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
My Shenandoah

My emotions run deep when in my obscurity beyond the shadows of the wall,  calling of the ague my thoughts of sensuality. Like tumbling waters over stones And the wilding of my offerings,  feverish kisses I scribe, hungering for you. It wasn't but a touch ago in meadows of flowers I held you so  And caressing your skin, I got the ague. Now the rapids of life wash over me  and...

Added 31 Mar 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 546 | 8 Comments

The Om

The om of my all-knowing see even in writing of sensuality, casting shadows on my epitome, my yen taking wind of many sins. And I in dark of my all alone and in quest the everlasting la,  as the whispers in sing bringing silence to my ears. From whence I have sung with revelers of my glee, lost in my Apollo the om of my all-knowing see. With breath of my whew  and séance with...

Added 29 Mar 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 560 | 4 Comments

Six Damn Inches

In the winds, wings of the mill carol  As my mind grinds out lust With the wash of ink-broth  And the shrill of my brunt. Sloshing about with naughty lines Six damn inches from her knickers As she strolls the shimming temper, Raising the hackles on my nape. Oh promise me! deep knee bends, When her lips grasp my jerking And my testicles shake the withers. Her cunt becoming lunch, Six...

Added 27 Mar 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 737 | 4 Comments

My Aggregate

In words of id I expressed with a fleeting of my pen at the calling of my wilding soul as tears from my eyes fled Oh! how you grasped my stickling stick long time past ago  in the unforgotten of my mortality some where near my Shiloh It wasn't but a moment's gasp and the howling wails blew as my simmering slew brew the sighing of the winds The snood of my fillet gave tingle the...

Added 22 Mar 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 696 | 5 Comments

Wilding Weeds

It wasn't but a time ago perhaps less than then  in meadows of wilding weeds and fragrant scent That I held you well in my songs  and now the lyrics have gone  the way of your departing As the thrills in the dell spent  wishing you swell in my thoughts of love lost in fragrant flowers   It wasn't but a time ago perhaps less than then I felt your sweet breath of kisses...

Added 19 Mar 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 645 | 6 Comments

Patois

Preaching abstinence of nay's my robust for lust and jongleur prose in my itinerant ways, with a penchant for particulars of grandiose curse in all that is patois giving laugh at my perverse. Not stifling my yen, those taint knockers of pen wishing to be on the top side of my thirst, as I sidestep oracles swarming of the fickle in covenant her bung giving rise of fuck.  With a cackling...

Added 17 Mar 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 716 | 8 Comments

Yoo-hooing

If only peekaboo's could know the daunting's of the days what mortal souls you and I and crying in the snow If only the everin' could hear  blessings you give to me beneath the sins in token  and faraway dreams If only peekaboo's could know  the wisp of your whispers  looking into your coppering eyes  they would sympathize I the bard and the yard bird of prose building a nest ...

Added 16 Mar 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 593 | 4 Comments

Set 'Em Neat

There is no antidote for sins so set 'em up neat  at the Dragon's Spittoon and Air Devils Inn Awaiting the lights on the barroom floor  debauchery me do my nine o'clock whore As she turns on the brass pole of ten with tits in flight and beneath the spins Three fingers of gin and a pocket full of grin with money ticking and pantomime licking While caterwauling, snowballing in mid air...

Added 14 Mar 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 759 | 4 Comments

1967 Vulva

Sometimes things happen. Sometimes people do things out of character, then sometimes...things are what they seem. The origins of sins in dreams usually originate in my sleep and shadows of my dark beseeching. Sometimes enhanced by the screaming of sluts hungering for the appendage between my thighs. Then sometimes things happen, as I will explain. "Optical illusions!' I don't think so. There...

Added 12 Mar 2015 | Category Supernatural | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,649 | 3 Comments

Oopsy-Daisy

In oopsy-daisy and good cheer And raising my beer From the Old Dragon's Inn Giving toast to minuets And Johann Bach While fiddling the fiddle And stirring beef stock Tomorrow we wed Reciting Longfellow And dining on corn bread In meadows of forget-me-nots Stewing in brine of happiness In oopsy-daisy and good cheer...

Added 11 Mar 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 6 | Avg Score 4.67 | Views 739 | 5 Comments

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