I love old fashioned donuts, in a hate (love) relationship with cigarettes. I don’t eat three squares a day, nor Walk nearly enough. In arrogance, I’m the mightiest sorcerers and in humility so little I cannot see me from eye of the Milky Way, It’s sight so fine, seeing everything. But what I see disturbsContinue reading “Beware of the food you eat….”
Author Archives: Eugene Hardy
Quality, poem
To die in bed at a hundred…. …is it better even though you really never lived? sleeping behind a bush in Balboa Park or behind a bush on University? Is having never fought a battle good? Pampered Princes talking Wall Street or suburbanites being cool not serving while waving the flag. ….is it better whenContinue reading “Quality, poem”
An Affinity, poem
Why? Why is it that I see from the eyes of the homeless, of wants and needs, in a land of plenty. Maybe some were middle class, and others have nots, values of the American dream were over inflated the value for some, empty…. Or maybe an desperate need of freedom from society. I don’tContinue reading “An Affinity, poem”
Don’t eat crow!
I was starving, wet and cold walking down a road. I found a dead crow a couple of days old. It smelled, but I ate it anyway, then threw it back up. Eating crow, don’t do it. May not be good for stomach or soul.
5th and Broadway
Made a light post my home, leaning against it in lingerie or fishnets, seein’ all yah folks go by intent on your business some smile and say hello some ask my rate. others with rudeness shun me, and ask me to repent. what I do, I would do for free, but how else would aContinue reading “5th and Broadway”
Dust
Once, twice and maybe a score, I gave my heart…. None were malicious, But somehow, Inexplicably, They would, Drop my heart, Which shattered, Then, On the floor, They’d grind their heels Into the pieces, ‘Til all that was left Was dust…. I’ve put it back together, But it went slowly Using a microscope, Matching grainContinue reading “Dust”
Man In the Gutter
There’s a man name Civility, slowly being covered in snow. Slowly, the snow melts on tattered, stained, woolens in dark colors, holes in his shoes. Walkers pass him by, some glance at him, while others see a lump of cloths. Civility struggles to sit up, and bids them a hello, a good morning, a goodContinue reading “Man In the Gutter”
10.24.2020
So folks, anyone out there believes we live in a “artificial’ simulation”? Come, come, don’t be shy. We live in age where we can exchange ideas on a net work that spans the world and space itself. I mean, why not? I’m a YouTuber, meaning I watch a lot of interesting stuff concerning things likeContinue reading “10.24.2020”
Hollowed
In a room full of people yet you are alone. Can’t count your sex partners, though you’re alone. You share your city with hundreds of thousands, but share not your spirituality. How did I come into this world this way, this deserted island of existence? From: The Stone & Temple.
Awe
Awe… of raw being without thought,Intense energy of horrors and joy. Sometimes overwhelming. I imagined orgies and being gangbanded as ultimate experience, while experience told meI was a fool having traveled with far less numbers. It’s the essence, not the bounty of the fruit.
Liferaft in the Abyss 