Goddess, Goddess heed my prayer….a poem.

Have You forgotten Me?

On the playground,
playing two man tag….

Then in the Great Library,
where I stole our first kiss….

Then We ascended to the heavens….

Since then,
When have been too busy with world

issues and not enough of US.

I miss Your divine feminine,
matter how much porn I see,

I don’t see You.

The magic has left
the building,
seeing it being
desecrated.

I know you tire of
my excesses,
being God.

I miss your
sweet touches,
always electrifying
Me.

We still are
like magic,
We are there
and
not there.

I long for you….

Sorry, but I’m not that kind of sadomasochist….

Yes, yes!, I know,
we look at those
nudes in
profiles,
and forget
the print.

Yes!
I love being tied
down, but I am
never powerless.

I submit,
bottom,
manwwhore
for the pleasure

of
It.

But I don’t like
the pain of
my dis-spirited
soul,
knowing any
I sleep with
are likely not
my soul-mate or kindred.

I just need to
be still….

Essential Worker, a poem.

We…..

….get up before dawn,

eat, shower and take mass transit

to work, if we are lucky….

We….

cannot work in the safety of our homes,

Working for the minimum wage.

No hazard pay or wealth incentives or

federal/state support,

always exposed to Covid_19.

We could die leaving our families and estates

poorer for patriotism?

We work because we are poor, entrapped.

They pat us on the back,

and two weeks later we die,

then our wives and husbands in another two weeks….

….to support a society that miss treat us.

That is the good old United States of America.

Where we are not free….

**sigh**

**sigh**

What else can I say?

To watch a slow moving coup,
so slow that people don’t notice it.

It creeps behind perceptions,
behind Confederate flags,
while people of color
are killed while:
buying a pack of cigarettes,
or being gay,
and not even accountants
eating ice cream are safe.

I’ve cried in rage
when George Floyd died,
and remained silent,
peacefully workin’
for the minimum wage,

With no freedom or means
to shelter from Covid.

Twenty-five states
restrict BLM protest,
while white people sack
Congress

Makin’ me ask,
Is humanity truly so worthless?

The answer keeps sayin’ ‘yes’,
and so I’ve
“shut the fuck up”,

no one is listening….

Caged

Bars on my windows.
Bars on my doorway,
Put them up ourselves.
Keep us safe, keeping our
Troubles at bay.

Safe in our homes we have
Become imprisoned.

Who imprisoned us?
Did we do it?
We can’t blame those
Who would invade our
Fortress, our home.

Because they too are imprisoned.

Who imprisoned us?
Did ‘The Man’ cage us?
Well, if he did, why is he sittin’
In the cage next door.
We are a society,
a world caged.
Fear may be our Keeper,
But we still hold the Key.

I ain’t no angel….a poem

Sorry, I ain’t no
Angel….

I am man-shaped,
and I continuously burn,
a living yellow flame….

From days of old,
people have runned
from
my embrace,
Fearing the passions
I would share with them.

Why do they flee me?

In school,
I would sometimes set
my desk on fire
just sitting with
daydreams of loss….

I sit,
Alone,
Lacking someone
like myself who I
can burn with!!!

No Angels need apply….