Personal Mysticism – Page 2 – Liferaft in the Abyss

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.

07.26.2023

0935 I seemed to have developed a bad habit of looking gifted horses in the mouth. BTW, have any of you spoken to a Trojan lately? Well, I found an apartment in downtown San Diego….. it’s a cockroach infested 125 sqft space missing the tub I needed, which management refused to let me inspect beforeContinue reading “07.26.2023”

(pop)

I was high above themountainswhen I heardthe(*pop*). I threw outmy Mercedes,andMy jeweledRolex And still Iwentdown. I didn’t want tofreeze upthere, So I threwoutsome more. Over theside, over desertsI dumpedmy furs. I landed inOcean. I couldn’t swim,letting goMy ego,and felt…. Buoyant.

A Old Thing

Billion of years ago,A thing crawled froman ocean,Because there wasnothing leftfor it to eat. It ate everythingon the beach,then crawledintoa nearby forrest And ate,and ate,eventhetinyfurrybrownthings goteaten, Until the landsbecamea desert. With nothingleft,It crawledupAmountain,Diedandbecameextinct….

Myself, Included

Do I care about individual grains of sand? Humanity and human knowledge Is said to be vast, but Is no larger than a grain of sand. For all your glory you are nothing human. Myself included.

Dance date

I don’t know how Many times I’ve met my dancer. I didn’t go to my school prom, so didn’t die in the fire the night…. I think I saw him in the eyes of a twelve year old Black boy with a .38, HIV at age 24, gone in six months. And as I age,Continue reading “Dance date”

Sinking ship

The floor is wet, my feet are cold. I can feel the ship sinking, then remember Our tree outside, The one we planted together. The lake now embraces it’s trunk….

Stagnant

There was once constant flow, then earthquakes and tsunamis happened. The flows changed directions, civilization collapsed. River flows of algae feed seas of tears. No one is free.

Uncrusted

Accumulation upon, accumulation Of barnacles, rust and assorted minerals scrubbed away by sun shine laid him bare. A salamander dying in the sun….

Aw come on, death really that bad?

Is it that our fears drive us? Or our ignorance? I don’t know, but I’d like to believe both. All religions talk about death, but truly they don’t know Sh*t. I’d like to know, Because this life sucks. People living in tents in cities with empty buildiings. People with gold plated doctors may still dieContinue reading “Aw come on, death really that bad?”