Heartless Soul

Mean spirited and conniving his manipulative voice Thunders around in my ears, sending mystified sound parachuting in the atmosphere, "let things stay as they are"the old voice on its dying bed rumbles behind the phone and a voice that is so familiar secretly feeding him with fiesty words, words that are not encouraging Words designed to block my plans even though I have the upper hand.I listened with curiousity and respond with anxiety, but nothing seems to stop his breath from The secret voice that his playing with his senial mind I have been asking for help since I got here to take Care of things that are beyond repair but the sun comes and burn me out and destiny gathers around me with a loud and boisterous shout.How much more do I have to bear this pain, how much more do I have To stand this shame? how much more do I have to Stand this hunger of a cult like culture designed to make people suffer? the knife and fork was not his will and the boiling pot stands firm on the window sil It has been one year since I have been standing here and I have so much to share I have been supressing this burning desire But there is no one to satisfy this year long hungar I want to go but no one wants to end this show The days and nights are very hot and my spirit weeps when it travel out into the deep. A mystical sound is rumbling under my feet and the dying Sound is playing ping pong on the old man's door beating and knocking pounding and squeezing from the frownsy sweat that is wrapped up in his heartless bed.The way he reason on the phone makes him look like a musical clown spewing out empty words with no balance Words that lack substance and words that defys and polorize the heart of everyone Not a bit of compassion could make you sympathize with his silly outburse that rattles at my spirited door The people are back on the street in droves And everyone is mingling in the corona crowd and noisy sound of human traffic is pounding my heartbeat but my innate thoughts continue to dig very deep, and at the very depth of my soul I muster a courage that is very bold to defeat The annoyance of that heartless soul. Oh how much I want to leave this place Oh how much I want to see your shining face Two hearts will meet when this journey is complete And the earth will tremble at the age old misery And alas the green bucket will overturn and drain The sorrows from the empty shore The heartless soul of.a man is hanging from With an open tomb before him.