I bent...broke...fought back...did the time...pled..and let all others off...
cause Im not a goof rat...Even if they called me that....I know what
I am....I look like superman now and then...But I really know superman
..*inside joke* ...
I walkd from so much..but only after taking bullshit and giving every
drop of blood...cash..patience...credit....
Dont blame them! they! its us...We just roll over..."Okay here..
Oh I dont mind...Oh you are right...Oh I dont need this money...
No I was going to the concert But I can run and get U your
stuff.."
dog trainer said...Ur dog is primitive....but shes bright!!
Since then...Im the trail captian...she listens now...and
same with my woman.....When I got real and said....Im
outta here....Ruth..Beth..Mary Joe..will appreciate what
I do!..And they damn well will....But I love chaos...Just
want my bae to pull it back a notch..which for now
she is....If U let yourself be a Sad Sack..no ones going
to respect U...In jail..man I be taking your food tray
bitch....U give me your smokes...sleep on the floor.
:Oh I dont mind..oh okay" see what I mean...
I aint no punching sack....them things are heavy
they got knock baby..dig..So knock em back..
Not physically...U do time for that...
But if U dont stand for seomthing..then people
treat U like a nothing...
Not lately man...I aint no ones Boy...
I did Mans work all along!
and I got respect of the man...

but I dig what yer saying
and its a hard one...Asking for the love
then demanding it...and then
just getting it...a hard route to take
learning to Be Top Alpha
but its worth it!!

Thank U!

Your words have raised you from the ashes to live and be liberated once more.

I look in the mirror and I see the Source of all my troubles staring back at me.
Why do we never see our own beauty? People tell you that you are ugly, worthless and we believe them. They tell us we are beautiful and we think it is a lie. Why is that?
I like your poem a lot, very powerful!

I do now.....People said I have beautiful grey eyes
for I believed myself ugly and still do when I get
tired weak......I had a mother who could make me
fly and then stand on my back and break my
wings..look at her watch and drive off....its a
metaphor....She would knit me a sweater
and do my laundry when dying of cancer
and put five hundred dollars of her own money
when I asked....Someone finding the motel
I Lived at.....And then three months later say
I was the one she depended on most when she
got sick with cancer and was dying for real
this time..She fought it for years!!...
She worked hard....She looked after a three
floor apartment..a good place run by decent
Jewish people on Jane and Wilson area of
Toronto..a good place and still is though the
surrounding is getting tougher!!

I was eating out of dumpsters...on and off
the street at times.....picking tins for money
for food for my woman and smokes for her..
when she got a house..and new man
she put me and my stuff in a carboard
box close to where my dad lived...Forty miles.
and drove off...In the rain......but it was time...
and we still write...We both had each others
backs..she pulled me from the fire many
times so I knew it was just business..
And we were not suited...

its hard...looking at that mirror...and seeing
what the people that believe in you see...
its overpowering...
our captors tell us not to trust the outside world
that everyone is out to get you and they
are right.....World is full of pimps and abusers
even on this site...they are everywhere..
Its like an immune system
Our ego system..our self worth system
can fight most Viruses...
but trust is the key everyone uses

trust in me....

No thank U!
and
I have done fine trusting in myself
since in the last few years only
and on bended knee to a higher
power...

its really fucking hard...
took me years...
we are raised with our abusers
looking after us...cash..clothes
roof...food..while they take
from our cash for us..our bodies
.our mental being..and they send
us out to bring them back the
booty and prize
and a kick in the face away...
Been through that
and beneath the simmering
rage and anger that as soon
as that comes out they throw
us in jail or the nuthouse.
hoping that we never
compromise our freedom
through their sacrifice!!

but that happens everyday
paper is full of this...

sometimes U learn how to
be a magician
sometimes the spirits
let U work their side....

thank U Phoenix!

Mr Wolf!

I can really relate to this piece of work...it describes my early years through much of my twenties! what I don't understand, is why people wanted to make us feel this way about ourselves. maybe we give them that power over us because we want to be close to them and for them to love us. it's time we took back that power! good luck, I wish you peace and happiness :)

*hugs, Car

We watched...skills of those opressors
like a great swivelling gun turret
on a tank....blowing aside now and
then for us a break in the wall...
but
out of the blue blasting us
leaving us in a firefight
exposed...
watched em drive away...

the closer U are the barrel
cannot drop
but they will shoot their nose
off ...Metaphor or the leg
that you are clinging to them
too...

and funny but how they are
all talented and brilliant
not crediting them
their genes get passed to us..
Call em shit gamblers..
but we got our turn at the table
years later eventually..
Or we fold....

when I read Poetry I was brilliant
ungroomed unglued
and cut down in no mans land
by words...which I love
so U can imagine
and our family was articulated
as a Spandua Gun...
some got away...

every time I wanted to "leave"
God saw fit to take me from
the bench and back on the ice
(Canadians...Hockey metaphor)

there is no Why..
it just is..
Gusta sa Gusta!

great poems!

Lets Survive!

thank U

Mr Wolf!