03.19.2021

I hope your cities are doing well, and is a center for personal empowerment.

I lived in Detroit, Michigan in my formative years and consider home.I love Detroit, but never liked it for it’s lack of good employment and diversity.

Which is why I left.But I now see the same thing in San Diego, California.

There are economic opportunities in San Diego, but the jobs lack a living wage and affordable housing.

I see an increase of boarded up businesses in parts of San Diego, where there were once merchants.

And I’m afraid there are more cities in the US of A that are losing its population due to economic migration.If you love your cities, support it’s neighborhoods and it’s businesses.

In fact, try to stay home, open your own businesses, prosper and be happy.

03.18.2021

Today I met another traveler of the abyss, another poet.

It was good that I did, because I seemed to have forgotten the rest of humanity sometimes when dealing with my own life.

That humanity was nothing more than straw dogs.

Most times, I know that is not true.

And then there were times in my life I convinced myself that humanity wasn’t real, that they were but illusions or bits of data, just so I could ignore the things we do to each other.

Of course, this is done through a selfish perspective, to allow myself to grow as a unique individual.

In terms of evolving oneself, I find selfishness necessary, but in a society of billions of other souls, my attitude is wrong.

I wasn’t created out of thin air, but born.

I’m happy for this encounter.

So how do I help my fellow humans?

First, by understanding that I am not alone.

Goddess, Goddess heed my prayer….a poem.

Have You forgotten Me?

On the playground,
playing two man tag….

Then in the Great Library,
where I stole our first kiss….

Then We ascended to the heavens….

Since then,
When have been too busy with world

issues and not enough of US.

I miss Your divine feminine,
matter how much porn I see,

I don’t see You.

The magic has left
the building,
seeing it being
desecrated.

I know you tire of
my excesses,
being God.

I miss your
sweet touches,
always electrifying
Me.

We still are
like magic,
We are there
and
not there.

I long for you….

Ain’t No Angel….a poem

Sorry, I ain’t no
Angel….

I am man-shaped,
and I continuously burn,
a living yellow flame….

From days of old,
people have runned
from
my embrace,
Fearing the passions
I would share with them.

Why do they flee me?

In school,
I would sometimes set
my desk on fire
just sitting with
daydreams of loss….

I sit,
Alone,
Lacking someone
like myself who I
can burn with!!!

No Angels need apply….

A Lucky Bed, a poem

….3,480 and counting….

I place my Lotto ticket,
In a mattress of
pass winners and losers.

Once filled with features,my mattress
grew lumpy,
the lumps the only thing to
keep warm and comforted.

Then, like a dragon,
I stuffed my bed with lotto tickets,
thinking my bed with love
and sex would change.

With a hundred-million to one odds,
I figured I had nothing to lose….

….except my faith in my own self and prideful sexiness,
nothings to keep me company….

Better alone?
Well, at least the Lotto tickets
Don’t talk back….

I still don’t know my tears….

From time to time they make
surprise appearances.

They appear upon waking,
or while looking at my

refection,
or sitting on the toilet.

They are abundant sometimes,
making me want to hide in shame.

But I refuse to wipe them away,
focusing on the tracks they leave.

Years ago in Detroit,
working a deadend job in Ecorse,
or sitting alone in a bathhouse steam room
because there are no men to flirt with.

Apparently,
nothing has changed.

5th and Broadway

Made a light post
my home,
leaning against it in

lingerie
or fishnets,

seein’ all yah
folks go by
intent on your business

some smile and say hello
some ask my rate.

others with rudeness
shun me, and ask me to repent.

what I do, I would do
for free,

but how else would
a gal like me make a livin’?

But when you all go home
at night,

I’m humpin’ the post….

10.18.2020

Man, it was in January that I left Father Joe’s shelter, and that seems so long ago.

Which means it has almost been a year in my little room, piecing my life back together again.

Despite some very stupid mistakes that I have made, I’m still heading in the right direction.

I’m at another crossroads though: I only allowed myself a year or two to stay in California, and wanted to return home to Detroit.

Or I can save my money so I can pay Uncle Sam his $2,400.00 dollars to renounce my citizenship and go to Europe with my best friend. Or travel to Asia looking for Tantrics or Taoists lovers and friends.

Renouncing my citizenship is actually something I thought about doing since the height of Occupy Wall Street, and now this year 2020 where there has been far too much death and racial, political strife.

Leaving the country once and for all.

As I right this, however, I will likely return to the Big D, my Motor City, because I don’t want to leave my family, and I have friends I’d like to stay close to. (Years ago I tried to get my Mum and sister to move down to Atlanta with me, she didn’t leave then, and she won’t leave now. Besides, after I get my money right I can return to Detroit and finally buy my house. My Mum still has no idea that I was homeless).

Or I could stay in San Diego, but the problem with that is that I haven’t met any Taoists or Tantric practitioners here, it’s like they don’t exist, and I won’t go back to regular old sex or spirituality.

Guess I’m stuck for awhile….

I have bought my domain finally and will be writing there. I won’t delete this blog, because it saved my life, hence the name.

And I thank all of you for your support, it’s been fun.

Sincerely,

Eugene Hardy