Category Archives: Personal Mysticism

What of my bros the Mayan and the Aztec?

Where are you guys? I’ve been to bathhouse and not a bronze dick anywhere! There were the lesbians enjoying themselves, they glow. But no Aztec gods in sight! Oh sure, I’ve tasted some flavors, known of true sacredness. I see you sometimes Mayan, In the curves of Forgotten Ulter of Sacrificial Lusts. But then that’sContinue reading “What of my bros the Mayan and the Aztec?”

04.07.2021 – 01:10 AM

Another dark tea time of the soul…. I have been sick for 36 hours with diarrhea, unable to eat, and the only thing I’ve been able to sit on is a porcelain throne. But that’s not the bad part. The worse of it is that being idle allows mind to do painful, thoughtful examinations ofContinue reading “04.07.2021 – 01:10 AM”

In truth…., a poem.

In truth…. Good and evil do not exist. There is no life on Earth. There is no Earth. There are no child soldiers, and Asian folk can walk the streets in peace. The oceans circulate plastics like cancerous cells In a body that does not exist, Astronomers light years away wonders, ‘who turned out theContinue reading “In truth…., a poem.”

I Should Have Said Nothing?, a poem.

I lived down stream the king’s damn,and dreamedthatit broke, watching it murder myvillage. It hurt, that I didn’t die with them. Concerned,I told mywife laying next to me. “Blasphemy!I will neverlay with youagain!” And with that, turned me over to the night watch, who beaten meand gave me to my cell mates. Brought beforethe KingContinue reading “I Should Have Said Nothing?, a poem.”

Goddess, Goddess heed my prayer….a poem.

Have You forgotten Me? On the playground, playing two man tag…. Then in the Great Library, where I stole our first kiss…. Then We ascended to the heavens…. Since then, When have been too busy with world issues and not enough of US. I miss Your divine feminine, matter how much porn I see, IContinue reading “Goddess, Goddess heed my prayer….a poem.”

I ain’t no angel….a poem

Sorry, I ain’t no Angel…. I am man-shaped, and I continuously burn, a living yellow flame…. From days of old, people have runned from my embrace, Fearing the passions I would share with them. Why do they flee me? In school, I would sometimes set my desk on fire just sitting with daydreams of loss….Continue reading “I ain’t no angel….a poem”