About adagio_sabadicus


I am but a man of the books, keep of a small bookshop in the south...catching dust mites on my shelves. I profess love for sensuality and dislike weaken porn-corn as it demeans one's who love erotica. Sheep skinned in Philosophy and a particle of Psychology, seeking not numerology of gatherings and friends for accolades. Egos, please do not approach me with patronizing and whims...I am no one's Dude, Cuz, Man, Bro or any other synonym of a rain barrel. I am not in quest of fools who don't fit into society due to slogging in their egos up to their necks, winging on words of depressed souls. In their bogs they slide, swallowing one more noun of the bottle...it's not my tea to sympathize with their quiche or unbalanced table of their mind.

My words have come a long way in getting to my point of center, yet have many seeds yet to sow.

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I am a news junkie and admirer of the various arts, with reading books a comforter when just chilling.
Favorite Books:
Any book that will call me back to my couch and keep me turning the pages.
Favorite Authors:
One's that my eyes have yet to read
Favorite Movies:
To me the John Adams mini series was best that i have seen. I like old black and whites also. There is something about nostalgia.
Favorite Music:
Give me jazz like MJQ and Fourplay or give me blues like Bob Margolin and Stacy Mitchhart. Give me Sinatra, Celine Dion and Mel Torme. Give me Jerry Lee Lewis, Janis Joplin and the Stones. Give me Dwight Yokum, Garth Brooks and George Jones.
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24 Jan 2013
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Stories Published By adagio_sabadicus
The Prosing Sloth

Titled, The Caws of Soughs,  Jaak Dawes in person, I fame my name. The 'quistor of Haggs towne village. Powdered wig on noggin, I swat, Ascot of silk in my attire, Bold in dark, the prosing sloth. Grasping the quill, ink slew it's brine, From quiver of the well, galls of oak, Stains of my parchment writ.  Suitor in my poetic scroll, Barer of poetic brew, arbiter of soul,...

Added 30 Jul 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 310 | 2 Comments

Maiden's Sin

In scripting with my ambling pin, 'Neath trees in green orchard lay,  Wisp of whispers, speaking to me  And butterflies dancing, maiden's sin.  Setting of the 'oontime rum, My swill 'bout to overtake me, Halos in bright of my peeking, Playing seeing's on my flask.  Sensually awakening my dreaming be, Flirtatious she, tempting my sanity, On shadows of written afore pages, My...

Added 29 Jul 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 388 | 4 Comments

Scattered About

Still of silence wafting, Like stale skies potpourri,  Scent of yesterdays kisses  And death of my dahlia,  In a room without straw. Cracked panes, the windows, Soot on the past embers,  Frozen dust in the corners, Memories of our fires And kindling love. Years before aging bones, Dancing in twilight, our desires,  Now the harpsichord has dead keys  And wreath of acorns in...

Added 28 Jul 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 495 | 7 Comments

Essence Of Meditation

In quiet I compose silence and meditation Whispering senses of tranquility about me Coming incense of spirituality Sensually opening ways of my soul On waves of my thirsting surf rising I sigh the fruit of tantric psalms Hands caressing my virility Hence the aura of serenity I feel Like soft flesh of orange essence I thrill new awakening...

Added 27 Jul 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 627 | 7 Comments

Twelve Steps Below the Sun

In lieu of awards and applause, Beneath the spotlights And opera glasses of good taste, I prefer solitude when clouting, At Twelve Steps Below the Sun, Three fingers of the rum. My scripts of curbing at midnight, Streets of red lights and bordellos, Silence of enquiring whispers, Odd-lots my communal 'stablishment, Solicitously about my fanfare And gracefully down to the bare bones. ...

Added 26 Jul 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 713 | 11 Comments

Tapping's Of My Heart

In still, the shadows hint the stirring of trees,  Coming of the dusk, insuring hours of hark, As my pulse quickens in lusty fashion And I in my candor, reading Annabel Lee. Sloshing of the tides upon the rocks slop And I in nightshirt take big chill, Of the visitor in my day dreams, Caressing the passion of my be. In mist of clouds, my seeing eyes blear, As I adjust comfort on...

Added 25 Jul 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 723 | 12 Comments

Sowing My Bloats

Sowing my bloats, song-sung of melodies, In real time, thrashing about in my mind-valise,  Converging on directions, askew of my ample, Supposing with cast of my rum, New verses arising. Pleasing acquiescence, my soul about me, Wrappings of my sensuality, I aspire good write,  Betroth in prose-lock of my flirtatious proclivity's  And demeanor this night, Warmth of the fire inspires me. ...

Added 24 Jul 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 10 | Avg Score 4.9 | Views 634 | 7 Comments

Winter Weeds

In the Autumn of the past year,  Laying down between laurels, You went home to whiter cotton, Leaving me in sorrows of tears And winter weeds in the rock garden. Like an angel you sang me in sleep, Songs of love we use to dance to, Whispering your sweet halos  And brushing back your red hair, With stones of blue, in your coronet.  Wiles of the devil played ruse on me, Taking you...

Added 23 Jul 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 17 | Avg Score 5 | Views 689 | 14 Comments

Butterfly Milk

Of 'morrows happiness, Sushine tears aglow,  Beautiful webs of silk, Green clover and mint, Vanilla rain falling And marshmallow skies With candles. Sprinkling confection, Caressing me awake, Like hints of treats,  Candy in your hands,  Whispering in sweets And butterfly milk  With straws. Falling pollen of snow, Resting on your wee nose,  Loving you is easy When honeysuckle...

Added 22 Jul 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 18 | Avg Score 5 | Views 739 | 17 Comments

Evoking My Winkle

A cause me not to repose this sunset, In iteration, I speak of Insomnia,  Wench of my indulgent speaking,  Afflatus of my meandering scroll. Shed light of peeking darkness, Sensuality she touches my animus, In kittenish correlation we compose, Titillation of the stimulus. Lyrical of praxis script murmur,  Cajoling ravenous lips searing,  Ribald in banter of rouse, Awed in accord...

Added 21 Jul 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 702 | 7 Comments

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