Friday, December 21, 2012

Merry christmas from the streets or Bah Humbug to you scrooges!

Setting alone on a sidewalk.

Weary and old

I watch them walk.

Rushing to their fancy homes.

Carrying gifts and talking on phones.

Noses in the air.

Seeing me and giving nothing but a glare.

As they walk haughtly by.

Pretending fear of the poor.

They rush to hail a Taxi Not even giving me the time.

Its the holiday season. I say.

I only have plastic they say.

Cashn is so yesterday.

Then buy me a meal? I ask.

The cold winds blow . But not as cold as their hearts.

Have alousy Xmas every one of you. I pray.

Till you wake with the desire to help one another.

Not from greed and desire for gain.

But need of another who is less fortunate than you.

Every one says Happy Holidays. Instead of merry Christmas.

Because of fear of offending a person of a different faith.

However its ok for a jew to say happy hanikah. Or a muslem to worship id.

They as the people of this nation do not worry about anyone but them selves.

Twas thew night before christmas all the Yupies wraped in their homes

Mr scrooge went by as usual. Not caring about the poor of the poor.

Thousand dollor laptop in his arms for his kid headed to collage.

I hope to only have a hamburger before everything closes for CHRISTMAS DAY.

I leave the starbucks. Asking passerby for change. No one out they all went home.

Winter winds whip the thin cloth coat. As we walk along the icy sidewalk bare of people

prusuing their seasonal passtimes. Of decorating trees and hanging lights in the windows.

Another year gone. Time passes by so quickly, as snow creeps through the hole in my shoe.

Iwander the side walk. Looking at windows lit yellow and bright.

With cheerful children inside.

At least they have a christmas tomorrow. I think to myselfe.

Setting watching the rudolp the red nosed reindeer. Frosty the snowman and such.

To sleep never to sleep on this the most exciting night. As mom and dad get the gifts out from where they are hidden . To put under the tree.

I roll out my sleeping bag and pilre on the blankets 3 or four wishing for more.

Remembering jessie died yesterday because it was too cold.

In the morning ill hopefuly find coffee. And mabey in the afternoon some christians will bring turkey sandwiches to me. And other homless.

In this town.

Our nations capitol where either you are rich of the rich or poor of the poor no middle ground it seems.\

I only ask if you see a bum think of his family. Who he misses and friends gone. Off to their homes thinking nothing I can do.

When a hot shower and a warm bed would be nice.

All year I look for work. None to be had. I make my own job. And noone wants my product.

I ask for change and all I hear is only have plastic. Or I only give to recognized charities.

Think if you walk past a bum hot chocolet would be nice. Or just asmile on your face only if you mean it.

But knowing you people in your warm homes and fancy cars wearing your gucci and brooks brothers. You don't care

well I stil wish you amery Xmas. And please visit the bear on this the lonliest day of the year.

but all you care about is being wraped in your self centered warm ass coocoons.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

McPherson Square By Patricia Mcgurk Martin.

(Pat is a homless woman I know  and im publishing one of her works. – WWW)0195664-R3-021-9

 

The Aryan Poems

naziland

swaziland

USA,USA,

Naziland

Swaziland

Tranceland

My Love.

 

trancland

danceland

Ballrooms no more

Live dancing wit the Stars

Stars reciver , Failed.

 

naziland

swaziland

dreams

dream, dream

 

of Alsatia.

 

Hittler dreamed too.

I saw his fancy shoes passing over the  the street grate I stood under.

nazi street

grate Patrols

Food deliveries yeilded.

yet, no disscussions just terror of open air prisons.

subteranian space.
Standing tightly packed. under streetgrates.

Prisons for profit under my feet.


Mars utopia is here.

McPheerson dreams
Dreaming . Dreaming

he called ourt to me reciving reliving

cyberspace jails

recive me

parked cars used or unused utopian divisions.

 

I looked for you in Mc Donalds jesus.

I looked for you in parks

in fast food restauraunts

I lost you and wept for you.

 

Alasan aryan dreams

we sang like swans.

with black and white throats.

Our field of dreams/

blu with white stars.

We sang and prayed

under stary tarp

Ducks dreamed too

Flocks flying over me. sparrows, seagulls,and starlings.

flew over us at night.

reaming dreams I . dreamed with you

trance dreams include

they were full birds  - four full birds

flying over me.

the Nazi misstress

without choices

or freedom

spoke-at three years old

ICOULDN’T BREATHE . 

I COULD’Nt BREATHE

the sun froze over me. Blocked me

The light was blocked as I lay on the ground

four full birds flew over me

and blocked the sun At McPhearson Square under the tent of Dreams.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Mushroom by JZ

I'm not a mushroom for you to step on.

Im not a sidewalk ornament for you to hang on your tree;

or a lost soul you tossed a token jingle from your pocket bible to make yourself feel better and then go on your way; 

or a place to come on holidays to hang your glitter on me.

I'm not a dirty bum you passed without looking at-as you carry your shiny Gucci, Neiman Marcus and Saks bags.

I'm a man, who once had a wife.

I'm a woman who once had a family.

Im a child and I have a mother somewhere; and a father who left;

Who yearn for my return;

To know how life's currents sent me here;

There was a place I called my home-before this sidewalk adopted me.

So save your change me attitude, 

And spend it on your Gucci bag, your Neiman shirt and your Saks cologne; and change yourself:

For I'll be here tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...but I'm not a mushroom for you to step on.

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Monday, December 17, 2012

RIP MIRA

is with asad heart I report the death of a peace actavist and manager of the peace house. Mira. Who was born and raised in palastine during the Israli occupation.

In acccordance to GA res . Hearafter shall McPhearson Square be known as Mira Square

may she rest in peace and be heald in the arms of her creator.

Mira

aguiding light.

A person of princaples sharing her life with us.

so we may learn of suffering and sufferage.

Of lives lived and lost in a foregin land.

Where contradictions abound.

Through warfare and strife .

Mira came to the promised land

She saw all was not well . Joined the american people.

As we began thefight for our rights.

We call Occupy.

It is my prayer she be remeberd by all

as we move forward to Liberty.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Anonymous lights the way

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We are leagion.

Every person who dreams of change is anon. Man woman child. The barista served you the latte.

We are here looking to make peacful change for the better. In the world we now occupy.

People of the world from a fruit vendor in Tunisa. To Scott Olson in okland california.

We are the american people we are the lybian people.

Ready to give our lives a person should be able to walk down the street with out fear of athoraties asking to search you.

With out fear of being picked up for questioning for our belifes.

A belife that we the people can make a world that is better than the one we exist in now.

We the american people are now going into the second year of revolt. Because our elected officials refuse to hear us out in the streets crying for food. Crying for jobs. Crying for homes. Men women Familys.

We the american people and the people of the world are pleged to give our lives. For a better world tomorrow for all mankind.

We do not forget.

Mass unemployment.

Hunger and lies by our government.

Fear of losing our homes to bankers because of polocies that are designed to only make bankers richer. ( giving a lower mortage rate, Cuting off the old mortage. Then telling the person that they cant pay their mortage though they are getting dunning letters. Because the new mortage rate has not been processed. Then beginning eviction proceedures to kick the people out so they can sell the same house to some one with more money)

we do not forgive. The children dying in the streets. Of the richest nation in the world.

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