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Write

Read

Walk….

to create worlds
and then go to them

My feet crushes alabaster snow
In foothills,
where dear shoot men
for dinner

At the summit
the orgies
can last for eternity.

But I have nothing to
read
they torched all
the libraries.

So I read the graffiti
on the walls.

I walked to the summit,
but they moved
all the orgies

So I only walk the Streets.

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07.26.2023

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I seemed to have developed a bad habit of looking gifted horses in the mouth.

BTW, have any of you spoken to a Trojan lately?

Well, I found an apartment in downtown San Diego…..

it’s a cockroach infested 125 sqft space missing the tub I needed, which management refused to let me inspect before signing the lease.

Yeah, I’m a little upset, but then at least I’m not homeless.

(But for two months and a week, I was, sleeping in Balboa Park, my first week spent as a rain barrel….)

The horse’s mouth I look into now is our society and culture, and wonder where is the justice.

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I don’t like pink.

Yes, that’s right;
I don’t like the color pink.

I hate pink.

It
Clashes with my sense
of empowerment.

I don’t like pink,
especially when it comes to
the feminine.

It says ‘weak’, ‘lesser sex’,
‘gays and lesbians belong
in concentration camps’.

And that the wearer
can be abused as
and
Short changed.

Why people wear it,
I don’t know.

Then again,
I don’t like blue either,
but that’s another story….

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I am death, a poem.

I couldn’t drive,
because my body refused
to stay
seated,
And learned to
walk instead.

Looking in
any mirror
a dead man
smiles a
wane smile.

Only life
exist in the
present,
but shackled
to past,
or fearful
of the
future is
death.

How many times
should I kill
myself
to know
Life?

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08.20.2020

If you didn’t know, I lost confidence in the human race in 2020.

I have kept mostly to myself.

Although I still know my judgment is fair, I can’t stop thinking about how I could help humanity to live to its fullest potential.

Yet, I realized sometime ago that I don’t effect many peoples’ lives very much through my writing.

And that’s OK.

But I keep thinking another thought, that no one reads my.

Horrors, Horrors I’m my only audience!

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06.26.2022

A personal story.

First, I’m not a Christian, and I consider myself a sworn enemy of that religion.

When in my sophomore, my girlfriend, also a sophomore, became pregnant despite using condoms.

Everytime.

But the condom broke.

I did not want a baby, because I felt that it would ruin our careers and lives, and she agreed…. until she told her parents.

She changed her mind.

Short story, she dumps me and forbids me from seeing my daughter for eleven years.

But the question is, did it ruin our lives, our careers?

From the point of view of a student pursuing a career in politics and foreign affairs – yes!

Not being there to help raise my daughter as a Hardy, a definite yes.

But then again, she’s my only biological offspring, I love her and I have grandkids.

Abortion is the right of the individual woman, and I hate Christianity for it’s intrusiveness, may it burn it’s hell.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Missing balls, a poem.

Howdy, I’m the American male.

And I’m missing
parts of me.

My balls went missing when civil rights
protesters marched.

I thought they were right,
but I needed to get home before the
game started.

I work for a company that has a lot
of women employees, but none of them are
upper management.

I just got promoted, but the lady who trained me had more seniority.

I cheered when they stormed the Capitol, waving my red flag, assaulted a police officer.

I surely should find them,
they seemed important….

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State Issued Chastity Belts, A poem.

Why are some women wearing
State issued chastity belts?

Cowardly men,
holding those keys.

Question these men,
They through a bible at you.

But as you duck the last verse thrown,
you see the reasons:

These men fear loss of power and status, an inability to adapt and not recognizing women as full human beings, but as cows.

And yes, to enslave their competition.

Hiding behind false truths….

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It’s OK to cry, a poem.

I cry about,
the amount of polyester
in my clothing.

It is often cheaply made,
Overly glossy,
and likely to catch fire.

I cry about pass foolishness,
often forgetting the wisdom that
it taught me.

But I don’t know my beginning
or end, and thats OK.

I like to keep my head small,
to ensure that I can fit
through the door.

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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, it is not your fault.

Like your owners,
are well feed
and bred….

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NOTES: On Economics

First, let me say Happy New Year!

OK, I have a problem.

I love capitalism.

In fact I first started writing online in 2005, with thoughts of earning an income this way, (LOL!).

And yet, its unfortunate that when people think of capitalism they don’t think of the whole the population of a country as fellow capitalists.

I naively did.

But by not acknowledging the working class fellow capitalists, the economic system comes with it’s built in doom.

Workers are also capitalists.

Denying workers their earned profits is really another term: feudalism.

I do hope all have a prosperous New Year.

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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.

Unsoiled Hearts.

Naked Truth.

Logic and Reason.
That he looks like Us….

Inspired by Aku of the cartoon, Samuri Jack.

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11.29.2021

I’ve hit another dry spell….

I watched George Floyd die, over and over again.

Has any of YOU watched it?

Until you do, you may never understand where I’m coming from.

If you have never been discriminated against for the color of your skin, or for your spiritual preference or sexual orientation, then you do not understand my reasoning for war.

But war need not be physically violent.

For instance, I bet all those officers were very good Christians, and that people should stand against a religion like that.

Or you can stand against the economic system that supports and upholds white supremecy.

I stand against a legal system that let supremacists off with not guilty verdicts after killing unarmed protesters, or willingly try to overthrow a democratic government.

I do not think it is prudent to date white folks or Christians, (or Muslims or Jewish), especially if they do nothing to change this status quo.

Hmm….maybe it’s time to be celibate.

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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?

The touch of flesh?)

Now you be quiet Eugene in the backroom,
or I’ll be free of you too!

Californiaflaky

It’s like….
An apple pie with a crust so flaky
That you eat very little of it.

They’re nice folks,
some have nothing under their crust.

Or ugly things….

I’ve never been to Warsaw ghetty,
I’d swear
I saw the gestapo
tearing down tents

Herding their dwellers into camps….

Oh, I’ve seen filth
lying in the streets.

Two wrongs are never right.

I don’t follow, I do this….

Fear, what is there to
fear?

Don’t do this and go
to Hell,
Or Naughty Naughty,
Don’t enjoy that dick!

You’ll be spanked and sent to Hell!

I do this,
I don’t care.

I mean, are you even relevant?

I mean I suck Fear’s dick every morning,

So who’s the fuck are you?

Why, I’ll tell ya’,
my life time Enemy….

Nope, window of negotiation there.

So bugger off,
or I’ll wipe
you out….

06.11.2024

Well, it looks like I’m being evicted from my roach and bedbug infested room.

Of course, there’s more to that story….

But this post isn’t about that.
It’s about US foreign policy concerning the treatment of Palestinians by the government of Israel.

It has a little to do with how the current state of Israel was formed after WW II, somewhat to do with the civil rights of the Palestinians.

Simply put, supporting Israel is supporting a apartheid regime.

And when it becomes illegal to say anything ‘bad’ about Jews or Israel, this world will be worse off, especially those who are not powerful or ‘favored’.