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.
Category Archives: Personal Journal
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….
I need a drink….
….but the wells are turquoise green.All the liquor is gone. Fallen buildings and crater,exposed sewage andanimal sounds,I can’t sleep here. Conversing crows lookdown upon me.
Every Day, a poem.
Sometimes, I trully wished that I was assembled. To smile knowing I’m disposeable and not be missed when I am gone. Of course, I remember my roots. Black people can’t be judges some think, because they should only be dish washers and athletes. My my, that’s the home of brave. But when I literally shedContinue reading “Every Day, a poem.”
Learning Curve, a poem.
I’ve seen people wondering the streets. A man, yelling it was the end of the world. I would not have noticed him hadn’t he had a huge dong, fully erect. I met a good friend from elementary school. It was great to see him, until he pulled out a .22 and robbed me. I wonderContinue reading “Learning Curve, a poem.”
Faster than light, a poem.
I ran and ran, but couldn’t catch him. He dwindled, his form growing smaller. Did he run from me because my fire and love were just too much? Or was it my B.O.? Was it too light or did it kill his nose? Next time, I’ll be faster than light.
Liferaft in the Abyss 