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10.25.2021
I get tears iny eyes everytime I read an Isaac Asimov novel.
My first time reading it in probably a decade, tears fell when I read my favorite quote.
And then, two months later evertime I read something like ‘Seldon’s men’.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Asimov’s work, it just destroys my heart to see the roles that women played, that is, little.
But I always remember that these works are products of the 50’s of Western culture, and still he managed to be ahead of time.
My only desire is that women’s liberation would take place, (again!), and stay put.
Time….
“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!
10.15.2021
I have to say that my failing characteristic is to never let go of a friend — even if that means that I’m heading in different direction in life.
Is that a good or bad thing?
I have to say neither, because my friendship is based on love, and not a life direction.
To be continued….
…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 mine
colbot for cellphones held by
latte sipping ladies.
Is it the mentality
Of humanity
or
humans need to
keep someone down?
People sleep
in the streets,
dirty,
seemingly
unseen in
commercial doorways
But life has never
been better.
Naw, I’m not a Real Man…., a poem
Naw, this is not a
confession but
a state of being.
Can’t get with
takin’ women’s rights
to abortion, can’t
get with facist
power grabs.
Can’t get with
a population that
is willin’ to live
enslaved
because you
bringin’
down
the
human
condition.
“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….
If there were
anyone left
I would
have hope.
Better to
die alone
than
to
live falsely
and never
fuck.
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 trophy wife with
guy with a small cock,
but lots of….
….money
….fame
….power
But who am I?
I am woman,
but who am I?
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 the society
and civilization
that bred that
hatred,
should and
will die.
Every
human.
The universe can
do better.