Eugene Hardy

Smokin’ Rome, a poem

A man askedif I would helpwith the bucketbrigade tosave Rome fromburning. I said no, andand litmy cigarette fromamong it’s flames. I smiled atoothless grin, ~puff~

I admit with a heavy heart, that I do not know how to write the things that concern me, and that’s OK. But because that doesn’t excuse me from raising my voice and pointing at obvious wrongs, it is a burden I will bear. Yes, racism is pretty bad, and the restrictions on voting rightsContinue reading “09.09.2021”

They sell themselves short….a poem.

People put up with too much; for the sake of peace, or to gain wealth. In doing so they swallow their pride and then stop listening to their inner voice. For a since of peace They will gladly abandon their homes and sacrifice their children. Only to buy homelessness. For wealth they sell their soulsContinue reading “They sell themselves short….a poem.”

….by the way, you’re bleeding to death….a poem

Insult turned to brawling, turned to wars without end…. We’ve bled you and I, for country, glory and and excuses. Death comes to us all, so we are not afraid of dyin’, But how and why we die? I remember dyin’, a spear through my heart, seekin’ glory. No one remembers me. Will anyone rememberContinue reading “….by the way, you’re bleeding to death….a poem”

6 Mile and Woodward Ave., a poem

Old litter sit in gutterswhile ladieswalk the corner, onereceiving prayer. The coffee cups aren’t free,But you can buy it with coffee. I’ve never been this far awayfrom home,only to find6 Mile and Woodward Ave. But isn’t that cornereverywhere?

08.12.2021

I realize that I write as form mercilessly self torture. That my writings could help change someone’s life by perhaps not repeating my mistakes. But there is no way that I can tell that people have changed their lives because of something I have posted. But I write. It is my hope that there isContinue reading “08.12.2021”

Docile Dating Pool, a poem

Women are beautiful,
But can’t date or sleep
with them.

A state of civil war….a poem

I’m at war,with the unincorporatedSelf and it’s allies,society. We were not always enemies,But whole,With a single purpose:To exist, grow and prosper. Lean, lightly muscled with a clear mind. Now, we are a state ofCivil war. My enemies will join me,or die.

Naw, I don’t want to be a dog….a poem

I put on a collar one time. Wanted to get that feel.But then I’m nota real dog. I hate to beg,I prefer steak,not doggy food. And I want to havenon doggy feelingslike Eros andwhy magichappens. Naw,I’ve seen how Masterstreat their doggies. From having to poop inpublic to being chained,beaten justbecause youhump? And some Mastersare unbelievablycruel,Continue reading “Naw, I don’t want to be a dog….a poem”

07.19.2021

If you may have noticed, I removed the “Missing Persons page. I haven’t deleted it, because I know in my heart that I can do a better job, but haven’t. So until I get my act together, it will stay pulled. However, the number of people missing scares me. Because some of those missing peopleContinue reading “07.19.2021”