I have no idea why there is still so much hate in the 21st century. It seems to be in everything in society. As a child, I had not experienced hate. Today, I fear that I can not trust anyone with discussions concerning spirituality, do to the desire to not feel ostracized. I’m convinced byContinue reading “05.30.2021”
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Pinkeye, a poem.
How do you fuck with this Pinkeye? It’s an STD, You can see from miles away…. and when they see, they run for hills, throwing crucifixes with their fingers, the fear on their faces. Booty calls: “I wanna toss ya’….” I got pinkeye. “Oh, never mind….~click~” And suddenly you are the decease, Bacteria, A kissContinue reading “Pinkeye, a poem.”
03.16.2021
By my logic, (at least the parts that are obviously not flawed), that the only way I keep falling into the same damn hole Is that I have been walking in circles. Or worse,That I never left the hole in thefirst place,my mind delusional and libido compromised,seduced…. ….then I stubbed my toe,the pain terrible,laced withContinue reading “03.16.2021”
03.08.2021 vblog #5
Vacation Hot Spot
Do I procrastinate? My lips, they feel raw, old, abused by their wearer. I vowed to leave this desert, where water is acidic. Glass shard towers wore away. I’m only another molecule of sand.
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.”
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….Continue reading “I ain’t no angel….a poem”
12.27.2020
Hello. I’m remembering and sharing my earliest thoughts of suicidal tendency and attempt, in the hope that someone else can benefit from them. The earliest memory was of me taking twine and tying it to the closet pole to form a loose to hang myself — at the age of 8. I had refused toContinue reading “12.27.2020”
Hard Roads to Hoe, a poem.
Three times in my life,someone has tried to mug me,only once did they take my money…. In ’88 I met an old friend fromelementary school,whom after gaining my trust,relieved of my wallet andmoney, and ripping my favoriteblack turtle neck. I called the police who madea report,then promptly did nothing. Years later at nightI walked thoseContinue reading “Hard Roads to Hoe, a poem.”
But there’s no orgies….
Living alone, I want the touch of a man. But the bars are all closed, or filled with old men just having a drink. They are filled qith married couples, and no one trusts a stranger: covid makes everyone hide. But are there orgies, where everyone is certified covid free? I mean, just a fewContinue reading “But there’s no orgies….”
Liferaft in the Abyss 