Recurring nightmares….a poem.

I have nightmares….
of segregated lands
that trap black people
who,
can not walk free,
Always enslaved or
linched,
Their enslavers are
Fat Greesy White People.

Sometimes I run in
fear, jumping segregated
fences,
or being trapped,
a fat ass ready
to shoot….

….then I have nightmares
being victorious!….

The entire human race,
its cities and farms
on fire,

But I still stand….

Awake, I’m still at war
….and I care only
about
Victory.

10.23.2021

I learned about empowerment in my late teens, ( there’s an argument in my head that says earlier than that, but does that matter?), and I have pursued empowerment ever since.

So, perhaps the best way to gain more empowerment in your life is to practice and live empowered.

First thing you might want to look at are things or people that takes away your power, because your ship isn’t seaworthy if your hull has nice fat holes that’s bleeding your energy away.

Also, you might want a practice that you may enjoy that builds empowerment through skill. Meditation is good for this.

Running or any exercise you can do, especially if you enjoy it.

Second, find out who or what you really are and then lead by that truth.

And last, and this is important, do things solo. Going solo can teach you how to depend upon yourself.

And as time passes you’ll find more power in your life and I hope, happiness.

….when I was a young whore….

I didn’t know what sex was,
I thought sex another kind of
Fun, (what’s procreation?).

In my late teens I started
walkin” my streets,
walkin’ longer, explorin’ more.

And then I had sex!
I didn’t know the difference between
Girls and boys before,
then I wanted them both!

I only knew sex through….
Old men and
female hookers
And all I wanted
was more!

I could fuck the whole world
or beg it to fuck me!

Then wisdom begun with HIV….

Now I am ageless….

….a snake swallowing it’s tail….

….prosperity….a poem

Looked out
My best bud’s window,

And said,

‘We should have more prosperity….’

Luxurious high rises
over lookin’ a arena
and bay.

People walk by pullin’
grocery carts with their belongings.

People in sun glasses with
no worries.

Children minners diggin’ in
the ground for colbot, but
I wonder if they’ll read
Shakespeare….

The world gets richer
while the world gets poorer.

How does that make sense?

While Rome burns?

09.23.2021

Fool that I am, I love my country, the US if America.

Which is why I must say that it’s mostly a lie….

That being said, I think the homeless phenomenon isn’t just economics or racial, but cultural as well.

Because I think when you find out that you have been living a lie, you want to stop living that lie.

Even if it means being homeless….

….please understand my middle finger….a poem.

I’m not good
at words,

I’m too messy
and unclear,
a waste of
words
really.

So please
understand this,
that I this
entire world
my middle finger….

(….wait, sorry I
most exclude
all animals from this….)

All that support
inequality
and the starving
of the mind.

They
say that free will is dead.

And since you had no free will
to begin with,
you were always
a slave,
just a beast
of burden.

This I give
my
middle finger,
which
recently
fingered
a pious
pussy.

I prefer my
will free,
thank you.

Fake or not,
I’m more
real
than
you
ever will
be.