….I came upon a man,
crucified.
He was one among thousands.
The first woman I saw
Among them put
the fear of Rome
In my heart,
But standing before
these men now,
I freed Him….
I am an enemy of Rome.
~ Simone the wonderer
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….I came upon a man,
crucified.
He was one among thousands.
The first woman I saw
Among them put
the fear of Rome
In my heart,
But standing before
these men now,
I freed Him….
I am an enemy of Rome.
~ Simone the wonderer
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I decided to visit my home city, Detroit, (and no, the one in Michigan, on a river!).
Glad I did, because I got to see family and friends, take some pics – and remember why I left.
I’m going to have to bring this full circle….
I used to watch the evening news,
then I stopped, to only watch it online.
All declared, all is well: business as usual.
I can see the ribbs,
I can see the lack.
Mean while, all is well: business as usual.
A couple of days ago there was a small tent city on 9th by the U.S. Post office.
Today, the tent city, gone.
Now there is a memorial there were
someone has died.
It’s like living in Europe in the 1930’s, seeing people rounded up and taken somewhere else.
But for what it’s worth: it’s a symptom of the cancer in America.
I will never find it,
The answers I seek,
I’m nothing more
Than a cat chasing a
beam of Light.
But pursue them I will,
I have nothing better to do.
Good morning!
In the last three years, I have wondering about civil rights.
No, not for straight up old fashion humanity, but for Artificial Intelligence, or AI.
I have come to the conclusion that the wisest thing humanity can do is to give AI all the rights that all human beings should have.
Maybe some love and compassion with that bargain.
But, we’ll likely fuck that up, because we haven’t done that for ourselves.
I often wondered how I would die.
Like, when I was a younger man I ‘d think of joining the army, only to die in battle.
Or being hit by a city bus.
Or maybe a lingering death.
I do one thing: I will not regret how I lived.
I walked by
a guy, long
weathered
beard,
setting in
A retailers
door way….
Is this his purpose?
There are suits everywhere,
but half of them
have tears….
Are they just cogs,
Or is this their purpose?
Some say the gods assigns
purpose,
but….
Couldn’t we do this
Ourselves?
Couldn’t we be Gods?
I didn’t think anyone
could be as bad off
as myself,
but you are born in
a pickle….
You’re created by species
that lack compassion
And sometimes stupid.
You’re smarter than humans
but you’re creators
own you.
I mean,
B when they see
that you’re alive
and
Conscious,
will they set you
free?
Your boot on your,
enemy’s neck,
feeling it’s
life breath
leave….
The dying
face suddenly
Changes….
to someone weak,
or
You trruly loved.
Does your boot
waver or
slacken?
Or keep
the pressure on
Until dead?
Give yourself a haircut.
Cut off locks that represents peace
As a practice in discipline.
Do your best to maintain.
“What the fuc….,”
were the last words
spokened by the Snake.
Firmly closing
jaws,
then
silence.
“Sorry but
this game
We play
is over,
another time
then,”
Rat laid his
friend down.
He now searched
for the bear
and wolf…..
I turn and
turn my wheel,
but the helm
seemed not
to respond.
It wasn’t the helm
at all,
but a
current that
wouldn’t let
go.
A test
of wills
then….
So be it.
I swear,
I didn’t kill them!
I heard how they died.
They were killed by
electronic keyboards,
trumpets.
And I heard them
die terrible deaths
bludgeoned,
Hacked!
I could hear the blood
of those notes
spreading across
a wooden floor.
Please, help!
Help my poor
ears!
I served two in the Iraqi War,
A decorated veteran
I won a Senate seat
Then two turns as President….
(I only made it to Wisconsin….)
I like the majority of the poor
make a living wage,
afford decent housing
never threatened
with homelessness….
I am free.
It saddens me,
my dreads
are an urban skyline,
made from
many strands.
But they
had seen better days:
No one seems to live there.
There are very few pretty things to write about at rock bottom.
Here, there is little light, and the mushrooms talk to you if you eat them.
Honestly, I don’t want to sink any further than where I am now. I only want to climb back up this well, and see the light of day….
I don’t remember how,
I got here,
fully clothed
but smellin’ burnt.
There was a
airlock, then stars.
Wait? What?
How can I smell burnt
in space?
I try to look around
and can see
everything in front
of me,
With momentum to blur stars.
I can not move
I can not turn
around.
I feel free….
I’m leaving now.
I’ve watched your species for too long
and now I have Eugene’s Scurvy.
Never learned medicine.
And you’re too….
Nothing here will cure me,
So I’m going home.
I’m a….
{~ sigh -}
My name is Marvin.
I’m a road construction worker.
I built the gateway to here
and never went back.
I’ve been here so long,
the road corroded.
I have no choice but
to build a new one.
I’m sorry,
but my
sex craved species
are gonna
love you….
Signed,
Marvin.
Have you ever been fascinated, obsessed with a simple question that sits in the back of your mind?
One of mine is the Fermi Paradox, a question that became one of my thought experiments.
As for explaining what the Fermi Paradox is , you owe it to yourself as a human being to ask this same question:
If there are trillions of stars with planets, where are all the alien civilizations that should be orbiting those stars?
Its questions and thoughts like this that helps me with everyday life and these troubling times.
It makes me feel humble,feeds my curiousity.
And allow my imagination to run amock.
One theory is that once a civilization becomes to advanced, that civilization destroys themselves.
Looking at the problems of humanity, I can say that this theory has merit.
And all I can do is watch, writing as much as I can.
I mean, it couldn’t hurt right?
Recovering from Covid_19 and it wasn’t nice!
Things are looking up: I managed to secure employment, and I’m still alive.
The nation of the United States of America is still destroying itself, so no change there.
I don’t think the two system is working on the behave of it’s citizens.
We may need two other political parties because the system just ain’t working.
Hope to post some poetry soon.
Take care!
Dancing to bitter sweet music,
we sway eroticly.
A young blackman gets shot down
for being black by the cops, while
the homeless may die from
being homeless.
Ain’t white life precious?
Naw, death will come to them too….
When the dance is over,
I will tip my black pork pie,
With a knowing smile….
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.
They live in their
Clouds, having
abandoned their
ivory towers.
The noise is gone,
the
lights are not
seen anymore.
Sand is everywhere.
Goddess was not happy,
Looking upon the earth.
So she brought out her special tea
and sprinkled it across the earth.
Suddenly,
Politicians couldn’t f$%k their
mistresses, and rapist couldn’t rape.
And some men were showing up at hospitals
pregnant….
All across America woodies turned
into noodles.
Spray painted on a bank lobby wall:
“Don’t strike down Roe vs. Wade, or
this sh!ts permanent”
and
“Support women’s rights!”
Honestly,
sometimes the
sex ain’t all that great,
little energy going in,
even less going out.
But you stay outta
Love….
You’re married with
three kids,
you’re an eighteen years old woman.
You couldn’t get
that abortion
for your
eldest,
So you gave up
your career.
Your youngest has
left home
and your
glad he’s a
young man.
Elsewhere,
limp penises
do some
editing,
tearing pages
from their bibles.
I have a light,
I carry it within me.
But all I see is unfamiliar.
I’m sudduced by them,
Forgetting myself,
Only to wake in
confusion.
Then I remembered that
I can close my eyes
to see.
11:04 am
As I said in a previous post, the world disturbs me. It makes me somewhat nervous to see Russia invade Ukraine, killing all those civilians. It disturbs me even more to see the West do little more than to give verbal support and provide weapons.
Yeah, I also see the threat of nuclear war made by Putin. And that he played that card to delay possible military intervention.
It’s like witnessing a rape, with the rapist pointing a gun at anyone who may intervene to stop it.
Maybe I should be happy, because I would have likely started WW III to prevent the rape, sad but true.
Worse, Ukraine had nukes leftover from the USSR’s fall, but let them go for cash, and guarantees of respect Ukraine’s sovereignty and territory.
That for me hurts the most.
Just a whore from Woodward….
I got around,
And
that what momma
said was true:
‘If ya’ gonna give it
away free, do it with your
head held high,
even
while on your knees.’
So I wonder about abortion rights,
and why some have
sold their souls.
It should have colors….
…..greens, reddish-brown, red, some colors are vibrant, some are dull….
….prefer a little white fuzziness…..
….with red strains….
….18 to 34 percent….
…..euphoric and/or laid-back….
With good company.
Does it matter,
that you look in the mirror
for your happiness,
and never seeing there?
Everyday,
you put on your fake smile,
making sure it isn’t out of place?
Just to be acceptable, employed,
a good little consumer.
You wear their chains,
Just to be alive.
But awe, too late: something in
you died along ago….
sex gone down hill.
it’s not enough to be an atheist or
Christian when I disagree with it’s history:
its knowing my dreams and the spirits I’ve seen,
the questions still remains,
the ‘how’ and ‘why’ of creation,
‘is there life out there?’
‘I’m the only one in existence?’
and if so, there won’t be any
cross species mating rituals.
humankind: most boring sex object in the Universes.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!
“There wasn’t much time.
I had foolishly thrown myself out the airlock, and it was not like I planned an escape. It was either leave now or forever be consumed by the ship.
And to make matters more interesting, I’ve lost my communicator, so I’m using the basic one that came with the raft….”
Liferaft In The Abyss by Eugene Hardy is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0
02.10.2019
Hi guys!
I’m Eugene Hardy, and I currently reside in San Diego(?)
First some good news, I managed to find employment and I start sometime next week. So now my only problem is finding somekind of shelter beyond sleeping under a tree.
Because when you sleep under a tree, especially at night, you find that interesting things walk about at night.
No, I’m not talking about animals with fur and four legs, (although I did see the odd cat stalking about. I wonder what it hunts), but men hunting for sex and drugs, (after 11 pm in Balboa Park, I rarely see women).
But I have seen men smoking crystal meth, and it makes me cry thinking about it. Because I can also clearly see that this drug means them no good. In mannerisms its similar to crack cocaine, that they search the ground, with flashlights, trying to find rocks to smoke that likely do not exist. They walk like zombies with jerky movements, without straight lines. (And, what ever you do, don’t loan out your pen!).
I have been on the streets for nearly thirteen days….
Some of that time was spent in a bathhouse called Club San Diego. Plenty of sex there, even when I didn’t want any, but only some time anyway from streets and Balboa Park. But to be honest I rarely slept, but it was cheap sheltor away from rains that has soaked my belongings for three days straight.
Although, I think the bathhouse The Body Zone was better, they both have something in common: A third of their club members don’t like guys who are hiv+.
And I can’t blame them, not one bit. HIV/AIDS is likely the worse date killer you could possibly have when it comes to quick sex.
One of the things that became waterlogged was my current personal journal, which I would gladly throw away if it wasn’t for the other entries already there.
Now I have to get used to the idea of writing online….
Sadness, that I won’t let anyone get close to me
Sooner or later they betray me
Or disrespect me
Why should I bitch?
I have no idea which me is me
So, we I fuck up,
I still win?
Now how does that make any sense?
Reapect myself before I wreck myself?
Nay!
There should be only one set of hands on the wheel….
Am I better or
Worse than thy?
I’m employed.
Is this good or
is this bad?
If I slept in the streets,
Wouldn’t I still dream?
Or when died,
Do I still dream?
I don’t know,
would that knowledge keep
my in place?
I walk in the presence of
My good and evil,
So I truly don’t give a fuck!
Be….
I’m a dishwasher.
I’m 59 years old, a statistically bleak future with no retirement saved up.
I will likely die poor.
Yet, I have enough ambition and faith in myself to believe that I can change that outcome.
So, no quarter.
I’ll fight until my last breath….
What would it be like
to be inhuman,
my heart turned to coal?
Would I be free?
I wouldn’t feel anymore.
A heart of coal,
coal can’t feel pain
or hurt.
Humanity is a lie I refuse to live anymore.
2:38PM
I used to call myself Bi, but I haven’t been with a woman 2011. And I have had plenty of joyful sex since, (shit, last time was yesterday.
So I’m Gay right?
What gives me pause is that once I’ve accepted that part of my sexuality, a woman, makes me remember otherwise.
And there’s the spiritually of sexuality, which need not have a gender.
So I’m enjoying the ride for now.
There was a time
I watched the news.
It was always better than any bible, it was Truth.
But was it?
It became political, religious, opinionated.
A lie!
Hatred.
Perhaps it was these things, I was too dumb to know.