09.09.2021

I admit with a heavy heart, that I do not know how to write the things that concern me, and that’s OK.

But because that doesn’t excuse me from raising my voice and pointing at obvious wrongs, it is a burden I will bear.

Yes, racism is pretty bad, and the restrictions on voting rights are terrible.

I mean, that goes without saying.

But not allowing women to have abortions are perhaps worse than those two combined.

And please, the poor excuses that Jesus was against such a thing as abortion tells me that I live in 15th century, and not the 21st.

And why I will stand the abolishing Christianity, an organization that seems prone to making underclasses in any population that practice it.

Enough!

They sell themselves short….a poem.

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 souls to
the highest bidder
for worthless
currencies
from banks
and morally
bankrupt
countries.

How did we turn
a simple existence
into
Every man and woman
for themselves?

Just more rats in the
race….

….by the way, you’re bleeding to death….a poem

Insult turned to brawling, turned to wars without end….

We’ve bled you and I,
for country, glory and
and excuses.

Death comes to us all,
so we are not afraid of dyin’,
But how and why we
die?

I remember dyin’,
a spear through my heart,
seekin’ glory.

No one remembers me.

Will anyone
remember US?

08.12.2021

I realize that I write as form mercilessly self torture. That my writings could help change someone’s life by perhaps not repeating my mistakes.

But there is no way that I can tell that people have changed their lives because of something I have posted.

But I write.

It is my hope that there is wisdom here somewhere.

One point of wisdom is to avoid being a slave for anything or anyone: not for country, politics or religion.

Be as free as you can.

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 not
a real dog.

I hate to beg,
I prefer steak,
not doggy food.

And I want to have
non doggy feelings
like Eros and
why magic
happens.

Naw,
I’ve seen how Masters
treat their doggies.

From having to poop in
public to being chained,
beaten just
because you
hump?

And some Masters
are unbelievably
cruel, not
enough food and
sometimes I don’t want
to breed!

Makes me
run away
and get
lost….

07.19.2021

If you may have noticed, I removed the “Missing Persons page. I haven’t deleted it, because I know in my heart that I can do a better job, but haven’t.

So until I get my act together, it will stay pulled.

However, the number of people missing scares me.

Because some of those missing people could be among the homeless I pass by everyday.

Some of them truly lost.

But no one will ever know that, until they are found.

I managed to pick up a temp assignment, so that’s cool.

I don’t like sharing a lot on my journals, because I love being an introvert.

But the blog exist as personal therapy, and as a chronicle.

So forgive me for my outbursts, because I’m living a wonderful life.