I live under a rock….

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I’m a snake under

A rock,

small,

happily eating grubs.

Please don’t bother me,

Humans ain’t on my menu, but if you interrupt my meal I will kill you.

In fact,

slowly walk away!

The grubs are choice wigglers

sliding

down

my

troat….

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11.29.2017

Here I am again.

I haven’t been here for awhile, due to life being distracting. Which kinda makes me feel crappy, because I use my writing for my emotions and dreams. But my poetry doesn’t make money for me, and I my job is minimum wage job sits in the middle of the day.

But while these things are true, I still strive to live my life as part of a way.

Need better time management….

….snicker….snicker….

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If you only knew what I see….

To you:

This reality….

To Me:

A voyage of Spirit Time,

some poor soul on a billionth lifetime traveling to earth by a sleeper seed ship.

He’s been ant colonies on a planet of mud.

But the sex colonies of Earth are the best for corporal addicts….

“Hey, all I want is my refund and my ticket off this rock!!”

Spiritual Advisor/ Customer Service:

“But soul, you are contracted for another 3 lifetimes….”

“With whom?

I already fucked these people . And I’m sure some of them repeatedly….and I have complaints!

There is no Soulmate on this plain and I simply refuse any sexual contact.

Fucking penal colony….

There’s no free expression here, too many taboos and religious conflicts,

muted.

I don’t know, but

I ain’t doing it no more….

(Says the sex addict, snicker….snicker)

Still Disstracted….

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It’s a never ending Dance while I live,

Death.

I disire to kiss Her,

while fearing Her ambrace.

Life goes on, moments are missing because I seeing Her on the streets, Him in a back alley,

In dreams I’m an Elemental,

Waking I’m just a conflicted man,

wondering the world….

09.08.2017

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0109 HRS

OK, I don’t like this new beta format at all….

I don’t know what to say about our recent hurricane (s) weather, accept that we need to be more prepared for ever powerful storms, and the frequencies as well.

I will not share all my views here because a lot of people have survive another hirricane and general flooding.

I think a serious investment in sea walls along our coast, and why even now more people will remember the Mexican-American border dispute instead of the preventive loss of lives and and property.

I think I’m becoming rurned off at the of sex, while at the same time dealing with a overdriven sexdrive.

I started turning people down, and I’m not certain that’s happiness.

It’s not happiness I think, if it is done out of fear.

Guess I will know after I post this.

And I think the same could be true of anyone needing to build a wall.

But there is a difference between a delusional fear and a very real threat.

Anyway, I vote for sea walls….

I get distracted….

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….senting
perfume….

musty,
but didn’t see
turning my head
feet following
I
miss you

Lookin’ at

my
feet
and I’m
in are dark
room
where only
shawdows dweall

the moans in
the dark call
for 

me

to join ’em
but you
been there….
I run not
in fear, (liar!)
but in bordom….

where is it?
where is it?!

that thing
of sexual contentment….

distracted
where’s my
Path?

It ain’t easy being me….

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Nightmare
Black
covers,
crawls to swallow every thing.
You lose your wife to a
Higher Power,
Your son split into
two versions
him,
one happy and smart,
the other

vengeful
and hateful….

Myself,
cowering before darkness,
dying on the ground.

I told my real son that I would die, because I took it as the omen it was.

The true enough:
dying on the floor.
Struck down by my
son.

Yes,
I struck him down first.
In defense of wife and house,
but he won’t back down….

I didn’t die,
Though my soul is
empty of
wife and children,

(five children,
three sons,
two daugthers and I love them all!)

I didn’t die,…or did I?

Two Walls….

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“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”

They come to the promised land,
but were turned away.

Why?

To make America Great again?

Another wall,
that keeps in people,
made from the clay of
poverty.

Some better off would
called them losers, the
undeserving as part of humanity.

America is Great Again.