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 Mysticism
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.
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.”
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”
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”
Where’s the OFF switch?
A procreativeforceit makes babies,but there’sno babies. Sacred fun.Recreational bliss. And yet I’m lonely.
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.”
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.”
11.13.2021
I love science fiction, and will likely die loving science fiction. But the thing about science fiction is that it intends to be a crystal ball of the future. And of late, that crystal ball isn’t showing a good picture. The thought of there still being a gulf of income inequality and poverty disturbs me,Continue reading “11.13.2021”
Liferaft in the Abyss 