A Friday night of imbued strangers
Streets full of all walks of people
Mostly staggered and tipsy
Haggered and narrow minded
As they sing the only one anthem of
pumping  alcohol inside their veins

A Friday night of rejection and temptation
I couldn't give my cash to enter a joint
Thoroughly rejecting a norm construct
Unhumbled and judgmental
As they sing the only one anthem of
pumping  alcohol inside their veins

A Friday night of inspiration and joy
Where I saw a mirror of myself on the streets
Vagabound souls sat begging for a today
Justice and truth prevails
As they sing the only one anthem of
pumping  alcohol inside their veins

A Friday night of me sat on the ground
At the entrance of a busy closed shop
Begging for the homeless soul as people sneer
The abuse and hate ejected
As they sing the only one anthem of
pumping  alcohol inside their veins

A Friday night of broken promises
When all they do is try to have ******
People set traps of unfriendly gesture
The rotten and pompous society
As they sing the only one anthem of
pumping  alcohol inside their veins

A Friday night of me wooing the drunk
Melodious symphony of "change please"
Negativity beakers but we made money baibe
A reflection of minimalism
As they sing the only one anthem of
pumping  alcohol inside their veins

A Friday night of concluded perception
Their souls touched me, they can go back a time
They try but have no strength within
Sour love was the wound that brought them hassle
As they sing the only one anthem of
pumping  alcohol inside their veins

It's not a Friday night anymore, the dawn smiles
I have a warm home and access to facilities
They have no options and crack is their hope
Police huddles and societal direct abuse
As they sing a song for strangers to listen
For your smile and talk can be the only hope they got

She was a raggered haggered cat
Who caught them thistles in the air
And she gave all that she got
To cause a ruckus and a scare
But when she cottoned on to Elvis' stick
With his velvet thickened hair
She grabbed more than she should've caught
In one fell swoop and snare
Lost all flavour with that candied name
Tossed her future with her flare
Now just a glorified rat
A scandal for all who care
She skirts around the lights and hides where others might
But wouldn't dare

Your born ,you blink
soon ten ,blink again
You scuffle in the playground
cos someone said you stink,
In a second,your twenty,
Did you notice the blink,
Find the girl of your dreams
Blink ,the baby it screams,bottoms
to change ,school to arrange,
Oh the school clothes, so *****,
god you blinked,  your thirty,
career is going great ,expensive holidays ,
were running late,quick kids get on the plane,
now your forty ,blinked again,
your wife has gone,through your neglect,
was bound to happen ,what the heck ,hit the bottle
a quick snifty  ,**** you blinked ,your 50
now your a Grandad ,proud as punch,
take the family out to lunch ,a new lover on your arm,
blink It"s big sixty ,no alarm,
you feel haggered and so worn ,through your life time has torn
but you have money ,yes you have plenty
will see you through ,blink your seventy.
In hospital see the lights, on what is your final night,
now you make your last blink ,hope this poem made you think.

haggered, staggered be
me, struggling, juggling
responsibility
bumbled, jumbled, fumbled, life's
magical, mystical ride

Yesterday the Angels came ,
they fluttered to the ground ,
they landed on roof tops and church spires all around ,
was the day the angels fell.

And we came out into the streets and wondered at the sight ,
thousand upon thousands of tiny angels in the skies ,
caught in. the sunlight

They came and settled all around ,
Some made the image of man out of them ,

Others gathered them up to throw   at each other ,
and laughed as each one fell ,
and we’re trampled to the ground .

Others watched as the angels melted when the suns rays turned
their white to grey ,
untill they had a haggered look ,
and had nothing more to say .

Then in the morning ,
they became hard and cold ,

So man slipped and bruised his knee ,
and man  said to himself ,
“ what has God done to me ? “
He sent these angels once pure and virtiuas  In love
but now we have trodden on them to the ground ,

Like witches struggling for breath ,
with a noose around their necks ,
and yet by the morning they couldn’t be found .
disappeared in the cold light of day
and man stood in wonderment and deep despair ,
as how he had treated those God had sent down ,
to help him fly away .

The feeling
aches
rages within me
all day
of just being left
so alone
so abandoned
I don't think I have ever been so alone
in my life,
its like no words escape my lips
I'm just so alone
and people promise to meet me,
and see me
say "they miss me.."
and than they dissapear
and I  don't hear from them
and I'm left alone
to face my demons inside
the ones I've always pushed away
the ones that have always shattered me inside.
and I always swallowed it down
swalloed it away,
saw everyone else fall in love around me
and still I was left all alone.
See everyone around me
go out with their friends ,
and me not feeling like I truly ever had anyone
who truly saw me,
and so I cut all of them out ,
because they all treated me so badly,
but inside inside
I was weeping crying raging
like a beat up horse
stuck in the wild
feral all alone,
my whole life
I took care of everyone else ,
in hope that one day
someone might see me
and see my pain,
would want to see what made my heart tick
what made my heart sing
the ones who pertended to
and would then just use me
abuse me
and say oh but she is so cute looking
no I'm not, see me.
but how can others see us
if we refuse to see our true selves
how can we have true friends
if we refuse to be our own true friend,
how can we expect others to not abuse us,
if we continue to abuse ourselves,
so now AS I sit broken here alone,
hugging my pillow in despair
not knowing what it  is to love,
to truly laugh,
to know what it is like to experience pleasure
to feel love
my whole life,
I have had a dream to be saved,
without even realizing that
I am the only one,
who can save myself ,
see nothing can save me,
not the *** addiction or the love addiction.
the vanity of wanting to look perfect all the time,
of wanting the food to fill the void within,
of wanting the repression to save me
to not bury me anymore,
but the only way out is through
so maybe tears are miracles ,
maybe tears are beautiful presents of love
maybe tears are hidden transformations
of droplets of love ,
hidden beneath the stars,
maybe healing is about learning to accept
the shadows that come up,
understanding that pain and love are two sides of the same coin
and when you can sit with yourself as you cry and burn
and get back up and take care of yourself again all alone
is when you learn to become the true warrior
and to learn that your voice holds so much power
to unlock codes of activation within your soul
and that when you heal yourself
you become so powerful
UNSTOPPABLE!
To be able to truly experience life and love
instead of or in place of where addictions once were
isn't that the true purpose of life
not to chase after money or ***
but when we are healed and healing
we can have healthy relationships
healthy love and have a healthy purpose
and when we understand the shadows
we understand ourselves
because the world wants to deceive us
and have us think
that we are just always meant to be happy
and if you aren't than there must be something wrong with you
I say no the ones who truly feel pain
and express it
can feel and experience  true joy and true love
and without doing the work we don't truly experience either
why do you think people drink so much and use so much ?
to forget to numb , to not truly feel anything ,
what if we all just had one big crying session all together
and held space for each other
I believe that would help to heal the world so much,
but I think what also helps to heal is kindness
kindness to plants and animals and even insects they feel it all tooo
we are all connected as one conciousness and when we harm one
like mother earth than we are all harmed as a whole.
when you see that old man struggling on the sidewalk or the poor
man haggered all alone and crying
do you have the kindness and love inside of you
to stop to care or to simply wish them love
most people don't why I honestly don't know
I have so many reasons why I should be the most hateful
bitter mean and abusive person in the world.
In fact my family most of them are all that way ,
but even tho parts of me are so hardened,
my heart is still the most alive.
My biggest dream since I have been so alone is to help
save humanity and still even within my struggle
I still do the best I can to help others
truly no one has any excuses in life to be a mean person
everything is choice evolve or stay the  same .
that is all