Personal Mysticism – Page 5 – Liferaft in the Abyss

I roam the world nude, a poem

First to go was my family, then some friends and associates. Left the city of my birth, then the city of my childhood. Old allegiances to country had go, because my country had no allegiances to Me. Religion made war against me so I declared it usless. And corporates don’t ever pay well. I roamContinue reading “I roam the world nude, a poem”

“Good morning”, a poem.

You awake and the sun shines, that is a good morning… There are no beholding or worshiping a Lord or God, just being and the survival of another day, free to strive and prosper. And so be happy, Good morning!

…the poor has always suffered….

“….join my army or else….” “….be my wife or else….” “….pray to me or go to hell….” “….work for me or starve,become homeless….” In Africa children minecolbot for cellphones held by latte sipping ladies. Is it the mentalityOf humanityorhumans need tokeep someone down? People sleepin the streets,dirty,seeminglyunseen incommercial doorways But life has neverbeen better.

Naw, I’m not a Real Man…., a poem

Naw, this is not aconfession buta state of being. Can’t get withtakin’ women’s rightsto abortion, can’tget with facist power grabs. Can’t get witha population thatis willin’ to liveenslavedbecause youbringin’downthehumancondition. “Land of the free….”

09.09.2021

I admit with a heavy heart, that I do not know how to write the things that concern me, and that’s OK. But because that doesn’t excuse me from raising my voice and pointing at obvious wrongs, it is a burden I will bear. Yes, racism is pretty bad, and the restrictions on voting rightsContinue reading “09.09.2021”

….by the way, you’re bleeding to death….a poem

Insult turned to brawling, turned to wars without end…. We’ve bled you and I, for country, glory and and excuses. Death comes to us all, so we are not afraid of dyin’, But how and why we die? I remember dyin’, a spear through my heart, seekin’ glory. No one remembers me. Will anyone rememberContinue reading “….by the way, you’re bleeding to death….a poem”

A state of civil war….a poem

I’m at war,with the unincorporatedSelf and it’s allies,society. We were not always enemies,But whole,With a single purpose:To exist, grow and prosper. Lean, lightly muscled with a clear mind. Now, we are a state ofCivil war. My enemies will join me,or die.

Naw, I don’t want to be a dog….a poem

I put on a collar one time. Wanted to get that feel.But then I’m nota real dog. I hate to beg,I prefer steak,not doggy food. And I want to havenon doggy feelingslike Eros andwhy magichappens. Naw,I’ve seen how Masterstreat their doggies. From having to poop inpublic to being chained,beaten justbecause youhump? And some Mastersare unbelievablycruel,Continue reading “Naw, I don’t want to be a dog….a poem”

What is a Satyr to do?

I came here forA vacation: Best sex denIn the Milky! But when I leave,I will rip the hostel managera new hole,And rim him until he screams! The people are real,And orgasms inall the right places,but do so withguilt and stigma. With little spiritor soul. Goddess! I hate this place….….because I pressedthe emergency release doors…. (Shi!t!IContinue reading “What is a Satyr to do?”

05.10.2021

WELL, it looks like I won’t be getting vaccinated against Covid 19 at my neighborhood clinic, unless I get the Johnson & Johnson vacine. I was willing to do get the Johnson & Johnson version out of desperation, but my best friend would have had cow when I told her, and would likely hunt meContinue reading “05.10.2021”