‘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.”
Category Archives: Poetry
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….”
Horses a No, no?
A white guy on the bus complained about policemen forbidden to use horses. I asked, “and what about whips?” The white guy shut up. Wondered where the attack dogs and water canons were. They still have rubber bullets and knees on necks.
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~
Liferaft in the Abyss 