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.