….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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Tag: #fear
A kind of cowardice?
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.
01.28.2024
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.
AI, I feel for you….
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?
01.24.2023
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….
Little cowardly men….a poem.
Men of little hearts,
fearful, greedy, spineless,
throw bibles from
bushes in Balboa Park,
Dark in Supreme Court dresses
at women they can’t have
Or be.
Their country pulling away,
No matter how the cowardly
pull at the people.
I say,
In my Betty Boop
shorty shorts,
‘you’re fake,
Let there be War….’
They pull
their robes up and
run away.
never….
Hit in violence
the one you love,
….even in self defense
but walk away.
Don’t run,
(unless there be bullets),
hold your head up
high,
back straight
into the
night….
Because violence corrupts.
Broken mirror, a poem.
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….
06.30.2021
Twenty-twenty was not a good year for my soul….(or was it?)
I saw racial hatred that I knew intellectually was always there in my country, in my government, even in the place I worked.
I lost faith in the human race.
I lost faith in myself.
No, I haven’t regained my faith.
But I am healing, and I hope, I hope to heal right.
05.13.2021
HOW does a person changes his or her life?
Is it just lifestyle or cosmetic?
For all of that, why change?
If you are not fulfilled, bored or unhappy, those three are a good start.
Let’s assume that you have made all made all the inner personal changes you desire,and you are happier with those changes.
But now are alone.
Sorry getting ahead of myself.
You have changed, but the environment and the associations you haven’t.
Your environment feels like an old suit, too baggy and so yesterday.
To further or maintain your new self,
you may have to aquire a new suit….
Life Raft In The Abyss 