01.19.2023

Perhaps, if I could exchange my head for something younger, unclouded, full of hope and wonder, I could feel differently about the world.

I don’t see it improving very much for the poor, especially the homeless anytime soon.

Why?

Because the institutions that could do something, are not only not doing anything, they don’t not know what to do.

It’s like watching a fire feed it self.

So I try to watch.

But to aware in this world, you must watch.

And it is always painful to see.

I don’t think I would like your heaven.

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.

10.09.2022

The first time I heard the word the ‘woke’ in the work place, I was working a temporary employment assignment. Within two hours f hearing that word I was relieved of that assignment, and the agency I worked for didn’t supply me with a new assignment.

It’s likely they looked me up, and didn’t like what they read, (likely it was the poetry).

For that, I do hope they go out of business, forced into welfare.

Or die.

I’ve noticed there is not much talk about economic inequality, or racism, except in terms of politics.

It is both sad and joyful to see my country burn.

Until the next day, a poem.

Honestly,
I came here
on purpose.
Born here,
To be.

But once I got here,
I lived some kind
of
false
advertising.

There was mentioning
of being the ancestors
of black slaves,
or death by being
Black.

So I hammered
at brick
and mortar
walls,
tried to
hang myself
a string from
my kite,
laid on a
wooden floor
until I died.

And died I did….
Until the next day.

So I
joined an army
that would not
let me fight.

Married twice,
smoke everything
that promised death.

Until the next day….

It’s easier to

Just be.

09.08.2022

Good morning.

I’ve been crying for the last ten minutes about Queen Elizabeth II, in fear of her death.

No, I’m not British or a member of the Commonwealth.

I was born and raise in the Midwest.

I’m also crying for my country, the US of A, with the feelings that my country died awhile ago on some unknown date later to be determined by a future historian.

I’m crying about my own death, that I myself may be laying somewhere on a battlefield, comatose having failed in my duties as a human being.

Long live the Queen.

I’m leaving….a poem

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.

08.21.2022

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?