First to go was my family, then some friends and associates. Left the city of my birth, then the city of my childhood. Old allegiances to country had go, because my country had no allegiances to Me. Religion made war against me so I declared it usless. And corporates don’t ever pay well. I roamContinue reading “I roam the world nude, a poem”
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…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 minecolbot for cellphones held by latte sipping ladies. Is it the mentalityOf humanityorhumans need tokeep someone down? People sleepin the streets,dirty,seeminglyunseen incommercial doorways But life has neverbeen better.
Naw, I’m not a Real Man…., a poem
Naw, this is not aconfession buta state of being. Can’t get withtakin’ women’s rightsto abortion, can’tget with facist power grabs. Can’t get witha population thatis willin’ to liveenslavedbecause youbringin’downthehumancondition. “Land of the free….”
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….Continue reading “I was raised in a Cage, a poem”
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 theContinue reading “Right to Life….”
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 soulsContinue reading “They sell themselves short….a poem.”
Docile Dating Pool, a poem
Women are beautiful,
But can’t date or sleep
with them.
A state of civil war….a poem
I’m at war,with the unincorporatedSelf and it’s allies,society. We were not always enemies,But whole,With a single purpose:To exist, grow and prosper. Lean, lightly muscled with a clear mind. Now, we are a state ofCivil war. My enemies will join me,or die.
One day, a poem.
One day, America may truly be free of racism and income inequality. But I don’t know when that day is. One day, people in America can walk in the knowledge that they are free of spiritual bigots. But I have lost faith. One day I will be free.
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, IContinue reading “Goddess, Goddess heed my prayer….a poem.”
Liferaft in the Abyss 