Eugene Hardy

Where’s the OFF switch?

A procreativeforceit makes babies,but there’sno babies. Sacred fun.Recreational bliss. And yet I’m lonely.

For Micheal and Dad, a poem of mourning.

My brother, my brother!Please be at peace! I wonder how you’re doing,Having faith that youstill exist. Be not in turmoil,Or surfer our father’s death. Dad is strong,and I hope you areat peace with him. You’re both gone,but you are forever in myHeart. I love you both,and sometimes long tobe with you. Peace. (My brother passedContinue reading “For Micheal and Dad, a poem of mourning.”

The many faces of Aku, a poem.

An evil shape shifting demon, On a planet not so far Away, wanted complete domination and souls of everyone. He infested the worlds’ money, so that all are enslaved and that few will rise…. His lies becomes truth in the weak minded…. He exploints differences and cheats. But there are weapons that has defeated him.Continue reading “The many faces of Aku, a poem.”

11.29.2021

I’ve hit another dry spell…. I watched George Floyd die, over and over again. Has any of YOU watched it? Until you do, you may never understand where I’m coming from. If you have never been discriminated against for the color of your skin, or for your spiritual preference or sexual orientation, then you doContinue reading “11.29.2021”

10.07.2021(?)

No, this isn’t really poetry, which is why there’s a date as title. I write a post like this because I lack the confidence in giving you the reader my thoughts. If you are a US citizen, you should have plenty of reasons to worry about the state of this country, and what conservatives andContinue reading “10.07.2021(?)”

Critic in the backroom, a poem.

‘I did it!, I did it! I’ve gone celibate!’ (Ah, that’s what you say to all the guys and gals! then next Tuesday it’s off to the orgies again!) ‘Do you dought me?’ I’m free of being sexually attached, free to explore….anything…. (But liar, you’re not gonna miss phalluses and vaginas?’ The pleasure? The worship?Continue reading “Critic in the backroom, a poem.”

11.13.2021

I love science fiction, and will likely die loving science fiction. But the thing about science fiction is that it intends to be a crystal ball of the future. And of late, that crystal ball isn’t showing a good picture. The thought of there still being a gulf of income inequality and poverty disturbs me,Continue reading “11.13.2021”

Truth

Should I give them up my pockmarked truths? (Each scar-shamed one.) Are they deemed too blunt and ugly, now? (Although hard-won.) As if uneartheddirt-bound like postholes underabandoned ancient sites which only speak to usin ash. In charcoal’s black. From lives undone. By sufferingsthat came on fast. Remorselessly unjust. And where (however muchitsContinue reading “Truth”

I roam the world nude, a poem

First to go was my family, then some friends and associates. Left the city of my birth, then the city of my childhood. Old allegiances to country had go, because my country had no allegiances to Me. Religion made war against me so I declared it usless. And corporates don’t ever pay well. I roamContinue reading “I roam the world nude, a poem”

11.5.2021

I often wonder at times why I still live in a racist country that is also said to be the leader of the free world. That statement above is so laughble that I wonder if it’s worth writing about. Then I wonder what does ‘freedom’ mean? Freedom can’t mean that it is allowable to restrictContinue reading “11.5.2021”