Hi doggie, a poem.

Hi doggie next-door. I wonder as you gaze at the rain fall, if you’ve ever been wet by it. The discomfort, the glory of experience being in it. Have you ever chased other animals for your survival? Likely not I guess. More likely, you’ve never, like your ‘parents’ never had discomfort or failure. Alas, itContinue reading “Hi doggie, a poem.”

NOTES: On Free Will

First, do we have free will? Or are the atheists and scientists right? That what we refer to as free will simply an illusion of our evolution? And if it exist, is free will a gift from the Gods? When I think of free will, I also think about who I am, and how having,Continue reading “NOTES: On Free Will”

For Micheal and Dad, a poem of mourning.

My brother, my brother!Please be at peace! I wonder how you’re doing,Having faith that youstill exist. Be not in turmoil,Or surfer our father’s death. Dad is strong,and I hope you areat peace with him. You’re both gone,but you are forever in myHeart. I love you both,and sometimes long tobe with you. Peace. (My brother passedContinue reading “For Micheal and Dad, a poem of mourning.”

The many faces of Aku, a poem.

An evil shape shifting demon, On a planet not so far Away, wanted complete domination and souls of everyone. He infested the worlds’ money, so that all are enslaved and that few will rise…. His lies becomes truth in the weak minded…. He exploints differences and cheats. But there are weapons that has defeated him.Continue reading “The many faces of Aku, a poem.”

11.29.2021

I’ve hit another dry spell…. I watched George Floyd die, over and over again. Has any of YOU watched it? Until you do, you may never understand where I’m coming from. If you have never been discriminated against for the color of your skin, or for your spiritual preference or sexual orientation, then you doContinue reading “11.29.2021”

Critic in the backroom, a poem.

‘I did it!, I did it! I’ve gone celibate!’ (Ah, that’s what you say to all the guys and gals! then next Tuesday it’s off to the orgies again!) ‘Do you dought me?’ I’m free of being sexually attached, free to explore….anything…. (But liar, you’re not gonna miss phalluses and vaginas?’ The pleasure? The worship?Continue reading “Critic in the backroom, a poem.”