People put up with too much; for the sake of peace, or to gain wealth. In doing so they swallow their pride and then stop listening to their inner voice. For a since of peace They will gladly abandon their homes and sacrifice their children. Only to buy homelessness. For wealth they sell their soulsContinue reading “They sell themselves short….a poem.”
Category Archives: Poetry
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.
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”
One day, a poem.
One day, America may truly be free of racism and income inequality. But I don’t know when that day is. One day, people in America can walk in the knowledge that they are free of spiritual bigots. But I have lost faith. One day I will be free.
‘miserable life’, a poem.
Flowers and Trees flourish and thrive without a reason to live, so why not I too? That can’t be that easy! That all I have to do is exist. My children are all grown, getting wiser everyday, with children of their own. And what of the love and fear of death? Death will always beContinue reading “‘miserable life’, 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?”
They wore white sheets…., a poem.
The shootin’ started over The lids of coffins, One group of shooters were burying people trying to vote, I could hear their crys from under their lids. The shooters wore white sheets, burned down the town, torched my house. But you didn’t kill us, We still rise….
Schrodinger’s Cat’s Revenge, a poem.
How dare thesehumans put me ina box, and declare my existence in a quantum state! Poisoning the planet, killin’ all the fish! How’s this fora thought problem: What happens when the Alpha predator kills all the food? Hit: I and the crows will dine onYou.
Liferaft in the Abyss 