death – Liferaft in the Abyss

Dance date

I don’t know how Many times I’ve met my dancer. I didn’t go to my school prom, so didn’t die in the fire the night…. I think I saw him in the eyes of a twelve year old Black boy with a .38, HIV at age 24, gone in six months. And as I age,Continue reading “Dance date”

Aw come on, death really that bad?

Is it that our fears drive us? Or our ignorance? I don’t know, but I’d like to believe both. All religions talk about death, but truly they don’t know Sh*t. I’d like to know, Because this life sucks. People living in tents in cities with empty buildiings. People with gold plated doctors may still dieContinue reading “Aw come on, death really that bad?”

A personal problem, a poem.

Some porn suggested, that I should give in to my desires…. I desire a higher purpose than merely being alive. My life matters! My death matters! What matters most Is the Fermi Paradox….

For Micheal and Dad, a poem of mourning.

My brother, my brother!Please be at peace! I wonder how you’re doing,Having faith that youstill exist. Be not in turmoil,Or surfer our father’s death. Dad is strong,and I hope you areat peace with him. You’re both gone,but you are forever in myHeart. I love you both,and sometimes long tobe with you. Peace. (My brother passedContinue reading “For Micheal and Dad, a poem of mourning.”

‘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.”

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?Continue reading “Essential Worker, a poem.”

Quality, poem

To die in bed at a hundred…. …is it better even though you really never lived? sleeping behind a bush in Balboa Park or behind a bush on University? Is having never fought a battle good? Pampered Princes talking Wall Street or suburbanites being cool not serving while waving the flag. ….is it better whenContinue reading “Quality, poem”