05.28.2022

I recently come to the realization on a few things.

I have given it some thought and realized that ANY venom I spewed concerning the killings of black, brown and Asian people is something I should step back from, because it blinds me from more important things like trying to achieve some kind of enlightenment before I die.

With that being said, I will do what I can by continuing to write poetry on those issues.

I have lost my civility concerning those issues, but I’m not evil.

And there are things I can do, like join any number of local protests in the streets, or work for an organization thats been in the fight longer than I have.

Sincerely,

Eugene Hardy

Internal Dialogue, a poem.

Internal Dialogue

…. his back was turned

  From me,

I heard a muffled voice,

   I should have killed ya’ when

   I had the chance….”

The Warden politely coughed,

  “Pardon me?”

“Sorry, Warden, I wasn’t

  Talking to you, sir.

I was thinking of the friend

 Who put me in this chair you’re

 strappin’ me in.”

A man with no lighter to light his cigarette,

  Spotted a burning house on his side of road.

  He lit his cigarette and continued walking.

She is fifty-five, a happy hooker,

   ( because she ain’t  got no pimp)

     Suddenly feels alone.

I walked in a desert,

   there was no water

   Anywhere, but there are

 oceans and oceans of

      Algae (and some of them speak)

 I’ve been home once,

     But Detroit ain’t there no

    more.

I’ve grown old.

He couldn’t shot….a poem.

I liked penises,
and
went to a man-whore’s house.

Another kid caught me sneaking out
at night, “got you you faggot!”
and shot
me dead.

Went to hell,
touched the flames….
and they were fake.

The devil was fake….

“pop”

The boy pointed his revolver
and I stood my ground,

Then I walked away….

Lesson learned: the revolver is,
but hell is fake.

05.10.2022

I don’t understand why we live in this world….

Yeah, I’m going to write poems about social issues, and I actually hope it makes you the reader uncomfortable.

Because, if you are comfortable with the world, then I have failed.

No, I do not believe people want to have their rights and freedoms taken away, but I think there are large populations of wilfully blind and ignorant.

I have a friend who tells every now and then that he is powerless to change or save the world, or for sake of his happiness, he turns a blind eye.

Bullshit.

Every time I write a poem or post an entry, I doing something. Even if I’m certifiably incompetent, I will still do it.

So, folks with penises should support the abortion rights of women and get off the f@#king sofa!

If you forgot George Floyd, shame on you.

And for those who love jokes about this man and practice white supremecy, be dammed.

Yeah, I’m disappointed in the human race.

14 billion mini mes….a poem.

The lecture hall is
loud, many conversations,
nothing discernible.

Then all is quiet.

“Today’s recurring thought is,

‘I’m not powerless’

Now repeat it,
Again,
again,

Good!
Excellent!!

Now go out and
terririze and
conquer the day.

Class dismissed!”

And I’m more
focused,
Whole.

Little cowardly men….a poem.

Men of little hearts,
fearful, greedy, spineless,
throw bibles from
bushes in Balboa Park,
Dark in Supreme Court dresses
at women they can’t have
Or be.

Their country pulling away,
No matter how the cowardly
pull at the people.

I say,
In my Betty Boop
shorty shorts,
‘you’re fake,
Let there be War….’

They pull
their robes up and
run away.

04.28.2022

There are too many homeless on the streets of American cities, and I wonder how they got there.

I think I was in my late twenties when Governor Engler shut down Michigan’s inpatient mental health centers. Almost immediately I noticed them on the streets.

But what I see in San Diego everyday makes Michigan’s homeless problem feel nonexistent.

Here in San Diego, I have no dought that some of the homeless are mentally ill.

However, I see this as a societal problem, an economic problem, and American society is either callous or clueless to solve it.

It makes me upset to see such a crisis with no end in sight.

Its as if America has lost her soul.