Michiem, of the House of Woo – Page 3

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.”

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”

I was raised in a Cage, a poem

The walls were most bare during the rare prey seasons and leaves long disintegrated. Outside my Cage, the world was false and gilded. I’m free now, but there Is no one to mate With because I’m too rare: Bisexual, non-Abrahamian, Spiritually sexual Black guy…. Seeks sexually needy Sex dreamer and Wiccan, either sex can apply….Continue reading “I was raised in a Cage, a poem”

Two faced hooker….

….price for my Sex is my love and life long to you…. to desire you always…. I wonder if the thoughts I have sometimes are trully my thoughts The more sex I have, The greater I am. Fuck no! I don’t wanna birth a baby! Born into dogma and poverty…. I want be a trophyContinue reading “Two faced hooker….”

Right to Life….

White people regularly avoid me, Ignoring my greetings, some with open malice. If I’d feelings left in my bleeding heart I would feel the pain of their hatred. So do I wish them dead? I say, ‘No’. Because the universe is seemingly void of life, and our planet the only home for life. But theContinue reading “Right to Life….”

Smokin’ Rome, a poem

A man askedif I would helpwith the bucketbrigade tosave Rome fromburning. I said no, andand litmy cigarette fromamong it’s flames. I smiled atoothless grin, ~puff~

6 Mile and Woodward Ave., a poem

Old litter sit in gutterswhile ladieswalk the corner, onereceiving prayer. The coffee cups aren’t free,But you can buy it with coffee. I’ve never been this far awayfrom home,only to find6 Mile and Woodward Ave. But isn’t that cornereverywhere?

Docile Dating Pool, a poem

Women are beautiful,
But can’t date or sleep
with them.

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?”