All the cows and sheep, All the grains and wool are gone. Then we ate wolves and crows, then all that was left was carbon. We could not eat our money, I mean, we ain’t animals! Basic carbon is for the poor, Premium is for the wealthy. Basic carbon looks like two-day old oatmeal. PremiumContinue reading “Basic vs. Premium, a poem”
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What is the Second Amendment?
The right to bare arms, (based your caucasianness?), against an Government in the image of Old King George? But their wearing brown shirts, their leaders king and queen by Default, when they don’t go to jail, and you never hear the word treason? Please, pass me the popcorn! I’m an American.
Hi doggie, a poem.
Hi doggie next-door. I wonder as you gaze at the rain fall, if you’ve ever been wet by it. The discomfort, the glory of experience being in it. Have you ever chased other animals for your survival? Likely not I guess. More likely, you’ve never, like your ‘parents’ never had discomfort or failure. Alas, itContinue reading “Hi doggie, a poem.”
Where’s the OFF switch?
A procreativeforceit makes babies,but there’sno babies. Sacred fun.Recreational bliss. And yet I’m lonely.
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.”
The many faces of Aku, a poem.
An evil shape shifting demon, On a planet not so far Away, wanted complete domination and souls of everyone. He infested the worlds’ money, so that all are enslaved and that few will rise…. His lies becomes truth in the weak minded…. He exploints differences and cheats. But there are weapons that has defeated him.Continue reading “The many faces of Aku, a poem.”
Critic in the backroom, a poem.
‘I did it!, I did it! I’ve gone celibate!’ (Ah, that’s what you say to all the guys and gals! then next Tuesday it’s off to the orgies again!) ‘Do you dought me?’ I’m free of being sexually attached, free to explore….anything…. (But liar, you’re not gonna miss phalluses and vaginas?’ The pleasure? The worship?Continue reading “Critic in the backroom, a poem.”
I roam the world nude, a poem
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”
“Good morning”, a poem.
You awake and the sun shines, that is a good morning… There are no beholding or worshiping a Lord or God, just being and the survival of another day, free to strive and prosper. And so be happy, Good morning!
…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.
Liferaft in the Abyss 