My throat feels raw,constricted…. The ar is thick withwill h smog of cars andjets. For better air I mustrise above it. I want to breathe, as a freed man, fulfilled in deeds and In spirit. Some day, that will be.
Category Archives: Personal Mysticism
It’s a human right….
To end your life. How ever will know what’s over that hill you couldn’t clime, But instead out. It’s like leaving the theater on a good movie because of bad popcorn. Get over the, Then be richer for it.
10.24.2024
Is it true that everything has a cost? If true, what is the price of enlightenment? There are many schools of philosophy that may say yes to this logic, but I don’t think so. The ‘price’ of enlightenment may be a practice or ritual I might perform every evening. I only hope to enjoy itContinue reading “10.24.2024”
I don’t follow, I do this….
Fear, what is there to fear? Don’t do this and go to Hell, Or Naughty Naughty, Don’t enjoy that dick! You’ll be spanked and sent to Hell! I do this, I don’t care. I mean, are you even relevant? I mean I suck Fear’s dick every morning, So who’s the fuck are you? Why, I’llContinue reading “I don’t follow, I do this….”
Get up!: Message from the Self
Are kings and queens always fools? Do Gorgons fear to tread? No time to rest. No time for play. I have fooled myself into thinking I died. But eternity is a long time and I bore easily. There is only time for conquest.
03.31.2024
Business as usual for myself isn’t prosperous – it’s survival. It shouldn’t be this way. I often thought that if I can get rid of some habits and focus more on my prosperity I would be happier. And I have conflicting needs that’s not helping at all. So, what can prone away to get toContinue reading “03.31.2024”
To Do List
Write Read Walk…. to create worlds and then go to them My feet crushes alabaster snow In foothills, where dear shoot men for dinner At the summit the orgies can last for eternity. But I have nothing to read they torched all the libraries. So I read the graffiti on the walls. I walked toContinue reading “To Do List”
What are you?
Are you a toaster? A painting? Or are you what You create? I’m someone perfecting myself as a sexual being. I am a bearer of orgasm And ecstacy. This is my way.
Who are we?
People walking, while people sleep in the streets. Is that an emotion, A sense of helplessness? A powerlessness, despite having wealth Or fame. Are we a people anymore? Are we human, Are you human?
Airport 992
I ride buses to get to work, to visit friends. I ride the 992 to get to work, But more often I desire to jump on a plane and fly home. Here, black are seemingly always poor and of lower class. I’m only here to make money, Only be abused.
Liferaft in the Abyss 