Have You forgotten Me? On the playground, playing two man tag…. Then in the Great Library, where I stole our first kiss…. Then We ascended to the heavens…. Since then, When have been too busy with world issues and not enough of US. I miss Your divine feminine, matter how much porn I see, IContinue reading “Goddess, Goddess heed my prayer….a poem.”
Author Archives: Eugene Hardy
How do I save my bamboo plants, (“Fred”)?
To be honest I hate doing videos, I’m more comfortable living under a nice damp rock.But this is 2021, not 1847.So my question is how do I save Fred?Sincerely,Eugene.
Sorry, but I’m not that kind of sadomasochist….
Yes, yes!, I know, we look at those nudes in profiles, and forget the print. Yes! I love being tied down, but I am never powerless. I submit, bottom, manwwhore for the pleasure of It. But I don’t like the pain of my dis-spirited soul, knowing any I sleep with are likely not my soul-mateContinue reading “Sorry, but I’m not that kind of sadomasochist….”
Essential Worker, a poem.
We….. ….get up before dawn, eat, shower and take mass transit to work, if we are lucky…. We…. cannot work in the safety of our homes, Working for the minimum wage. No hazard pay or wealth incentives or federal/state support, always exposed to Covid_19. We could die leaving our families and estates poorer for patriotism?Continue reading “Essential Worker, a poem.”
02.17.2021: On Asian Elderly Attack
**sigh**
**sigh** What else can I say? To watch a slow moving coup, so slow that people don’t notice it. It creeps behind perceptions, behind Confederate flags, while people of color are killed while: buying a pack of cigarettes, or being gay, and not even accountants eating ice cream are safe. I’ve cried in rage whenContinue reading “**sigh**”
The Pool Goddess must be mad me….a poem.
Not a pool tablein sight. All of them are covered, pool cues put away in dusty racks. No beer or rum flows, all are bottled unused, Because the bars closed. The people are in the streets, awaiting brutality.
Question: Are people aware of their sexual energy?
Caged
Bars on my windows.Bars on my doorway, Put them up ourselves. Keep us safe, keeping our Troubles at bay. Safe in our homes we haveBecome imprisoned. Who imprisoned us?Did we do it? We can’t blame those Who would invade our Fortress, our home. Because they too are imprisoned. Who imprisoned us?Did ‘The Man’ cage us?Well,Continue reading “Caged”
I ain’t no angel….a poem
Sorry, I ain’t no Angel…. I am man-shaped, and I continuously burn, a living yellow flame…. From days of old, people have runned from my embrace, Fearing the passions I would share with them. Why do they flee me? In school, I would sometimes set my desk on fire just sitting with daydreams of loss….Continue reading “I ain’t no angel….a poem”
Liferaft in the Abyss 