When I stare into the crowd
I feel a pain so low
The uselessness I bear
Keeps me away from the glow
Walking around just to keep
warm during the day.
People so hostile saying get out of my way.
As night time approaches, we huggle up in the cold.
In some damp subway making me feel so old.
Rats keep us company their whispers filling the night.
Continuing for hours until the morning light.
Awakened forcefully to another dreaded day.
Picking up my belongings and being told to go on my way.
Hunger fills my soul with regrets from the past.
I really don't know how long I can last.
Carrying life's possessions all in my hands
Walking with no directions along this cruel land.
One of these days I may find my way again.
Until that time arrives, my soul will bear the pain.
When your heartless person
And do bad things to hurt others
But thinks that it’s funny
Keep living because your
Day is coming, someone is
Going to do you worst
Uncaring
Miracle Man
8/24/2024
When problems arise.
The person who doesn't care
will be of no help.
I like sad music
that wrenches the heart.
It drowns me with the feelings
of not belonging but deeply apart.
It elevates me to the likes of the
Gods of hurt,
because of this genocidal earth
I was broken
from the moment my senses
began to start.
I could never become a stone,
dance in delight with happy tunes,
be someone justifiably
cruel and uncaring smart.
(April 07, 2023)
Once there was love,
Until you got what you want,
A holiday of fun and then it was gone.
You broke away, with only thoughts of your own,
No compassion for me, or how we had grown.
You left me with child, and walked away,
No care in the world and no intention to pay.
You wanted your way, no baby at all,
But left me nothing and wouldn’t answer my calls.
The pain you caused,
The loss in me,
But you were to busy with her to see.
You moved on with life,
Not a care in the world,
You told me your struggling, but nothing prevails.
You noticed my weakness,
And then you approach,
Knowing I’d buckle and let you in close.
I knew about her, but yet you still wanted to meet,
Baby now gone, you think you have the world at your feet.
I’m here when you want me,
How stupid am I, just second place in the corner of your eye.
She will find out one day soon, the true colours you hide in the corner of your room.
One day you will find no corner to turn,
No one to help you and be by your side,
You ruined everything in the blink of an eye.
What do you call four tigers lounging together?
A bevy, a flock, a herd, or a pride? —beats me,
Beauty in the tall grass, they’ve devoured a goat
Now resting together under a lone savannah tree.
Exquisite cats free in the wild and yawning wide
In mid-afternoon, the sun is summer tropical hot,
Soft purr of a safari trekker nears with a guide
When quiet is shattered by a thundering shot.
The remaining three lunge headlong into the bush
Unharmed, unaware of the cruelty of humans,
Or the whereabouts of their own in the rush.
Unsafe in their habitat from becoming tokens,
Testimony to the frivolity of uncaring fools,
Whose bravery exists only behind powerful weapons.
Written July 29, 2022
I’ve been working in farms
With muscular arms
Besides determined tractors
Chiseling out their contours.
They are never the days I play:
My Monday, Tuesday and Thursday,
My eyes fastened on The Soil;
The reason why passersby recoil …
My burnt energy I try to like;
On the soil every Single Strike,
All the seduced watchers in a maze,
My willpower A Shrouded Haze!
I shall keep working in farms
Rogues visit with arms;
Main target The Palms
But soon might try a charm
To one or all of them harm.
She is about to disclose
What we reluctantly expose:
What in envelopes we enclose
And their display don’t suppose…
About to queerly propose
An idea other oppose:
What you wouldn’t on one impose,
Except it was what you wickedly chose
And could channels for complaints close:
A blonde asking that she nude pose
While funnily holding Thorny Rose
And a child bleed a foe’s toes
For the blood that evenly flows!
Who wouldn’t her tag ‘The Badly Uncaring
The weirdest of the thinkable baring?
I care not for rules…
Write as I wish…to critics
I say “posh and tish”
terrorist sandwich
elevator smash
silent stranger talk
no eye contact
no touching
elevator stops with a jerk,
we are all stuck
I-phones do not get signals.
efforts to be human kick in
after the initial shock
silence resumed
humanity strained
elevator etiquette
promotes apathy and ignoring
each other
pretending we are un-humans
terrorist sandwich
Dawn sighs a crimson vapor
along a beach of trolls
(pretending to be plastic things)
fond of gleaning the mind
leaving a trail of seaweed and grit behind
that stays with you till the ends
meet time....
The yawl is beached
skin blistered blue till white
listen to wind stories whispering
truth always lies somewhere between
pulp and rind-piper and gull
solitude and scream.
Take a picture of the sunrise
through the foggy lens of
a been there- done that life
but there are new things to see
yes, worthwhile things- aren't there?
Just pan offal from pristine.
and when you've reached
what you've had all along,
hide your disappointment cleverly
wear its flaw on your ringing finger.
I'm heading for unspoiled terrain
{hopefully sooner than later}
rescued from the hearth of a deepening canyon, called uncaring.
A one-way cool air balloon ride
into the lattice of heaven.
As the wind blew over the smoking embers,
The smells moved into homes-
Houses that stood by the ancient crematorium.
It's always crowded, so many people die these days-
We've even seen half burnt bodies,
There's no time to reduce you to ashes.
But we can purge you in other ways-
You can flow, (dead and burnt) through Ganges.
Or shall we top-up your fellow-being's grave
With your body, and let you disintegrate,
Together with another man's bones?
We can also, in full faith and silence,
Submit you to the priest
Who sets up a luncheon of you, for scavengers.
Gone are the days, when we loved you enough
To preserve you.
Now we're uncaring bastards
Who were erroneously granted existence.
Birth without love, in death no solace...
The wind seemed not to care
How fondly grew our hearts
Of maple's scarlet hue
Upon the morn, not one,
No single leaf was left to
To bask in Autumn's brilliant view
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