03.04.2022

I can not speak for another human being, I can only speak for myself. I’m nearly always sad seeing someone homeless, or emotionally disturbed. Not just about their human condition, but also my own. I’m always plagued by the thought “why doesn’t someone help them out?” Then of course I how I can help. ToContinue reading “03.04.2022”

What would Captain America say?, Prose poetry.

….that Hydra has taken over, wearing make America great again…. ….black boys being gunned down sleeping on a couch…. ….or eating ice scream after a hard days work…. All in the name of America. Would he be cool with denying abortions, (women, back in the kitchen with ya, he, he!). Would he weep?

State Issued Chastity Belts, A poem.

Why are some women wearing State issued chastity belts? Cowardly men, holding those keys. Question these men, They through a bible at you. But as you duck the last verse thrown, you see the reasons: These men fear loss of power and status, an inability to adapt and not recognizing women as full human beings,Continue reading “State Issued Chastity Belts, A poem.”

It’s OK to cry, a poem.

I cry about,the amount of polyesterin my clothing. It is often cheaply made,Overly glossy,and likely to catch fire. I cry about pass foolishness,often forgetting the wisdom thatit taught me. But I don’t know my beginning or end, and thats OK. I like to keep my head small, to ensure that I can fit through theContinue reading “It’s OK to cry, a poem.”

Wow, Civilization is still here?

Thousands of Russian troops and armor, on the Ukrainian border like some Civilization game. The US, distracted from within by it’s lack of honor, citizens losing their rights like rotting fruit. The homeless grow in numbers, as more chairs disappear and the music stops. Billionaires buy more super yachts and bunkers escape to, But thereContinue reading “Wow, Civilization is still here?”

Basic vs. Premium, a poem

All the cows and sheep, All the grains and wool are gone. Then we ate wolves and crows, then all that was left was carbon. We could not eat our money, I mean, we ain’t animals! Basic carbon is for the poor, Premium is for the wealthy. Basic carbon looks like two-day old oatmeal. PremiumContinue reading “Basic vs. Premium, a poem”