On Tuesday: I'd Rather Sleep Outside

"It is in the shelter of each other that the people live."

-- Irish proverb

Your eyes pick them up, your conscience blurs them out of focus. If you don't acknowledge them maybe they wont ask you....for change. For a nation in despair there is no such thing as "spare" or "change." The nerve of them asking for dollars. Life is hard enough, and hell i dont need some no-good....

A man sitting at a chessboard alone. His eyes wonder, his beard unkept stares into a tomorrow w/o aim. His face is more tattered than his Korean War army jacket , never washed. He tries to find peace on a piece of cardboard supported by concrete. Life is this hard. Doesn't matter the season, life is this cold. Maybe that's why he never takes the damn jacket off.

Ever meet 

eye to eye

w/ a

man w/

no home

Gotchu' feelin

Uneasy

No idea 

what he’s on

He reaches 

in his pocket

And Opens 

up his palms

Out flies

A Butterfly

Singing

Love conquers all....

It's a long walk to rock bottom, but shit that’s where they are. It’s a short walk to the corner store, and that’s why they’re scarred. And they gon' keep gettin scarred. Long as life keeps getting hard. Cause the world blows cold, at least the 'drank' keeps em warm.

The legends of the fall

Pipes needles

and foreign wars

The walls are closing in

Park benches  

like prison bars

Wine bottle telescopes

Looking at the stars

mirrors what we used to be 

stories of once before

forgotten who we WERE

Forgotten who we ARE

Universal thread 

Shreds

so the ROOTS 

Fall apart

Middle passage 

Dramatics 

Alex Haley

classics

Reverse the curse

And throw

Kente’ cloaks

on the backs

Of sleeping masters

In some way we’re all homeless

In some way we’re all bastards

But in some way 

We have to come together 

To heal 

And move past this.... 

You see...

“the bottom” 

wont judge em

The bottles’ll 

let ‘em hug em’

Temporary solutions

To dem' lifelong problems

Empathize

through my eyes

Because I was told

that’s where my spark is

A house 

can't be a home

If it’s not 

Where the heart lives

*note: It costs us absolutely nothing to look our less fortunate bros/sisters in their eyes and smile, to offer a blessing. It could've been you. It can still be you. Do what you'd wish someone would do if that homeless person was you. We are habitual beings who act as we are expected to, treatment someone like their dead, and death becomes them. Affirm love, perpetuate magic.

*peace 2 the heart from the heart