost so am i in (the) world

the world's bad so am i so bad!

the regret of being good, i dang dread. 

damn! so poor i am... am i?

i don't know, there's why so whys?

in this world, to senseless life

our naivety gone. & purity spoiled. 

what we want is not yet defined. 

bloodiest unidentified purpose to whaaah life!

funny it is to say; to think that love's lust, & lust's sin

the pleasure of love's o' yes it is

but we do treat the ecstasy, akin. 

fuck yo, bitch!!

*** 

you be the shit who spoiled my life;

my career, my time

& thrown me to nights. i'm being drunk...

& sunk.. in what?

i don't know, babe, why i'm shrunk!!

your love was the reason that i dang lied

then screwed my life, & time, & nights

now, you're gone. but i'm damn lone. 

your hoe sis marriage's getting celebrated

with champagne

and here i'm bloody lone & getting fucked outta fuckin' brain!

yo fuck yo, bitch!!

your infatuation got me into trouble. 

i ruined my image! my career, my stardom, my anger dang rage!

now it's getting burst out deep inside

but i'm so failed.. 

at letting it come outta the shell of bombshell!

see bitch, what you've done!

whatcha goddamnit damaged!

i ain't no on rampage

but certainly, deep inside, one day, 

you'll be a fuckin' slave of your hubby; living in his darkest cage

then you'll remind whatcha ya done

to me, to my life, to my image, you bitch!

i ain't wanted your shit, bitch!

i was naive. i was bloody 18! but you were the cheapest thing!

now i'm fully grown so is my hurt

heart's such a vulture alive...

 wrapped up in the coil of f flirtatiously dictative dirt!

yo bitch!

why the hell am i blaming you? 

i know, you ain't know. you know nothing. 

i was the reason so fucking!

i ruined your image; spoiled your nights

you tryna save me, but me wasn't that polite

i ain't hear ya, cos my heart won't hear me

why the hell i did what i fucking done?

this's such a stupid idiotic question i recall every night

& get frustrated outta time

fuck ya, bitch!

but so sorry yo biotch!

i need to get myself stressed off 

so am just writing down whatever i have to

writing's what all i have got

and am thankful to it that at least, am writer

 or else.. 

if i won't, who'd gonna fumble me, bitch

cos, i know.. you and your smile both are more like a crap outta shit!

senseless life

as long as we don't have "sense",
our life's sane,
& love has its own incense.
naivety reflects off..
the ribs of kind beauty
true romance it comes to fetch...
ev'n without amounting the size of b-booties.
then, soon we're stepped out to 'tis wicked world.
life becomes sudoku...
& love looms more like a crack of chess so spooky.
the match of cricket we play.
clean-bold. hit-wicket we get.
fall down on the ground.
stand back...
but till then,
none we find around. oh faaaacks, yo lucy!
only the misery of pain, we find
pain strikes back to heart, we cry
heart goes overwhelmed with hurt
& the glitches of life we come to survive...
amongst this senselessness of this bloodiest senseless life.
we're all lost sense;
have loosen love-incense
dirty pictures we framed up.. ''pon mind
& the wall sin we build, rebuild then drill with fuckin' time.

vulgar night

it's a vulgar o' ye dang night
& your body gonna get high.
throw your sandals right on the floor.
i'm gonna tear your lingerie; make ya sigh!
baby, aye-aye, no goodbye
your moan gonna make you damn 'ight
every scream that you babe take
gonna make you more fragile.
your pussy's so tight
i'm gonna make it look so wide
it's to-&-forth, worldwide
imma snoop deep inside of you to make you dang cry!

private night

don't give me reason. just give me what i want.
baby, i'm freed pigeon;
will haunt your eye-cunt.
i ain't no typewrite; but will rune love-texture...
into your body in italic font;
do write the novel on your body;
but won't let anyone read it, i know i'm sure, daunt
i'm the pleasure of v-venom
infatuation with m-money é yó yá flaunt.
you want the money in b-bank
i'm gonna extol you, or you say... vaunt?
i'll love you in boulevard street;
carry you to my private restaurant
then, you'll get banged. & isn't what'd you babe want?
just don't give me reason
i be here on your haunt
i read your curvy body; am being familiar with your flaunt
you're dang full of scars
flawless claws you got in private-night
imma take you to my room
& will love you like a rebellion in battle of riots-rite.

true romance

will take you into the castle of love.
the fire we bring. pleasure will i shove.
pigeon will i be. & you be my dove.
i prioritize you the first... of all things above.
will bow down my head to your feet
that'll i kiss,
i be your man; will make you my miss.
will get you jimmy-choo, & elvis, brown gucci.
just take me to your night, & be my monica bellucci.
i know, you watch "the notebook"...
"irreversible" have i watched multitudinous times,
allow me to be at your service
& let yourself get free...
in my arms for some nights.
it's called true romance. with furious fire'll i feed.
i'll impregnate you this night when our bodies yo meet.
may be, i'm thief; will steal your everything;
spoil your religion with the breath of your last scream.
it's called true romance? or pure exotica?
i ain't know 'bout love. ev'n love be xxx-erotica.
dirty things we do when we're in love.
the fire do we bring. pleasure us two behove.
your pigeon will i be. & you - be my dove.
i'll prioritize you the first... of all things above.

hotel room

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hotel night

i fuck your pussy; tits in bits,
then'll love you till you're pissed;
shove your ass, i chew your clit;
suck your bud, & break your wrist.
you'll cry & scream. get wheeled.
i'll whirl ya around, untwist.
get on my lap. hey baby... sit!
i'll bounce ya... right on my dick.
90 degree angle is so straight up.
it's our night. you gonna get up...
& then down & down & up.
check on your body. it's hooked up!
it's dang night. you gonna give fuck!

creed

"... the dirt gonna make you dirty
sin'll turn you... flirty
life can be way productive,
if you give it a chance to be this perky.
you can be what you want;
can dream of what you need.
you can ev'n heal your heart...
once you understood the creed.
everything be in your hands'
then why you cravin' for more?
you can fix it later...
what you've just floored.
my rhythm got nothin' to do with life.
life's nothing to do with love.
love's what the comes, & goes
success... what we must prioritize.
put your faith in "you". don't let it be just "faint".
no sage can lead you right
only the "bad" envisages the saint."

ps.

no good person can understand how it feels being bad

but a bad one does very well familiar of... 

how it really feels being good even whilst being sad.

goodness brings you hurt. hurt may heal your heart.

too many times you got "breakdown". 

but still the life remains same till you're being "knocked-down". 

i ain't understand life... nor the life knows me well. 

my mind keeps playing games with my heart, &.. 

poor heart keeps dancing at its ringing bell. 

i don't understand what should i do now.

my life keeps slipping off my hands, & me off the ground. 

life can be way successive, but first... i gotta get myself crowned. 

i can't spend my whole life... doing this what i doin' now.

jealously's just a symptom of anxiety that gets you down, & bowed.

i unleashed my life to whom? this's a fuckin' question i fuckin' hume

who's my friend? my bloom? me doomed. 

sin wraps me whole in... in the BOP -- "Blanket Of Pleasure". in pleasure do i find something abloom. 

thrones're being hidden in some flowers.

those flowers ain't no flowers but cactus that us shower

everything & everyone comes in disguise...

but i do blame the "none" cos me know-ing being the reason of being "undisguised".

so be real. get real. taste real. & live real with your real life. 

fakeness gonna bring you nothing but double-trouble that we hardly survive. 

i know, hurt will heal the heart. but will it be takin' some time. 

life can be "whoooshed" in 'tween that all. so don't underestimate the existence of you-r "being", alive. 

either treat others right or wrong. there's nothing to do with your heart.

you do the best what you find the best doing being wrapped in any situation

so please for the sake of me devil, stop regretting what you done was "not" alright"

past's done with you. why you still ain't so done with its vibes?

present ain't gonna get your some SOS -- "Sorbet Of Success"

it's only future that brings you some cannabis wines' in the name of real things you do, incised.

do your fuckin' best. fuck the all who's stopping ya. don't regret!

pussy's better fucked up only by a dick not a dildo

get your shit up, & fuck the success like a lady's fucken pillow. 

fame's such a bra. tear it up & get what's hidden behind her awe

stop pretending being what you are not... cos success's not... blah blah blah.

be real. be original. get back to your originality.

it's never too late to get up if you've sat up your mentality

everything starts up with mind, but gets ended right at heart

quit playing the games around or else... the heart's nev'r gonna get healed up off this "hurt"

love's all you need. stop being what you ain't, you fucking shit!

you may shove her pussy or her clit, but first fuck you-r "success" cos... fame's what you first gotta get yourself bleed in. 

because... 

"... the dirt gonna make you dirty
sin'll turn you... flirty
life can be way productive,
if you give it a chance to be this perky.
you can be what you want;
can dream of what you need.
you can ev'n heal your heart...
once you understood the creed.
everything be in your hands'
then why you cravin' for more?
you can fix it later...
what you've just floored.
my rhythm got nothin' to do with life.
life's nothing to do with love.
love's what the comes, & goes
success... what we must prioritize.
put your faith in "you". don't let it be just "faint".
no sage can lead you right
only the "bad" envisages the saint."

"have some creed in you not in sin."

Just Fine

Just Fine
A Poem by Casey Lou
" A poem about the struggles of depression, and also encouragement to those who experience it every day. "

Our happiness has left us,
Our tears have sealed our fate.
Forevermore we sit and pray,
We sit, and pray, and wait.

Our kindliness; our spirit,
Has long since gone away.
Our loving parents no longer ask,
My Darling, are you okay?

But yet there is a glimmer,
In the distance, I can see.
It is hope, and love, and happiness,
And the power to set us free.

We shall gather up our things,
And leave the darkness long behind.
For that glimmer that I see,
It seems so welcoming, so kind.

'Twill be a journey to get there,
Our feet will tire by the end.
But our minds and hearts will open,

We will be just fine, my friend.

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/caseylouise/1103784/

lifespan

The Life Of Average Man

***

the life of an average man

is more like a goddamn slum

poverty breeds contempt

& your father "hum your mum".

you're very small

& you can't do anythin'

but till you're full grown-up,

your life goes turned to sin.

it really becomes too late

cos your father's never been sage

you follow the same trials...

of his life, & get yourself ablazed. 

you loose all of your track

& wonder to get it back

but once the things're gone

they be turned to signs' Zodiac.

the life of an average man

is more like an empty page.

you write your own life...

in an every stage of age.

and in this maturity stage,

yes, you get so mazed

the meaning of love is lost;

definition of lust on rampage

you be never damn led right

cos, your father's never been sage. 

and this's the life of an average man.

poverty breeds contempt.

& the hunger, for glee, lifespan. 

***

loose control-ii

you loose your all faith. i break your rust-trust,
i take you damn down; & up you, combust.
the pleasure of love i get you in pain;
neutralize your b-body & fuckyaoutta brain,
you loose your control, baby, we loose damn feet
we dance all dang night on the beat of our heat
& then i do breed...
i breed you dang hard with the "trick or our treat"
halloween's gone, but i'd taste your f-meat
you husband no home. you be ready to cheat.
kids be damn sleeping. you looking so sweet
don't nudge their c-cradle or they'll a-wake
we can't be disturbed for the sake of the shake
hey you, shake you damn booty or shake off your b-ass
imma shove it your f-base & bang you b-bass
ima big boy, short collar damn poetic i'm brat
or is it called bard? i don't care what shit's 'em that?
ladies feed words. i feed 'em chitchat
sexting they want. i write poetry in poetic-format.
what's so damn funny in the name of damn lust?
we all loose control in the age of mistrust
i breed damn beauties. 'em booties get pressed & get crushed
the trust's no honest. honesty i flushed
affair all we want. whether like it or not
our heart's THAT HUNGER that you oft. forgot
with untaught dang mind, you, thought, be rockin' your life?
fuck y'all, assholes. life be lived at knife-point
and every dang night.... i break her f-trust as i feed her t-trust
it's not my fault if she needa mistrust
we all loose control in the name of love-lust
& do m-mistakes breaking all of our trust
trust's no honest. honesty damn sucks!
we're all being loosen... in the world of disgust.

ps. check out its first part in given link:
http://shivamwrights.blogspot.in/2016/11/loose-control-i.html

loose control-i

i dub
you
the beauty.
you call
me
your beast.
we loose
our control.
the free
fowl increased.
the madness of
hearts'...
with my mind
damn atheist,
we loose
all control,
& the
bodies released.
the hydration
we need.
with dehydration
we're pleased.
i call you
my beauty;
& have
you fisted.
frustration's off.
your all
anger's gone
i got
now control...
on your
body "Nom.. Nom".
it's ain't
no rape.
baby, i'm
so sage
we all
loose control...
in this
prime age.
stupidities
we do.
scandalously stupendous
things
we "doo doo".
sometimes,
you laugh,
baby,
sometimes, you blush
i chew your
two horns,
& have
your lips
brushed;
then
"lust" off
your body,
& thrust
you in thirst
i feed
on your
hunger; &
paint you in lush.

ps. check out its second part in given link:
http://shivamwrights.blogspot.in/2016/11/loose-control-ii.html

savant

"it's hard to understand ladies
esp. when they're in need of... what?
they want us men in their nights
but pretend to be more like... smut!
& it's oft. hard to me to
reading through their naked gestures
that what exactly they wish to want,
they make me feel so overconfident at time
but the next moment, they flaunt.
so to control 'em over-night
is very hard task but not THAT hooked w/ taunts'
once i'm thrust deep in their flesh...
even their anger goes melted down like savant.
& it's such a moment, when you're in love
& they be completely lost in your true-lies,
it's really hard to understand what ladies want
cos, sometimes, they're themselves someone's spies."

one more night

she walked down the street late night.

i gasped her breath, & puffed at trite

she glared at once. i stared.. her twice.

then smiled. & grinned. us smirked at time.

it was cold...  in winter lite night.

the fog of her warmth had me impolite.

i pulled her close-r. she humped? or sighed?

i squeezed her butts, then pressed uptight

she opened "that" mouth, & widened her "eyes"

i smoked her breath, then pushed her aside.

her lips were red; eye-linens i destroyed.

she wrapped her arms around my neck, & cried

i'd lift her up at the valley of dark-side

her legs were up; head bowed downside

i increased my speed. she held me tight. 

i looked at her. she hooked me onside.

"you want some more," i asked. she 'styled', 

"yes, i want, but this time... be polite". 

i doubled my speed; broke her trust worthwhile.

she got stunned. i took her to cloud nine  ;

accelerated my speed; & blew her up with dynamite

she drained our bodies; had us outta sight.

& i grasped her breath... for one more night.

DOT -- "The Darkness Of Time"

thoughts're contagious to life
they may drag you...
to places you ev'r nev'r imagined in mind
so dark, & brutal, & scary,
but always undisguised.
DOT -- the "darkness of time" do they bring
in the name of TOD -- the"tanka of delight"
you loose yourself to such mesmeric thoughts;
hardly find yourself able to get you back to own life
your innocence starts going away from you
naivety gets spoiled by sin,
soon the whole life gets indulged in,, porn
& the dirt may segregate you from god, evils grin.

one more pill

it's will to power & power to will 

the impulse's high, imma take ya to hill

the roman empire -- i'm your king

you're my queen, greek lady, lil' quill 

you -- the mami from miami

& your daughter from... brazil --

so naked, & prime, & epic, gemfibrozil

i've had good time with you & catherine

she drains my body the same you did

i like your appeal. she's got strong zeal.

i press you low; take you uphill;

tear your blouse for our goodwill

you scratch my shoulder; it's never standstill

my feet do dance; legs wrap your skin

your one leg up, the other downhill

you hung in the middle, your body get drilled;

enfilled with pleasure, i bring, you spill

it's will to power, & power to will 

i impregnate your body, you swallow birth control pill 

i push you hard, your pills get spilled

you give me that look: "just one more pill"

the impulse's high, intensity i refill

from end to start, i sense your skill. 

you want me more, i stand & still

i push you hard; have coffee, instill

i keep you awake all night... 

till you squirm so high for 'nutter.... one more pill.

shameless love

& then i get so violent on you
you wish to get nailed
& i dig you on dew.
night comes so later
but i don't wait long,
we start play-ing doctor-nurse
unless something done wrong.

your hubby's where?
don't worry, he ain't here.
kiddies are where?
they be SIC -- "sleeping in cradle" out there.
it's only you & me, & me & you
we talk eye-to-eye;
& then... chew the mew.

our bed's on fire
i throw you in there;
entwist you in positions
by steaming your ear
the game's no fair.
just... never-ending care.

one night of pleasure
with the long time G-pain
i engage you with love
until...
the last drop of that tear's fallen off your eye in shame.

you entwitch... like a bird,
when you're about to reach extreme
& then...
i get more violent on you
taking your body "downtown" & liquidly "downstream".

© 2016 Adam Adams

Assumptions

every day comes with anew things.
anew dawn. new morn. new ladies...
& their newest wedding rings.
and it makes me wonder,
"what exactly the purpose of my life is?"
"is it just 'bout sleeping with latest ladies... ?
or 'bout... just strumming their G-thing, bing ping?"
every product's as sinful as sin
so sugary & spiced & soured under skin
people say, they wanna live their life
but i wonder, how the life can be lived..
if it's already being "dreamed"?
dreamed of what? in what? for whom?
i'm being shackled by mind,
& my mind being enslaved by the hearts', i assume.

calefaction

sometimes, it's hard to read your mind
esp. when it's being contradicted by heart
you want doing things that i like
but i crave for something... that keeps us alive
i spike your flesh with calefaction of love;
damage your body when you're hitch-hiked;
& take you to hell then... enslave you in strike
romance do you want, the erotica we strife.

spellbound

you miss the way my words..
curl you around
i love the way you curve...
your body on ground
then shake your "things",
& take me damn down
everything that you do,
it keeps me surround
baby, i hitch you & have you spellbound. 

breathless

she's more like a breath in the air
that i often breathe, & rush through her hair
then pull 'em hair deep down so hard
& enjoy watching her being chaired-cum-scarred.
something, i know, she longs to say
but i snatch her every breath, & slay
she feels so helpless, & breathless right under my body
& i make her feel more vulnerable...
than ever she thought would be for somebody. 

senselessness

" kinda prose, perhaps, literally not so prosaic. "

too many kinds of ladies do i meet throughout the day. some're very nice, some're kind so some -- very sugar & spiced, however, indeed it's true, some're so full of beautiful true lies as well. i taste all varieties of women, breed 'em all overnight, love 'em till the beginning of anew dawn, & chew their raged elements until the night's shamed upon us esp. on my vulgarity that i offer to their marijuana nights. i make 'em feel so shattered but in moistened wetness of love. i kinda love the breath of their mouth, redolence of their flesh; enjoy the tropicana flavorism of their blue-berries (drugs), & always suck to their buds unless they're so hinched off to their ribs. to me, it's more like a pleasure of having/inhaling their weed deep inside so hard...

the more you take, the more you stake.
and once you're mumbled,
no... you can't control your feet not to get stumbled
not ev'n for god sake.

i like loosing my feet along with their tippie-tippie-toes when their body's so craved to get relaxed, but relaxed in what? -- in senselessness. it's seemed more like an idolization of mine, or the generosity of my vivacious heart, makin' 'em feel so senseless in lush lush...  cos, may be, deep inside, i understand, ladies're so senseless, perhaps, what makes 'em so unconscious for love is itself the true tribery of bargained love that us men offer to backstreet ladies of nights'... with crush cos...

they can't control their hunger
so here i betcha remove their appetite
sometimes, i love 'em but sometimes, i lushh..
& it makes 'em wonder,
whether i'm being wrong or being right.
their love's always sold out to us,
but they're so procured to their hearts'
us men can pay 'em as much as they want
but how do we save 'em not to get hurt
our vulgarity has 'em so drilled...
drilled with the pleasure they flaunt
but their love's so sold out to us
& our need's overwhelmed by enmity-cum-influx-want (s).

and to my surprises, it's always seemed more like a "Vogue Modernismo" tasting such tribal sex appeal beauties, reading their curves through naked gestures & makin' 'em feel so vulnerable at my back, but of course, under my unleashed body... just to make 'em always feel so sensationally sentimental, but certainly way senseless in this selfish-cum-endlessenly provoken breath-snatching love.

ps. perhaps, it's not just ladies, but us men too gone senseless in love esp. when it came to the selflessness of hearts'. xoxo

Die Hard Love

woman, i saw you this eve

you looked amazing

so enough to had me B-bleed

but bleed in the.. what? --- bleed deep down in your plea

just to have you incessantly damn peed

and seeing you so squrming in love that i feed...

here i'm here letting

my hunger bled outta courtesy

whether my god accepts it or not,

but the truth is,

i've already imagined you in mind with absurdity

& done everything what i had to do, nakedly 

you may call it my art

or may struck on my heart, harmlessly 

woman, i just saw you this eve

& since then,

you really keep rolling up & down...

ov'r my every heartbeat so controversially. 

now here it's night

but can't forget that eve... 

woman, i just saw you this eve

you looked amazing

so enough to had me B-bleed

but bleed in the.. what? --- bleed deep down in your plea

so i imagined you lately

& since i saw you, my love,

you keep troubling the breath of my ssss sssss spirit.

now you may call it your art

& get yourself convinced at my backyard

i'm the one will love you so hard

but before getting slipped away from my night like a drop

let me love you all night Die-Hard

till you're fully C-Cropped & damn G-Groped; torn apart, my lil' Lark.

Room Service

woman, may be, i'm grown

or have just known...

allot of you; 'bout your body.

whose fault it is in that ---

i sincerely don't know the meaning of... bawdy?

(or.. do i? alright, may be, i do

so what you gonna do?

are you gonna kiss me

or you gonna flip me?

whatever you do,

first, manage your mind, & adjust your heart

cos, after the night,

baby, you gonna miss me? or curse me?

or blame me? or claim me?

but mainly, .. 

... gonna need me so profanely

i'm the cure to your body, my Shawty

& now, i'm known... 

the worth of your... existence-cum-embroidered-embody)

you're the product of UAE --- 

united emirates ---

hailed to my heart from Saudi, Abu Dhabi

but wherever you're from

to me, every one's as same as previous night i spent at neighbor lobby

& after spending too many nights

with too many racial babies of whatever damn daddies

woman, i've really known allot..

'bout your hidden "packages",

now may be, i'm in urge to "open" the

#megynfile --- the assortments of yous, naughty Shawty. 

allow me to have me at your service

& taste the liqueur & devour your "toddy"

i know, your lips too craving for being sponged 

so here i am.. let me get your mouth 

some flavorama, & feed it all on your fruiting body, my Shawty.

strife

i'm a figment of mind;
an enigma to your night;
the flicker of candle-light;
dark wisp, & the liar at midnight
i'm a cheat full of lies;
do get you sugar pies
you're one sugar misschief
i'm the venom to love-life
at love do i smile
lust what i ignite
i'm the drop of that tear
that never leaves your eyes dry
my lips kiss your thighs';
fingers shove your style
i'm the thunder in storm, tornado do i strife. 

timeless love

i'm not your boyfriend 'cause to a gentleman,

it's hard to understand,

how to love & be a friend

life's one, & we must live it twice

but being so lost in 'tween the analogies of love,

we're being forgotten by timeless time

& time makes me wonder,

how to love & be a friend at the same time. 

if i hold you from wrists;

take my hands down to your hips;

fingers strumming 'pon caramelized lips

& if i kinda... kiss you lika nature freak

then, my love, you may call me your lover

that you may discover

but i'm afraid to call myself your boyfriend

'cause to a gentleman,

it's hard to understand, how to love & be a friend

if i love you till night;

squeeze you, cuddle you then puzzle you

& fuger you with sugar-lies,

then you may call me your lover

but i don't do anything like that at all

'cause i'm afraid to say, my love,

to a gentleman, it's hard to understand, 

how to love & be a friend, overall.

sorbet of sin

she makes me vulgar. may be, i ain't no saint

to her, my heart's vulture, 

& its hunger's much acquaint 

my hands roam upon her body. i hold her tight, & wait to paint

she's good daughter of bad daddy. 

with her mommy once i'd feint.

whatever she wears on nights,

i tear 'em all lika scarp of ol' papers'

nothing can she hide

i roll her down 'on bed like a wrapper;

then... lock her lips, & block her tight

i paint her body, & discolor her life

she sigh aye scream & clutches sheets, bites

i mark her spirit & take her to heights

cause... 

she makes me vulgar. i know, i ain't no saint

to her, my heart's vulture, 

& its hunger's much acquaint 

my hands roam upon her body. i hold her tight, & wait to paint

she's good daughter of bad daddy. 

& with her mommy once i'd feint

we'd drink the sorbet of wine

& please each other till morning-light,

such a sinful sinister witch was she;

had me completely outta breath all night

& on nights...

whatever she worn on nights,

i torn 'em all lika scarp of ol' papers'

nothing could she hide

i'd roll her down 'on bed like a wrapper;

then... lock her lips, & block her tight

i'd paint her body, & discolor her life

she sighed aye scream & clutched sheets, bites

i'd mark her spirit & take her to longed-heights

i torn her clothes. & she'd scratch mine. 

sorbet of sin we shared... 

but in the name of "white" wine. 

connoisseur of hearts'

i'm connoisseur of hearts'; 

will block you somewhere deep in my heart;

will take you to the ride of hell in one cell;

& arch your body in flames, pastel.

in one damn touch, your breath i'll snatch;

warmth will i fetch 

there's no-way to hide from me, my love

my infatuation will nev'r gonna be d-detach.

so would it be better, feed me, my love, on lone nights'

i'll chew you from top to bottom; 

rip ya outta your breath damn alive

the curtains will fall; red roses will rise;

bracelets go shattered. i'll drain your body with prize. 

i'm connoisseur of hearts';

will abduct your soul in no time. 

you may hide? so hide, my love, as long as you can 

i'll snatch you, & catch you, & hack you then.. 

smack you THE WHOLE...  till the end of night-mayhem. 

& then, i'll turn your body dang wild;

will bring you damn down at very sword-point

the death you'll be wishing to embrace, my love

but i'll be keeping you... 

half squirm, half numb till the climax, we fife

"ciao, ciao, mia, come esta?"

latter, the night, our palms will hi-five

i'll hold you from wrists

then press you deep down & your hips

the mattress will bounce so will you, my love

i'll prioritize you f-first of all things above.

enigmatic love

world... full of berries.
gardens blessed with cherries.
the love be... more like fairies
& lovers go pinned in diaries.
their dairies be nev'r read...
neither will they be ev'r read,
love's more like enigma
that leads THE path half dead.

dejavu

time's not in my hand 

if 'twas, i'd be its friend 

not sure, how’d i treat it, 

but definitely, it had my command. 

i'd run it the way exactly i wished 

may be, i'd revert it back; & not been dissed. 

off we go! 

damn, i'm pissed. the life's one gift 

we ain't live it right, & certainly, we miffed. 

& it's all the state of mind 

that we keep living throu', 

if i really had some rein on time, 

it'd nev'r be an end of me nor would i bid you adieu.

untitled (2-versions)

ist version:

no-one stays the same
as before
thoughts're time machine
& our mind its front - door
memories stay inside
but poor people dang ignored
may be, 'tis called life
that we spend in havin' thing restored.
till the age 1-9
everyone's sophomore
& as time flies on by,
some of us go lost in booksstore
'cause... our thoughts're time machine
& the mind... its fledged front door.

iind version:

"no-one STAYS the same (forever)
LIKE before
thoughts're time machine
& the mind its front-door.
memories STAY inside
perhaps, poor people BEING ignored
may be, it's called life ---
the life we SPEND IN FAITH, &
EXPECTING... having THINGS' restored.
till age 1-9
SATIRICAL STUDENTS STUDY as sophomore (rebellion)
& when the time flies on by,
(when the time comes; flies on by.. )
(o' yeah, as time... PASSES by)
some of us get lost in OLD booksstores'. (memories of past)
but in that,
no-one STAYS the same FOR LONG
thoughts're time machine
& our mind its... more like full fledged front-door."

salvation

& she calls me sir
i bectha address her ma'am
slavery's what brings obsession
for that,
the salvation, us two thief's sham.
i take her in tight corner
& listen to her scam
she strips down herself for me
& i neutralize her at virginia ham.
her skin, & my body;
our feet at dark lobby,
& behind that laced curtain
us two dance in parallelogram.
& latter, she calls me sir
i say, "cìao, c™mè stà, madamè
isn't salvation what you're so obsessed with?"
slavery i have at mercy with a little slam.

sigh & smile

you lean your face

into the bowl of my hands, & blush

i kiss your chin. 

hearts beat. we blush. 

the night stands silent so do we, my love

you wrap your arms

around my neck,

& i get my face so lost  

in your hair with crush. 

soon the time call two bodies to bed. 

seconds pass on by minutes, 

minutes start giving goosebumps with a rush

& then... 

one step up. one step down?

i step in. you step back;

& then you look down to the floor with a fleck -- O' FOF -- fleck of flush. 

i pick you up in hands;

stride ahead

& put you down on my bed. 

you switch lights off;

turn my body on... 

with the same sigh & smile once you had me plush.

& soon the veil of drunk-en night... 

cover the sky, we lush

i drill you, enthrill you & fill you with pain,

you spike my body with pleasure, & us two rule the game.

ps.

when the night brings you love,
love feeds you on your hearts',
the heart got nothin' to do with faith
so us all being sunk... 
into the pleasure of hate.
when the hate gets turned into dominance,
something dangerous we might do,
yes, when the night covers the sky with darkness,
us all do something... 
that made us dancin' without shoe.
that's what we all much into... 
now-a-days... 
never so polite. hardly so gentle, lushing-birds two.

elitè

02:25
20/sep/2016!

siting around the corner of tree
loving each other from head to L-feet
we watch the sun go down the hill
& wait for moon come up to meet
stars're sprawled ov'r the sky with elitè
lights're flickered across èlm street
standing behind the cloak of leaves
yes, we exchange some kisses, indiscreet
parajumble words do we share & split
our mouth loose breath; tongue taste mincemeat --
so sweet, & spiced, & fleet replete
we share more love; get lazy on it.

confliction

i choose mind
ov'r matter.
my heart
skips no beat
but mouth...
chit chat chatter
my thoughts'
slip down in words
but oft.
do i shatter...
esp. when i
choose
my mind ov'r matter
success's long
go ahead
& i know
am 'bout to
find my ladder
superficial nature's
what
i represent
to biopic world
or to me --
or me being madder
but sometimes,
i feel flatter
or rather get
dang flattered...
with some
things that i
swing around...
round... & round...
on my surround
that
come to
make me smile
in the sinful manner
hush... hush...
may be,
it's nature call,
& i shan't be
no sadder
sometimes,
the heart's well
molested by
its own beats
& at the moment,
after moment...
ov'r & ov'r again
with the
pang of bloody pain...
in the
name of
incapacitate memories,
i recall the
time that
i once had her
now what ---
i choose mind
ov'r matter
time's bloody gone,
perhaps,
the scars keep
conflicting
like dark weather
oh such mental conflictions
i'm in
that being lost..
& searching
something that
does really matter
perhaps,
my heart
skips no beat,
certainly do i
remind
everythin' that
tit-tat-tatter-ed
o' yeah, i'm being
now shattered
or may be,
a lil' bit splattered
yeah,
i choose my mind
ov'r matter
poor thoughts
take me
down
& then...
ol' memories
come to scatter.

ps.

the memories do now scatter

i sit down on my couch

& hope to feel damn better

but nothin' seems to matter

unless, i find my ladder.

vaporized humanity

02:40
sep/18/2016!

days turned into memory
memories keep running ov'r my head so fast
sometimes, the world's cryptic to me
so sometimes, i'm being dazed to broadcast
things be now quite changed with time
time had nothin' to do with iconoclast (s)
perhaps, the ethics are being adhered
& now i witnessed, witted people unsurpassed
i can't teach 'em anything
first i have to scrut myself at last
humanity's being vaporised in the air
& people overly educated with... in flabbergast
the hurt we receive in the light of parcelled love --
the love we love's being... outcast
outraged status of heart's being revealed
that's been concealed across its beats comcast
as now, the years are gone, things're stoned
memories unboned, & nights transformed...
into half apocalypse of tis apocalyptic world,
humanity being vaporised in the air
& the clouds of love are being adhered.

crazy us

17th/sep/2016!

love makes people crazy
it's though love that keeps 'em sane
sometimes, it's more dazy
sometimes, it's more like maze.
stupid things we do in love
love's no stupid,
though we look like the foolish one
foolish things we live through life
sometimes we... happy so sometimes we cry
but in that...
most valuable lessons we learn overnights'
pain segregate peace from soul
hearts' get tormented into hands' bowl
time never stays the same in that,
crazy us we are in world, i bet.

pink

11:00am…
monday morn… sep/19/2016!

today, i come to read a very most valuable thing of life that, i believe, every humankind should understand, & follow the trademarks’ of it.

it’s ‘bout PINK.

well, quite frankly, i ain’t know the exact meaning of it, but since past a few couple of days, i’ve been reading/following Mr. Amitabh Bachan’s blogs. he daily posts something valuable to be read, something that makes us readers feel relaxed, comfort & generous. one of his new movies is now released on 16th.sep.2016, which’s PINK…

i didn’t know what exactly the PINK is, but today… in morn, i revisit his blogs in a hope to see & read something valuable. and indeed it is true, a very generous thought of reality as well as the most valuable lesson of life do i learn from there that’s definitely belonged to PINK & preceded by the motto…

“..  when she says No, you STOP!”

what a generous & most valuable lesson of life he’s rendering to us all new generation esp. to the YOUTH of today to be the real men.