I recently come to the realization on a few things. I have given it some thought and realized that ANY venom I spewed concerning the killings of black, brown and Asian people is something I should step back from, because it blinds me from more important things like trying to achieve some kind of enlightenmentContinue reading “05.28.2022”
Author Archives: Eugene Hardy
Internal Dialogue, a poem.
Internal Dialogue …. his back was turned From me, I heard a muffled voice, I should have killed ya’ when I had the chance….” The Warden politely coughed, “Pardon me?” “Sorry, Warden, I wasn’t Talking to you, sir. I was thinking of the friend Who put me in this chairContinue reading “Internal Dialogue, a poem.”
He couldn’t shot….a poem.
I liked penises,andwent to a man-whore’s house. Another kid caught me sneaking outat night, “got you you faggot!”and shotme dead. Went to hell,touched the flames….and they were fake. The devil was fake…. “pop” The boy pointed his revolverand I stood my ground, Then I walked away…. Lesson learned: the revolver is,but hell is fake.
05.10.2022
I don’t understand why we live in this world…. Yeah, I’m going to write poems about social issues, and I actually hope it makes you the reader uncomfortable. Because, if you are comfortable with the world, then I have failed. No, I do not believe people want to have their rights and freedoms taken away,Continue reading “05.10.2022”
14 billion mini mes….a poem.
The lecture hall is loud, many conversations, nothing discernible. Then all is quiet. “Today’s recurring thought is, ‘I’m not powerless’ Now repeat it, Again, again, Good! Excellent!! Now go out and terririze and conquer the day. Class dismissed!” And I’m more focused, Whole.
Little cowardly men….a poem.
Men of little hearts, fearful, greedy, spineless, throw bibles from bushes in Balboa Park, Dark in Supreme Court dresses at women they can’t have Or be. Their country pulling away, No matter how the cowardly pull at the people. I say, In my Betty Boop shorty shorts, ‘you’re fake, Let there be War….’ They pullContinue reading “Little cowardly men….a poem.”
04.28.2022
There are too many homeless on the streets of American cities, and I wonder how they got there. I think I was in my late twenties when Governor Engler shut down Michigan’s inpatient mental health centers. Almost immediately I noticed them on the streets. But what I see in San Diego everyday makes Michigan’s homelessContinue reading “04.28.2022”
Some stuff, some prose.
I’ve seen…. People keep so much, there is no room to live. 21st century life style, buying our lifestyles of glut, eating plastics in our fish. and child labor is OK. The wealthier you are, the weaker you grow.
A personal problem, a poem.
Some porn suggested, that I should give in to my desires…. I desire a higher purpose than merely being alive. My life matters! My death matters! What matters most Is the Fermi Paradox….
Old soldiers shouldn’t die in bed, a poem.
They say old soldiers die hard in bed, having no wars to fight. That seems silly, When all I see is war. Old soldiers, if you still have a heart, be still and listen…. it beats with sounds drums! Then….march….
Liferaft in the Abyss 