A lifeless mass not thinking straight..................

when one gets such a feeling
its the beginning
or
onset of deep... recession ....
to such situations my only answer is

MEDITATION

AS 1942 born you ought to take my advice
how so ever senile ...
it may be a blessing in disguise...
Ian....
I am a scientist.... studying the .....Human Mind..

I crawled out of my 'cardboard home' to read this and realise it could be me or anybody. It is well written, though I did not see insanity in the pen. Best wishes

tr

Even here in my city not far up the escarpment
there is a glade of cedars where the bush people go
a freer place sometimes then the noisy burden of
living in a group in restructured homes not meant
for the needed changes to turn large family dwellings
into Rooming places ,,, but I lived rough too
I talked to people...most were pretty straight out
The whiners I left alone.. they closed themselves off
but the others worked as it was ..they could manage
an alleyway keeping an eye on things for those working
in the businesses attatched..There were those not too
proud to hold doors and ask for change and could hold
their hot mouths in check when rejected or rebuked.
I befriended many online who actually had laptops and
hooked up with wireless connections through roaming
using street plugs here and there for cleaning and
advertisements to charge their bought for or stolen
laptops to keep track of food kitchens and gatherings
that offered things and shelter times clinics..Not all of
them were well... physically or mentally..
I talked to a glue sniffer squatting on the building
some people were afraid for me but I knew they knew
the city well enough to be relaxed here like they were
and sure enough. They knew where the kitchens were
that offered free food and the food bank and gave clear
directions.. I was very thankful... People walking by
well fed well clothed coming from work would not maybe
know about those things.. Their heads would be full
of paying bills and club fees and feeding mates or condo
parking. I knew accountants and high end nurses
too I befriended along the way. I sure dont see life
in black and white.

Cardboard if covered well lasts awhile and offers some
silence from the traffic jet noises.. The shelters provide
but there are people who never stop talking or want to
tell you their view of their worlds... Or those poor souls
who wake up screaming in the night....and the lice
bed bugs and crabs. If society didnt care or churchs
who offer their doors in winters here many would and still
do freeze solid from drinking or drugs downtown in the
bigger cities.. A lot of the places are funded from wealthy
families who are proud of their city and built much.
Al Capone ran a soup kitchen from his city in Chicago back
in the day in the hard hit depression times of America..

I dont forget those times I took when I lived away to ponder
things.. Or the people who gave a hand and were patient
and quiet about teaching me the way to exist there either

this poem has great authenticity Ian
Thank You

for your writing and commenting
on Neopoet here
I greatly appreciate this!