OH ADRIAN

Dexter, MO

#6164 Feb 19, 2013
Lol

I do believe you've created some monsters out here
I do believe you've created some other poets out here
I do believe we've lusted after you and your words
I do believe you
ACEofHearts

Dexter, MO

#6165 Feb 19, 2013
Know any card tricks AceofHearts

Since: Aug 09

Location hidden

#6166 Feb 19, 2013
Trick or treat pest Trish can't hide it's stupidity .ACEofHearts , OH ADRIAN ,Shirley .... The list goes on and on . Rotflmao .... What an obsessive fool .

“New & Improved..”

Level 8

Since: Oct 07

Formerly From Kenya

#6168 Feb 19, 2013
PROFILE DeVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
NO...I'm saying a person with a Wart on His Nose met a Person Similarly Afflicted as you seem to be, and said:
"Let me propose your name for membership in the Imperial Order of Abnormal Proboscidians, of which I am the High Noble Toby and Surreptitious Treasurer.
Only two months ago Laura-Beth Sutor was the only member. One month ago there were two more. Today they number four Emperors of the Abnormal Proboscis in good standing - doubles every four weeks, see?
That's geometrical progression - you know how that piles up. In a year and a half every one here will have a wart on his or her Nose.
Powerful Order! Initiation, five dollars."
We named the Parrot Indiana..!

Since: Aug 09

Location hidden

#6169 Feb 19, 2013
Pie you Trish ? Rotflmao . Know wander you are so obsessed with me . Hey Ozzie go change your clothes .... That diaper and Moo Moo looks horrible on a man .
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6170 Feb 19, 2013
justaguess wrote:
<quoted text>
We named the Parrot Indiana..!
Seeing it's you.....That figures!

Many platitudes are the cause of exposure or vulnerability to harm or risk.

Silence is the means of avoiding the idiosyncrasy of providence and foible.


The talkative parrot is shut up in a cage.

Other turkeys, like you, without a lot to contribute in the way of conversation, fly freely about......gobble, gobble....

~DeVine.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6171 Feb 20, 2013
Take my hand and come with me
To a beautiful place called ecstasy
Undressing you with first my eyes
And then with my hands
My fingers running through your hair
A passionate hunger of wanting you so much more
My lips meet yours and our tongues entwine.
Caressing your body gently as I lay beside you
whispering softly, I love you,
I want you, I need you.
Loving you so delicately,
completely and passionately
watching your body quiver with such sweet pleasure
As my mouth explores every inch of your body
Touching your heart, mind, body and soul
You tell me not to stop you want more
I continue to let my wet lips explore your flesh
savoring every taste making me want more of you
My mouth can feel your racing pulse
The uncontrollable urge to feel your love
slow and deep inside me
With just one touch you respond
Like you could read my mind
Slow and easy we take our time
Your skin against mine
Our bodies melt as one.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6172 Feb 20, 2013
Unfinished - ideas left dangling, incomplete
like poems that cannot find their end
I try to capture an essence that is hard to grasp
that wafts away frustratingly
like a vague scent upon a breeze
I write as though chasing down sunshine
- melted amber syrup upon the horizon at dusk
I am compelled to find the truth -
a truth that can only be found
by sifting through lies
like seeking a rainbow when faced with a storm
- rumbling thunder and mercurious lighting
ripping through the skies.
This but a dark disguise – the colour
found only when the sun breaks through

Will anyone make sense of my ramblings?
I doubt it but perhaps a few will try
…or maybe not
People are often too trapped by their own egos
to seek the meaning behind another's words
The human race, sometimes self-seeking,
selfish or filled with envy and spite
- still, I write
Why do I have such a need to express
my thoughts when it is unlikely these will
ever be fully understood?
Who remembers the clarity of day
when it is cloaked by the darkness of night?
Great artists have made an impact
but I have such a little voice
a vibration inside a box tied up with string
unlikely to be opened by many
- so few care about what is within

Sometimes I escape to another place
where the harshness of reality fades away
- still, I live,
but is this living
when day follows day?
Existence - meaningless and sometimes absurd
Foolish people fall for the dream,
my crying voice remains unheard
The rustling of leaves
and the creaking of branches
signifies the existence of wind
What is significant about my voice?
It is drowned out by music of the world
Clashing cymbals and beating drums
Heartbeats, footsteps
- pathways to another world
I search but never quite seem to find
a meaning to it all
and perhaps the hardest truth to accept
is that maybe, just maybe
there is no meaning at all.

“New & Improved..”

Level 8

Since: Oct 07

Formerly From Kenya

#6173 Feb 20, 2013
PROFILE DeVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
Seeing it's you.....That figures!
Many platitudes are the cause of exposure or vulnerability to harm or risk.
Silence is the means of avoiding the idiosyncrasy of providence and foible.
The talkative parrot is shut up in a cage.
Other turkeys, like you, without a lot to contribute in the way of conversation, fly freely about......gobble, gobble....
~DeVine.
LOL..you throw like a girl..

It's ok oz, you go right on with your plagiarism so called original thought thready..I'll just laugh and watch as Zero the Gay Blade tends its windmill.

Level 6

Since: Apr 12

Location hidden

#6174 Feb 20, 2013
Lady B_Good wrote:
<quoted text>
Hmm...
".....Reaching to her aching clit, she longed for his tongue, his hands, his c ock to take her but satisfied herself as he watched. She came violently, her pent up need oozing out over her fingers as Andy silently watched. That night they kissed as he caressed her breast..."
You have a hidden talent too.
wow

Roanoke, VA

#6176 Feb 20, 2013
Observer wrote:
What I see here, is a host(s) of idiots "talking" to itself.
I so agree w your statement! This person must be so lonely & sad. She/he is crying out to be loved by anyone :(

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#6177 Feb 20, 2013
wow wrote:
<quoted text>
I so agree w your statement! This person must be so lonely & sad. She/he is crying out to be loved by anyone :(
. WHAT A FREAKIN' AZZWIPE ASSUMPTION, DUDE!! Adrian had many alias names..BUT ONE thing STANDS out..HIS Passion for Poetry. Whether it is taken from long dead poets OR his own work...HE is SHARING..the Beauty of Ages past and of the present. Reading his prose, transports you to a time where all was pristine and pure..NEVER letting the door cracked for Hatred to seep through...His exquisite taste of words, sensually placed to captivate your very being...just as a Man's tender caress on a Woman's breast... touches your inner soul of delight... YOU ROCK, Adrian!!
wow

Roanoke, VA

#6178 Feb 20, 2013
Colorado Chick wrote:
<quoted text>. WHAT A FREAKIN' AZZWIPE ASSUMPTION, DUDE!! Adrian had many alias names..BUT ONE thing STANDS out..HIS Passion for Poetry. Whether it is taken from long dead poets OR his own work...HE is SHARING..the Beauty of Ages past and of the present. Reading his prose, transports you to a time where all was pristine and pure..NEVER letting the door cracked for Hatred to seep through...His exquisite taste of words, sensually placed to captivate your very being...just as a Man's tender caress on a Woman's breast... touches your inner soul of delight... YOU ROCK, Adrian!!
You must know (her) him well
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6179 Feb 20, 2013
wow wrote:
<quoted text>
I so agree w your statement! This person must be so lonely & sad. She/he is crying out to be loved by anyone :(
"There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6180 Feb 20, 2013
look
my fingers,which
touched you
and your warmth and crisp
littleness
—see?do not resemble my
fingers. My wrists hands
which held carefully the soft silence
of you(and your body
smile eyes feet hands)
are different
from what they were. My arms
in which all of you lay folded
quietly,like a
leaf or some flower
newly made by Spring
Herself,are not my
arms. I do not recognise
as myself this which i find before
me in a mirror. i do
not believe
i have ever seen these things;
someone whom you love
and who is slenderer
taller than
myself has entered and become such
lips as i use to talk with,
a new person is alive
and gestures with my
or it is perhaps you who
with my voice
are
playing.”
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6181 Feb 20, 2013
Again so I subside
nudged by the softening
driftwood of your body,
tangle on you like a water-
weed caught
on a submerged tree limb

with sleep like a swamp
growing, closing around me
sending its tendrils through the brown
sediments of darkness
where we transmuted are
part of this warm rotting
of vegetable flesh
this quiet spawning of roots

released
from the lucidities of day
when you are something I can
trace a line around, with eyes
cut shapes
from air, the element
where we
must calculate according to
solidities

but here I blur
into you our breathing sinking
to green milleniums
and sluggish in our blood
all ancestors
are warm fish moving

The earth
shifts, bringing
the moment before focus, when
these tides recede; and we
see each other through the
hardening scales of waking

stranded, astounded
in a drying world

we flounder, the air
ungainly in our new lungs
with sunlight steaming
merciless on the shores of morning
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6182 Feb 20, 2013
"Come on my heart, cruel and insensible soul,
My darling tiger, beast with indolent airs;
I want to plunge for hours my trembling fingers
In your thick and heavy mane;

In your petticoats filled with your perfume
To bury my aching head,
And breathe, like a faded flower,
The sweet taste of my dead love.

I want to sleep, to sleep and not to live,
In a sleep as soft as death,
I shall cover with remorseless kisses
Your body beautifully polished as copper.

To swallow my appeased sobbing
I need only the abyss of your bed;
A powerful oblivion lives on your lips,
And all Lethe flows in your kisses.

I shall obey, as though predestined,
My destiny, that is now my delight;
Submissive martyr, innocent damned one,
My ardor inflames my torture,

And I shall suck, to drown my bitterness
The nepenthe and the good hemlock,
On the lovely tips of those jutting breasts
Which have never imprisoned love."
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6183 Feb 20, 2013
The many things that happen, the many forms that life takes on, are of an ephemeral nature. They are all fleeting. Things, bodies and egos, events, situations, thoughts, emotions, desires, ambitions, fears, drama … they come, pretending to be all-important, and before you know it they are gone, dissolved into the no-thingness out of which they came. Were they ever real? Were they ever more than a dream, the dream of form?”

“We are a lonely people, a morbid, crazed herd thrashing about in a zealous frenzy, trying to forget that we are not what we think we are, not really united, not really devoted to one another, not really listening, not really anything, just digits shuffled about by some unseen hand in a calculation which doesn’t concern us.”

“Question your thoughts.
Question your stories.
Question your assumptions.
Question your opinions.
Question your conclusions.
Question them all into utter emptiness,
stillness and joy.
The keys to freedom are in your hands.
Use them.”
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6184 Feb 20, 2013
Colorado Chick wrote:
<quoted text>. WHAT A FREAKIN' AZZWIPE ASSUMPTION, DUDE!! Adrian had many alias names..BUT ONE thing STANDS out..HIS Passion for Poetry. Whether it is taken from long dead poets OR his own work...HE is SHARING..the Beauty of Ages past and of the present. Reading his prose, transports you to a time where all was pristine and pure..NEVER letting the door cracked for Hatred to seep through...His exquisite taste of words, sensually placed to captivate your very being...just as a Man's tender caress on a Woman's breast... touches your inner soul of delight... YOU ROCK, Adrian!!
Thank you honey, you know I love you.....

I believe in the worlds inside your mind.
I know how it feels to want to be everywhere at once-
all around the world on every level and
I know it's exhausting, being.

It feels as though you are
everywhere except your own body.

Your soul can't hear itself.

But when you are
in your life
present in your body and
your soul knows your mind
and the worlds there
and you are here
you know this existence is fascinating.

It won't stop compelling you to open your eyes.
this Is what it means to live?

I'm just trying to ride the waves I'm given.

Welcome family, if you need anything just ask.

. my philosophy.

. demandez-moi quelque chose

CC I think that you're very beautiful.

~Adrian DeVine.

“New & Improved..”

Level 8

Since: Oct 07

Formerly From Kenya

#6185 Feb 20, 2013
Colorado Chick wrote:
<quoted text>. WHAT A FREAKIN' AZZWIPE ASSUMPTION, DUDE!! Adrian had many alias names..BUT ONE thing STANDS out..HIS Passion for Poetry. Whether it is taken from long dead poets OR his own work...HE is SHARING..the Beauty of Ages past and of the present. Reading his prose, transports you to a time where all was pristine and pure..NEVER letting the door cracked for Hatred to seep through...His exquisite taste of words, sensually placed to captivate your very being...just as a Man's tender caress on a Woman's breast... touches your inner soul of delight... YOU ROCK, Adrian!!
If you think Addnothing has ever had any poetry you are truly the azzwipe..

here ya go
http://books.google.com/books...
its last works..

it is called plagiarism...

if it bothered to give source of its cut & paste I would care not...but if you believe it writes anything...you are a fool.

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