Bringin’ down my fixedbayonet,I just missed your heart,a vision of killing youover andover again. Haven’t I won this war? I sat victorious in mydecaying throne room,the sandsmy only company? Only it ain’t earth,but Mars,My long lost deadBrother comingback formore….
Category Archives: Personal Journal
10.09.2022
The first time I heard the word the ‘woke’ in the work place, I was working a temporary employment assignment. Within two hours f hearing that word I was relieved of that assignment, and the agency I worked for didn’t supply me with a new assignment. It’s likely they looked me up, and didn’t likeContinue reading “10.09.2022”
I am death, a poem.
I couldn’t drive, because my body refused to stay seated, And learned to walk instead. Looking in any mirror a dead man smiles a wane smile. Only life exist in the present, but shackled to past, or fearful of the future is death. How many times should I kill myself to know Life?
below average, a poem.
I wonder whatmy other Selveswould say to me…. “You say you sexless than three mena week?…. “You must sexually starved.” I say, “the quality is OK,but everyone knows your name….” “although they hit the spot, some ofthem willdull your spirit and consume you like poppers….” “and the homeless suffer more….” But of course, they wouldn’tContinue reading “below average, a poem.”
My first memory of Elizabeth II, a poem
She driven in an old convertable In a black and white film. How pretty, So sad.
09.08.2022 9:13 am
I have had this feeling for awhile now; that I died. I have no more to say, at this moment.
Is it getting hotter? #1, a poem.
….needy, needy people,sweating in thesun. The wateris drying up. Dams and reservoirscannot holdwhat isn’t there. Your AC works just fine…. Until the lightsGoes out.
the needy, a poem.
LA is grittier than San Diego; more smoke cigarettes, more women wearin’ tight jean shorts. Some are wealthy Some are not. All are needy of being human. In the 2nd Confederacy, they burn books and women are ordered to give birth, with babies holding bibles….
08.20.2020
If you didn’t know, I lost confidence in the human race in 2020. I have kept mostly to myself. Although I still know my judgment is fair, I can’t stop thinking about how I could help humanity to live to its fullest potential. Yet, I realized sometime ago that I don’t effect many peoples’ livesContinue reading “08.20.2020”
08.09.2022
I don’t believe in being helpless. I have never, (at least not in my memory. I don’t count being knockedout, or knocked down, because I speak not only physical reality, but also the mind and spirit), considered myself “helpless.” Further, there are situations that can only be handled by the individual, because there is noContinue reading “08.09.2022”
Liferaft in the Abyss 