About adagio_sabadicus
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"I ONCE MET A PERSON WHO KNEW IT ALL AND NOTHING MORE. I DO NOT FEEL A NEED TO REINVENT MYSELF OR GET INTO A NUMBERS GAME. TO ME, FRIENDS ARE MORE THEN A NUMBER."

Owner of a small bookshop down-south. Graduate of a university up-east with a degree in Psychology, Philosophy and Sociology. I am offended by lies from those who have to pretend the truth...the ones who are mired in their own quicksand. A writer when the pen feels comfortable in my hand. I could care less about the color of Batman's cape, cowboy hats, lizards that spit fire or mutts that howl at bunny rabbits and playing Ding Dong school. I hung that up many box-tops ago.

Name:
adagio_sabadicus
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
Single
Interests:
I am a news junkie and follower of current events...having no use for foolish liars and admirers of crap. COMMON SENSE and LOGIC rule the day. Art and reading when not working draw my interest...toss in conversation with like minded people.
Favorite Books:
Ones that I have yet to read.
Favorite Authors:
Ones that have character and dream.
Favorite Movies:
The John Adams series
Favourite TV Shows:
CNN and PBS
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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Stories Published By adagio_sabadicus
Bred To Me

The erotic culture bred to me by roads to darkness and sensuality, as in time of birth there are no lights on in the womb and now I abide my creed no flavoring in quiche or dichotomy in my quest.  And my scribbles scribe of meandering fingers upon the flesh  as clouds of sable gather before the rising of my horn, oh! how I can taste the cummin' after's of pearl oysters  between...

Added 20 Apr 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 578 | 3 Comments

Ferry We

Ferry we to ends of times and into eternity sail on lines of rhymes most evidently  as falls of a rainbow flow over our craft  with scent of orange pekoe tea  and the oarsman of the skiff needing only one lantern light.  Like medallions in your eyes of green with sparking stars my ever seen  the winds sing of caroling brings  sunsets in your tiara  my lasting endearment forever true ...

Added 19 Apr 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 574 | 5 Comments

When The Teardrops Call

When the teardrops call of my passing remember me well of stories I told and even dark communions, what of midnight mass! and my Irish whiskey.  I need not absolution when writing of taints in the hollow or snapping twats and wayfaring jocks with hot rocks,  all I need is several jiggers of sin.  And when the sinful bells toll of last gasp as I ride my last tail hanging on to tits ...

Added 18 Apr 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 580 | 7 Comments

Widow's Dew

Until the widow's dew and I lay me down to rest  as shadows cross over my pen, we will be like garden peas  from seed to pod in our infinity together in life's garden of it all with undying ink. And through autumn of our years with rains and snowfalls  beneath the umbrella of love I will kiss your loveliness,  as the dusk closes my eyes  until the widow's dew, and I lay me down...

Added 16 Apr 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 638 | 8 Comments

A Lovely Thing

It wasn't but a lovely thing on porch swing some time ago, when I first held your hand when we were teens and the fireflies wink. Then we went steady and you wore my class ring,  many springs ago at the prom  listening to Johnny Cash. It wasn't but a lovely thing, then you took my name and with champagne we danced, on porch we kissed. And then in winter's snow  you left me...

Added 15 Apr 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 626 | 8 Comments

My La-La

Like an eccentric wound up clock  with broken mainspring  as I indulge in sins and sipping dry gin,  in truth I pen realities' sins  of my cantankerous ways... that's the way my la-la blows. It wasn't but fleeting lick she sucked Nick's big dick  and now upon my mind she lays sublime, on the spine of new chapter six  with my penis in her archives... that's the way my la-la blows. ...

Added 14 Apr 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 6 | Avg Score 4.83 | Views 739 | 5 Comments

Calliope Tree

Like a carousel turning counter clockwise on an axis of fond memories,  the effervescence of you  beneath wind chimes that sing and calliope tree. In silence your kisses blow enchanting my sins, like sherry stirring my emotions  of soft breath from a decanter and scent of yesterday's wine. Now in caress of carousel rhymes  and sing-a-long times of sugaring kisses, we slide upon...

Added 13 Apr 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 568 | 6 Comments

Places Near

As Chopin is to nocturnes your melodies are to me,  with ringing chandeliers and whisperings in my ear of candles and lark  and far off places near. Under spell of romantic interludes  and angels gliding in mid air, wearing tiaras of love and ambrosia kisses.  you my Hosanna beneath moonlight  as Chopin tickles the keys....

Added 11 Apr 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 556 | 7 Comments

Tick-Tock

Hearing tick of tocks on winter's snow like a blanket of silk the sins blow,  as my whispering pen scribes  green eyes and rising tides of my thirst. More ticks of tock my words sow on thin ice of my darkening scrolls,  reaching out with a kiss I behold  words of spiritual thine. Laying my tongue upon swooned flesh as the scythe shears the winds,  on the toll of my farewell jesters...

Added 10 Apr 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 639 | 3 Comments

Other Side Of Good-Night

It is not my alone that sings melancholia  on the other side of good-night in the parley on my own get-togethers, for in words I verse silently discerning  of my angel lost in nirvana.   On wings of dust and puffed candles  they alit and kiss me in darkening grotto,  as my obelisk quills my sins  the yens of thirsting quests. Oh! what praise I shrill composing ambiguous  betwixt the...

Added 09 Apr 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 604 | 5 Comments

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