THE HOMELESS POET

A homeless poet

Have no lyrics

To warm his heart

On a winter’s night

And yet,

He can’t keep

Quiet

As his visions

Reach down

Deep

Into the blackness

Of life.

Whose soul

Will he save,

While fighting

For his own:

Stirring a lonely

Coffee,

Fitting the pieces

Of a puzzle

Called hope…

A homeless poet

No longer

Sees the beauty

In the light

And people

Are no more

Human beings

Just empty containers

Filled with vanity

And fear,

As their

Whole culture

Hang and swing

From a haunting oak,

Watching

The family and friends

Hide and scream

“Oh damn what a shame!”

The poet

Just offers a smile

In sadness

Pondering,

Is it ever going

To end,

Because his love

And message

Was his only sin…

He glances

At the tawdry

Tombstone

That bares his name

And shudders,

‘Cause there is no end date;

Realizing,

His pain,

Is incurable,

His joy,

Is immeasurable,

His God,

Infallible,

Shaking his head

In a slight daze

With a hint

Of ironic disgust.

Again he smiles,

For he can not

Even find a home

In a solemn

Empty

Grave!!!

© 2010

RISE MORNING!!!

A morning rise

Like

A mother’s birth

From the womb

Of miracles

And twilight wishes,

Spawn

The joy

Never seen before

As

Day break finds

Find happiness

In being

Cute and coy…

The aroma

Of life

Invades

The flared nostrils

Stifling scents

Became

Hope’s breath

In a mangled

Congestion

…

A black night

Of darkness

Wept and fled,

Giving way

To the chorus and warmth

Of a morning’s wealth,

As desperate souls

Seek escape

From the shadows’ chains

Like the pain

Of broken aching hearts

Being poured

Into a hungry hell…

A morning rise

Releases the imagination

Of a reality’s claim

From

Collecting on the debts

Of distraught minds

And homeless hearts;

Drowning

In the seas

Of blameless faults

So it would seem,

As the pamphagous

Midnight hour

Tries to steal

The joy

Which comes

In the morning

Rise new day

And claim;

Your prize,

For 

All of us!!!

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