What It’s Like

Jethro: Claims to be a career criminal. Claims he’d rather freeze outside than to be back behind the wall. He is currently homeless.

We’ve all seen a man at the liquor store beggin’ for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
“Get a job, you fuckin’ slob” is all he replies

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it’s like
Then you really might know what it’s like
Then you really might know what it’s like
Then you really might know what it’s like

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said, “Don’t worry about a thing, baby doll, I’m the man you’ve been dreamin’ of”
But three months later he say he won’t date her or return her calls
And she swear, “God damn if I find that man I’m cuttin’ off his balls”
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin’ through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore

We’ve all seen a man at the liquor store beggin’ for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
“Get a job, you fuckin’ slob” is all he replies

……………….

I’ve seen a rich man beg
I’ve seen a good man sin
I’ve seen a tough man cry

I’ve seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie

I’ve seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between

I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green

I stroked the fattest dimes
At least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart

You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends
On where you start

I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks
Out on the corner with drugs

He liked to hang out late
He liked to get shit faced
And keep the pace with thugs

Until late one night
There was a big gun fight
Max lost his head

He pulled out his Chrome .45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead

And now his wife and his kids
Are caught in the midst
Of all of this pain

You know it comes that way
At least that’s what they say
When you play the game

God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it’s like

….. To have to lose… …..

Blindsided by Complacency

homeless

Though we all struggle with our own demons.  There is no evil presence such as, complacency.

What a relieve to wallow in my own shit?

Well, no, not really.  It does me and anyone I know, very little good if I do not get off the cross and take a walk around…gather in what small acts of kindness can do.

Occasionally, I will go down to visit some friends that I have made.  Society calls them homeless.  I call them too easily disposed by the powers that be.

I had been homeless once.   And, though, the climate had been warm, I will never forget the ‘look’!  The ‘lack’ of a good conversation.  The way passersby turned their heads ever so slightly.  Just enough to not acknowledge my presence.

Course, those days are over…for good?  Only the Goddess knows and she ain’t telling.

With due course, refugee’s will be coming by the masses.  Most likely, with struggle and condemnation.  I do not disagree in holding out a helping hand to those who only want…what I take so, lightly.  I do have a qualm with the continued lack of respect and acknowledgment that our society hands to it’s impoverished forgotten disposable beings…that most likely, just want the warmth of a good conversation.

“How can there be so much life and death intertwined?  The bottomless depth of emotion’s cascading course!  I walk with bloodied hands.  Knowing I am no better.  No stone cast forward from my shadow’s grace.  No closed door within my house…that hadn’t been there without my force.  True as the winds dimish and the sun wanes…my walking stick unwittingly becomes…judgment’s cane.”

 

michael
MIchael and Ginnie: holding a picture of Junior. Junior ended up being surrendered. As Michael puts it, “…the winter outside…ain’t no place for a dog!”

jonathan
Jonathan: loves to serenade you with tunes from the Righteous Brothers. He gets a little edgy when he hears voices. He will be evicted next month.

jethro
Jethro: Claims to be a career criminal. Claims he’d rather freeze outside than to be back behind the wall. He is currently homeless.

helping hands
If we continue to sit in the calm of our comfort…we will miss the abstraction of giving.