Read in wonderment at the life of a demented writer. Read as he wanders the world pondering his mind and his belly button. Is that Jimmy Hoffa's body?
Sad? You bet!!!!
Like a dream,
Falling apart,
Seeing you there,
In that photograph,
And the memories,
Slipping away,
Into a place,
To find myself,
Dreaming of a better place,
And I see,
That memory,
Dancing free,
Into the setting sun,
Like a memory in color,
Falling apart,
Falling to pieces,
Seeing the dream breaking up,
Drifting apart,
Wondering where,
Why,
Tomorrow never comes again,
Today is today,
Yesterday is just,
A long ago dream,
Seeing a prayer,
Dancing in the rain,
All night,
To fear the time,
To live in misery,
Falling apart,
Dreaming of why,
Nothing matters.
Life is a dream,
Caught in a loop,
Wandering towards,
The edge,
Misery
In technicolor,
Forever in lies,
Painting black and white,
Living a dream,
Falling apart,
Into misery,
I sigh,
To the night high,
Life is like that,
Dancing in star light...
You don't know,
That feeling deep inside,
The one that makes you,
Cry without the tears.
And the seas were crying,
For life,
And the wind howled
For you,
To see the sun come rising up,
The misery of life itself,
Coming up from the gallery.
And the sun sets on it all,
When the darkness comes a calling,
Will we see the light?
The howling of the misery,
Falling from the grace,
Tell the night to hold me,
To make it all seem right.
And the world keeps dancing on,
And on,
And on,
And my misery,
Keeps laughing in its face.
And when the morning sun is rising,
We'll be found,
Dancing in her grace.
Every day is a blessing,
A betterment of life,
Even when you're down,
You have to stand to see the sun,
A rising in the sky.
Dear Reader, I decided to take a walk down to the Family Dollar store to buy tasty cheese burgers and spicy chicken sandwiches for dinner; it was a humid night but the walk helps me get my mind figured out as it has been a jumble of stuff lately.
As I walked; the usual hand out asking fellows approached me; pushing their hands out in front of me.
I try not to judge but being a broke ass fellow myself, I try to tell them to "Fuck off!" without using those actual words.
I have told my own story of being a homeless person in previous episodes; mostly I slept under a tree for a month and a half while working at a Safeway store; it was fun for about ten seconds but I wouldn't do it again unless some TV network wanted to pay me a million dollars to relive the excitement.
And even then I would want some hot co-stars to be announced later.
As I kept moving; I heard someone yelling towards me.
"Excuse me sir!" he said, approaching me, flipping his wallet out for me to inspect.
"My name is Rob, social security number ###-##-####!"
"Okay, hi Rob!!"
I was thinking I was being detained by a member of the Air Force in some weird sting operation.
"Could you help me in obtaining a meal?"
"Sorry sir, I'm living the dream myself!"
I would have continued my conversation with this fellow but soon he spotted another fellow; a man in a 'Latin Food Truck' and approached him, showing him his ID and repeating his social security number for some odd reason.
And that's how I saved the world from an alien invasion or something.
THE WIND AS SEEN BY LIFE - A BEAT POEM AS INSPIRED BY A READING
The wind swept through the lands;
We were but ants spread against the shifting sands,
That life,
There,
Spread free,
From the boat we ran,
Alive in our fight,
Some soon,
To be dead.
There was a silence among the ravens; the hills were bloodied; the spirits gone.
Who was standing against the rage?
The city lights burned brightly,
Alley ways strewn with broken glass;
The business men;
High polished shoes;
Ties;
Catch the 4:45 to evening supper;
High,
In that blight;
I swim into the sea;
It is night;
Kings;
Flying free,
Degenerates in the flop;
Flipping off the man;
Smoking;
Dusty roof tops;
The clock;
Tick
Tock!
A pawn shop;
Down that street,
Falling downwards,
Into a spin,
I'm still walking;
Those electric youths;
Trying to find;
Themselves,
Falling backwards,
Into clockworks,
The gears of society,
Grinding them,
Into pieces,
Everyone was dead,
His soul was dead,
That soul,
Where did it go?
Plan man, getting on the plan, to see if I can find life; the fuck!
That is the plan; man; to fuck, to see, to get out, to get on, to fly into the sea!!
"Shit!!"
I was drinking with the brightest of the insane.
College students were pushed up against the wall; trying to kill those brain cells at $3.00 a shot.
"Fuck!"
The words slipped from his tongue before he realized what was going on.
A fist to his lips.
He dropped to the floor.
Wham!
Blam!
Was he dead yet?
Coke heads in the streets; trying to catch a cab to home.
"Screw off!" Sam yell; his unkempt hair sprawling off to all sides; the drivers flipped him off in return and then spat in his general direction as they sped off.
We were walking; the broken sidewalks tripped us every few steps with the chipped cement.
"We should go and see Sid, he's has the shit!!" Carl said; trying to catch himself in mid trip.
I nodded.
It was a mile and a half to Sid's place.
Fifth street.
Sid was a good clean kid but he sold the best stuff; whatever you needed he had.
We made it to his place; at his mom's house.
"He's in the back boys!" she said, smiling and went back to her rum and coke.
We moved back.
"Well boys, do we have a party?" Sid smiled and motioned to us.
We sat.
Two lines of cocaine for each.
Sleep.
Catch a break.
Silence.
Flee.
Feel.
Are we alive?
Madness,
Caught in the door,
Wandering through,
Fly,
High.
We found ourselves later; outside, down the street, trying to catch a cab.
They never stopped.
One of the few girls in the group drove by.
"Need a ride!" she giggled.
We all got in.
Movement.
Flying still,
That road,
Underneath,
Trying to make us fall,
From that Lord's grace...
"Are you okay Johnny?" I heard her saying, shaking me from some awful dream.
I felt okay; lying there in some drug induced sleep; booze infested sores inside my brain trying to move outside, to take over that scene.
I could smell her sex; and my own body tried to respond.
"Pervert!" she giggled, slapping me teasingly.
Call out;
Oh sinners of the streets,
Your fleeing moments,
Ripe to be plucked,
To be thrown into the muck,
If we do not die tonight,
May we live for tomorrow!
I told her that I loved her; she was my only light.
"I love you more!" she replied, smiling, almost laughing in evil delight.
I couldn't feel my body but still there I stood; looking into her face, into her soul.
