Submissions by AdamAmor (Adam Amor)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A World Traveling Adventurist Who Enjoys Exploring The More Experiment Sides of this Experience called Life. Author of Multiple #1 Best Selling Poetry Books ∆
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2015 9:45am
1st Oct 2015 9:45am
Son of A Gun (The Poetry Trilogy; the largest collection of poetry ever published)
Son of A Gun
Vultures dining on carcasses,
cultures of artist that,
act as if everyone is targeted,
and they are whether bisexual or bipartisan,
or both no vote only the onset of mainstream monarchism,
a subconscious stream of consciousness and orgy oceans,
consumed by a constant condition of consumerism,
an avalanche of retail therapy and the avant of avant-gardism,
doesn’t have to be a better product or improved edition,
just has to be better packaged and better marketed,
we don’t own anything anymore not even our own cognizance,
just...
Vultures dining on carcasses,
cultures of artist that,
act as if everyone is targeted,
and they are whether bisexual or bipartisan,
or both no vote only the onset of mainstream monarchism,
a subconscious stream of consciousness and orgy oceans,
consumed by a constant condition of consumerism,
an avalanche of retail therapy and the avant of avant-gardism,
doesn’t have to be a better product or improved edition,
just has to be better packaged and better marketed,
we don’t own anything anymore not even our own cognizance,
just...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2015 8:01am
23rd Jan 2015 8:01am
Rosary Prayers
Rosary Prayers ( from The Poetry Trilogy Vol. 2, available 2/2/15 )
Ring around the Rosy,
ring around the Rosy,
ashes ashes,
we all fall down…
Ring around the Rosy,
a song about the black plague,
cleverly disguised in a thin veil,
a catchy rhyme about mass graves…
Ring around the Rosy,
put on your doctors mask,
beak stuffed with lavender,
vodka in the flask,
Ring around the rosy,
clinging to my rosary,
the past is never that far passed…
We dream,
the collective nightmares,
that...
Ring around the Rosy,
ring around the Rosy,
ashes ashes,
we all fall down…
Ring around the Rosy,
a song about the black plague,
cleverly disguised in a thin veil,
a catchy rhyme about mass graves…
Ring around the Rosy,
put on your doctors mask,
beak stuffed with lavender,
vodka in the flask,
Ring around the rosy,
clinging to my rosary,
the past is never that far passed…
We dream,
the collective nightmares,
that...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2015 2:13am
14th Jan 2015 2:13am
Platinum Blond Bombshell
Platinum Blond Bombshell (The Poetry Trilogy Vol. 2, available 2/2/14)
Chic lookin' like death,
with her dyed platinum blond hair,
and her fake silicone tits,
you don't care so I don't care,
the less you wear,
the less impressed I am,
you get dressed up,
just to get messed up,
suck dick then get your teeth whitened,
you get done up,
just to get run up,
in,
when,
in the world was it ever okay,
to disrespect yourself that way?
Getting fckt by strangers,
without getting money or commitments,
that...
Chic lookin' like death,
with her dyed platinum blond hair,
and her fake silicone tits,
you don't care so I don't care,
the less you wear,
the less impressed I am,
you get dressed up,
just to get messed up,
suck dick then get your teeth whitened,
you get done up,
just to get run up,
in,
when,
in the world was it ever okay,
to disrespect yourself that way?
Getting fckt by strangers,
without getting money or commitments,
that...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2015 2:17am
13th Jan 2015 2:17am
Timeless Goddess (from The Poetry Trilogy: Vol. 2. coming soon...)
Love Pyramid
Her feminine essence is,
as raw and real,
as the Pyramids,
I bring offerings,
to be blessed,
on her temple steps,
I get lost,
within her ancient walls,
all else ceases to exist,
timeless,
nameless,
defineless,
ageless,
the greatest,
explorers and wisest sages,
could all get caught,
and lost within the mazes,
of her cavernous catacombs,
she could turn the greatest warrior,
into a canvas bag of bones,
strangely though here I'm right at home,
where others have...
Her feminine essence is,
as raw and real,
as the Pyramids,
I bring offerings,
to be blessed,
on her temple steps,
I get lost,
within her ancient walls,
all else ceases to exist,
timeless,
nameless,
defineless,
ageless,
the greatest,
explorers and wisest sages,
could all get caught,
and lost within the mazes,
of her cavernous catacombs,
she could turn the greatest warrior,
into a canvas bag of bones,
strangely though here I'm right at home,
where others have...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jan 2015 2:16am
13th Jan 2015 2:16am
Monsters / Mobsters (from The Poetry Vol. 2. coming soon...)
Monsters & Mobsters
Grey Goose vodka with guava,
all of us are monsters slash mobsters,
well dressed our recipe conquers,
honest,
no lies,
although I might conceal truths,
the truth,
is the rest of you just pay dues,
can't find me,
where they find you,
point A to point B,
point blank,
we break banks,
sky high IQ,
why try to test I,
you'd retire and say "bye",
if you knew,
what I know,
about you,
point "A" to point "B",
I "C" through...
Grey Goose vodka with guava,
all of us are monsters slash mobsters,
well dressed our recipe conquers,
honest,
no lies,
although I might conceal truths,
the truth,
is the rest of you just pay dues,
can't find me,
where they find you,
point A to point B,
point blank,
we break banks,
sky high IQ,
why try to test I,
you'd retire and say "bye",
if you knew,
what I know,
about you,
point "A" to point "B",
I "C" through...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2015 7:35pm
11th Jan 2015 7:35pm
Sin City
Sin City
This city,
smells like ketamine,
antiseptics,
bleach and betadine,
a mix of,
addictive,
substances,
injected,
into dysfunct,
fckt up kids,
subjected to,
false idols,
and fake romances,
reluctance is,
no match for,
abusive substances,
when the hope is lost,
and the rope is taught,
and we've given all there's left to give,
our imperial majesty,
is such a venereal tragedy,
our armed teeth,
have carnivorous cavities,
this is my,
Bohemian Rhapsody,
this Chameleon...
This city,
smells like ketamine,
antiseptics,
bleach and betadine,
a mix of,
addictive,
substances,
injected,
into dysfunct,
fckt up kids,
subjected to,
false idols,
and fake romances,
reluctance is,
no match for,
abusive substances,
when the hope is lost,
and the rope is taught,
and we've given all there's left to give,
our imperial majesty,
is such a venereal tragedy,
our armed teeth,
have carnivorous cavities,
this is my,
Bohemian Rhapsody,
this Chameleon...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2014 9:43pm
16th Oct 2014 9:43pm
Wild Side
WildSide
Once all the words have dissolved,
into the ether of it all,
we will be left here,
free, in free fall,
so hold me for a moment,
before you let me go,
to run back into the wilds,
the wilds that I know,
come take a walk on the WildSide,
and I'll show you where the rabbit hole goes…
For I am still untamed,
my hair still unkept,
my bag's always packed well,
but the rest of me's a mess,
I've come from the jungle,
to the wild west,
and to the wilderness I will return,
after my time in Babylon is spent,...
Once all the words have dissolved,
into the ether of it all,
we will be left here,
free, in free fall,
so hold me for a moment,
before you let me go,
to run back into the wilds,
the wilds that I know,
come take a walk on the WildSide,
and I'll show you where the rabbit hole goes…
For I am still untamed,
my hair still unkept,
my bag's always packed well,
but the rest of me's a mess,
I've come from the jungle,
to the wild west,
and to the wilderness I will return,
after my time in Babylon is spent,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2014 9:42pm
16th Oct 2014 9:42pm
Population Controlled (Drinking EBOLA COLA!)
Population Controlled
Over population,
is a somber problem,
when copulation,
leads to reproduction,
there's nothing wrong,
with a little bump and grind,
just as long,
as that doesn't lead to an incline,
in population,
over population,
will lead to only one destination,
the human races annihilation,
people,
procreating,
constantly,
co-creating,
more humans,
poor humans,
what are we doin',
do we want the future to be ruined?
people,
continue to populate,
while quality of life,...
Over population,
is a somber problem,
when copulation,
leads to reproduction,
there's nothing wrong,
with a little bump and grind,
just as long,
as that doesn't lead to an incline,
in population,
over population,
will lead to only one destination,
the human races annihilation,
people,
procreating,
constantly,
co-creating,
more humans,
poor humans,
what are we doin',
do we want the future to be ruined?
people,
continue to populate,
while quality of life,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Oct 2014 9:28pm
11th Oct 2014 9:28pm
Making Love With an Angel
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2014 4:08pm
27th Sep 2014 4:08pm
1, 2, One, Two
Here's a sample from Poetry Vol. 1, available 10/10/14 for FREE
1,2, One, Two
Here we go,
I'm gone into,
Gone in two,
in,
to,
In tune with,
the movement,
the truth is,
the truth when,
the youth is,
usually clueless,
to this,
kudos,
who rules,
the new school,
with the new rules,
who's new rules,
the new rules,
of the new schools,
are usually ruthless,
and reality bites,
but she's usually toothless,
what is,
commitment,
without,
addiction,
addictions,
to...
1,2, One, Two
Here we go,
I'm gone into,
Gone in two,
in,
to,
In tune with,
the movement,
the truth is,
the truth when,
the youth is,
usually clueless,
to this,
kudos,
who rules,
the new school,
with the new rules,
who's new rules,
the new rules,
of the new schools,
are usually ruthless,
and reality bites,
but she's usually toothless,
what is,
commitment,
without,
addiction,
addictions,
to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2014 5:12pm
25th Sep 2014 5:12pm
Habtamu
Habtamu
It was a rough morning,
for 'Aaron the Tourist'.
I arrived at 5am to the gates of The Lalibela's rock hewn churches,
I was there to meditate in prayer,
yet,
when I arrived at the gates,
the guardian of the gate asked for my ticket,
and upon showing him my ticket,
he asked for my passport,
which I did not have,
and was therefore promptly denied entry.
What made matters worse was the lack of communication,
the language barrier between me and the guard was upsetting,
and I had to count my breaths to keep calm.
...
It was a rough morning,
for 'Aaron the Tourist'.
I arrived at 5am to the gates of The Lalibela's rock hewn churches,
I was there to meditate in prayer,
yet,
when I arrived at the gates,
the guardian of the gate asked for my ticket,
and upon showing him my ticket,
he asked for my passport,
which I did not have,
and was therefore promptly denied entry.
What made matters worse was the lack of communication,
the language barrier between me and the guard was upsetting,
and I had to count my breaths to keep calm.
...
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