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”
Author Archives: Eugene Hardy
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”
Recurring nightmares….a poem
10.25.2021
I get tears iny eyes everytime I read an Isaac Asimov novel. My first time reading it in probably a decade, tears fell when I read my favorite quote. And then, two months later evertime I read something like ‘Seldon’s men’. Don’t get me wrong, I love Asimov’s work, it just destroys my heart toContinue reading “10.25.2021”
“Good morning”, a poem.
You awake and the sun shines, that is a good morning… There are no beholding or worshiping a Lord or God, just being and the survival of another day, free to strive and prosper. And so be happy, Good morning!
10.15.2021
I have to say that my failing characteristic is to never let go of a friend — even if that means that I’m heading in different direction in life. Is that a good or bad thing? I have to say neither, because my friendship is based on love, and not a life direction. To beContinue reading “10.15.2021”
…the poor has always suffered….
“….join my army or else….” “….be my wife or else….” “….pray to me or go to hell….” “….work for me or starve,become homeless….” In Africa children minecolbot for cellphones held by latte sipping ladies. Is it the mentalityOf humanityorhumans need tokeep someone down? People sleepin the streets,dirty,seeminglyunseen incommercial doorways But life has neverbeen better.
Naw, I’m not a Real Man…., a poem
Naw, this is not aconfession buta state of being. Can’t get withtakin’ women’s rightsto abortion, can’tget with facist power grabs. Can’t get witha population thatis willin’ to liveenslavedbecause youbringin’downthehumancondition. “Land of the free….”
Horses a No, no?
A white guy on the bus complained about policemen forbidden to use horses. I asked, “and what about whips?” The white guy shut up. Wondered where the attack dogs and water canons were. They still have rubber bullets and knees on necks.
I was raised in a Cage, a poem
The walls were most bare during the rare prey seasons and leaves long disintegrated. Outside my Cage, the world was false and gilded. I’m free now, but there Is no one to mate With because I’m too rare: Bisexual, non-Abrahamian, Spiritually sexual Black guy…. Seeks sexually needy Sex dreamer and Wiccan, either sex can apply….Continue reading “I was raised in a Cage, a poem”
Liferaft in the Abyss 