Business as usual for myself isn’t prosperous – it’s survival. It shouldn’t be this way. I often thought that if I can get rid of some habits and focus more on my prosperity I would be happier. And I have conflicting needs that’s not helping at all. So, what can prone away to get toContinue reading “03.31.2024”
Author Archives: Eugene Hardy
A trapped rat
I admit that I’m not the most intelligent of rats. I’m trapped in this trap. Though it didn’t kill me, My nightmare is that I will never escape.
Death on 9th Street
“San Diego, CA., Most Beautiful City In America.” Grieving, candles burning the streets. Someone died here. Two days ago, A tent neighborhood was here, ‘luxuary’ apartments towering above. And the neighborhood is gone.
I shouldn’t have have had that cigarette….
It was OK Before that hill. My walking slowed to a crawl And breathing became labored. But you can’t put coins in a ATM, So now I have to have another one….
12.03.2023
06:22 pm If it looks like Donald Trump, sounds like Donald Trump and stages an insurrection, then he deserves and earned his seat in court and jail. But it’s 2023. For myself, the country of the United States cannot be taken seriously. I used to write and blog more because of issues like this, butContinue reading “12.03.2023”
To Do List
Write Read Walk…. to create worlds and then go to them My feet crushes alabaster snow In foothills, where dear shoot men for dinner At the summit the orgies can last for eternity. But I have nothing to read they torched all the libraries. So I read the graffiti on the walls. I walked toContinue reading “To Do List”
A tale of two libraries.
A guard walks through, watching people at public desk tops. The library is new, but feels like a prison…. There is a old building that was once a main library built in the ’40s. The homeless now camp on it’s sidewalk blocking pedestrians. Neither is truly free.
Bobo
It’s been dry all winter, So when the fire came, the forest was ready to burn. I cannot flee. They caught me when I was young, still attach to mother. I know I’m not tied down, yet I cannot flee. Tents burn, people and animals scatter to escape. The air is getting thinner….
What are you?
Are you a toaster? A painting? Or are you what You create? I’m someone perfecting myself as a sexual being. I am a bearer of orgasm And ecstacy. This is my way.
Who are we?
People walking, while people sleep in the streets. Is that an emotion, A sense of helplessness? A powerlessness, despite having wealth Or fame. Are we a people anymore? Are we human, Are you human?
Liferaft in the Abyss 