the talkative brother

Just some thoughts I was onto that day~ not autobiographical, really, just a statement on the people we meet on the street sometimes...the hard lives they live. One bit about a child I met once.... 


 


  a modern zeitgeist

captured by the times
enlightening experiences
the harmony and chaos intertwining to make a measure
like musical sound without traditional modern instruments

more like honking cars and babies crying
a hustle from a guy on the street for some cash
with a smattering of groans and some zither~like strains on the winds
of change...we will progress, as we Must!

if there is no pride before the fall
then there is no fall is that it
so many have lost all sense of pride in self
they laud their wares...a plastic figure for children to play with
flush it down into sewers if you will but Buy IT!

buy my mouth for your pleasure, let me dance for you
indicating i would sex you up if only
we met under different circumstances
if we lived in another place and time

carry me...carry me because the world is so harsh
give me sus, or just enough to buy another drink so i can forget
dark abuses...horrid moments when i couldn't possibly
comprehend what was really going down

who am i ? what is my core value
who are you to me besides a purposeful panderer
someone who i cannot relate to for you have accepted the
horrible dream of this reality as if it is fine

how are you? you reply i am fine and you seem like you mean it
embrace that fineness because that is a feeling some never will know
not in this world man, not in this dire life, no way no how
id reckon I could have reached that "fine" plateau if only

 BROTHER

but then there was all those times when i was so wronged
there were those harsh moments of deep pain dispelling
any real need to be fine like you are fine, id rather be honest with you bro
i had it hard, life swallowed me whole, my wholeness is gone

can i ever get it back? are you offering me some of yours?
well the salad bar don't grow on trees now does it...?
and maybe you won't splurge for the whole steak and potato
but if you have a few minutes i'll tell you parts of why this is my corner

where my hand is forced to ask for what the world didn't give me
where my eyes tell the story when you don't have time to hear me out
my station in space and in the time continuum we call day and night
whether it is dark or light you can "fine" me right around here i am always around

give me a minute of you space time for surveying your eyes and mind
help me understand that you might not have wished my life on your worst damn enemy
tell me that you care with a little bit of change that you could never miss
for life has been kinder to you has it not?...you look like you are a healthy individual

you look like someone i could enjoy talking to if things were a little bit different
you look like a person who might like to have a doobie after work with me, man
if only i wasn't wearing these busted up clothes and my teeth weren't such a wreck
why are teeth so fuckin important anyway man...they just some bones that don't have
skin over 'em

we all flesh and blood man, we all come from mothers and men, some fathers
some mothers are monsters and some are saints, what a world, what a world!
my family abandoned me when i was young, so now that I'm older I'm abandoning them
works for me...they may never understand me doin that but it make perfect sense

the bottle and pipe are my family, my friends are there behind the liquor store
pissing away another day, some are really alright, but they all got a story to tell
and you won't have the time...they can be a little scandalous, a bit rank sometimes yet
id rather hang with them than most fools man, they accept me for who ive become

when i wake up in the morning i try to get me some coffee first before i busk for
drugs hell they are the only thing that will carry me through the day shit,
i couldn't possibly do this is if i wasn't buzzing just a little...i got my pride dude
i may be standing here asking you to love me in the form of caring enough to help out

but i am broken, fractured, fragmented and a shell of my former self, i am busted
and beaten and knocked-down but i get back up man because nobody is gonna care
if i don't care about myself right? hey you wanna go meet my friends back here
they don't like a lot of people but you seem like the cool kind, you seem to have time

most folks don't have time to listen man, they are on the road, on the job, off to work
going to a job interview, going outta town, they are just into something different, some
are way over the edge crazy mad fucks, but they might still drop me something some
damn time

people got to get a taste of whats going on with people like us man, we don't fit into
those cubicles and those corporate diaphrams man,  we only wish our moms were wearing one
but hey we were BORN... still we don't mesh with the executive types, sell outs, the suits
who have sold many of us right under the bridge, we don't cotton to those foul users who
are politically kicking us in the balls an right out of lifes stream, what American Dream? Hah!

They'll take your tax money an rape your daughters with a wicked smile when you ain't
looking man we may not have any much money but we got morals man, we just had
a hard time getting ourselves together after the war, after the wife left, after the trip to
the psyche ward, after the shit hit the fan and the sewage was spilling all over, no one
understands...we don't want to live in those fucking places set up for the destitute

we have to breathe fresh air, be in nature i know it doesn't make sense but give me a

park bench man i will take that over those hell hole missions with their lice and sleeping by
some ridiculous fool who would rob you blind if you had anything valuable at all man
i rather not have one friend if that's what kind of people they expect me to hang out with
Jesus, you been standing here a long time, wanna go sit there on the curb? i know it smells

but it's better than being strung up with duck tape when you cried too loud and boys don't cry
like that for Christs sake man! and he strips your clothes off and robs your sanity for a while
while he hangs you over that rod for the clothes and covers your mouth with some 'til the snot
running down your face and the back of your throat almost cuts off your ability to breathe man

then he beats you while you are hanging there and says cry now son CRY NOW!
i hung there til my mama got home and she was ready to kill him then but hell they always
made up and she would never ever leave him because she was scared he would kill her
he would have too man that fucker was mean hearted and when he drank look the fuck out

well yeah, it was good chatting with you dude, i'll keep an eye out for ya, you a cool cat
yeah thanks i can really use a cup of joe it was a long night, cements rough sometimes
yeah but you take care now, i really enjoyed talking to you brother most folks don't have time
i'll keep you in my prayers man and i hope you will keep me in mind sometimes, GoD BLESS!

captured by the times
enlighten me with your experiences
harmony and chaos intertwining to make a measure
like musical sound without traditional modern instruments
more like honking cars and babies crying



a hustle from a guy on the street for some cash


with a smattering of groans and some zither~like strains on the winds


of change...we will progress, as we Must!