Poetry, prose and thoughts on sex and sexuality. And other stuff…..
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?
Give yourself a haircut.
Cut off locks that represents peace
As a practice in discipline.
Do your best to maintain.
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.
Decades ago,
there were two little boys:
One was a Christian, the other
of logic and reason.
The Christian boy,
because he loved his
friend so much,
spent time to try to
covert his friend to the
holy spirit.
The other little boy,
begun his life long career
In spiritual warfare
And devoted himself to
Gnosis and victory over
all who attacked
him with crosses
and bible.
The boys,
still friends but now
men.
One is employed,
One is not….
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….
When alone,
am I tribal?
If there were
one race and
I would still stand out,
With my
off the wall
questions
and gnostic pursuits.
I don’t fit here,
Where is my
Tribe?
Did they all
leave the planet,
Or did they convert?
Death by assimilation….
You say one of the reasons
I should
I pick up the wine
and take the body of Christ
is to
guarantee my place
In heaven.
Hmm….
let’s look at that:
Will there be gangbangs,
Orgies?
Hmm….no?
And I don’t want 72 virgins,
but can I get
8 women
7 men and
a dominatrix that’s
A unicorn?
No?
Then, I don’t see how your heaven would be fun,
I’ll live my heaven
Now.
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….
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!”
I can’t go back to past,
or live in the future.
I can move forward.
The is good for learning
and remembering.
But why do I repeat my mistakes,
and date the wrong people.
They’re lacking in spirit.
I don’t know,
I’m still working that.
Life Raft In The Abyss 