Life is trip
Yesterday I was in one of the worst moods
that I have been in years
I walked outside looked around
It was a sunny day
soon to turn rainy
I looked around
And saw people
Not dead people
Live people
And I looked around
for sticks or stones
Or any thing
To throw at them
I had
wild thoughts of my cops days
How…………. I missed my gun
My power
The world was closing in on me
I hated people and mankind
Every one in my household had gone mad
Every one was fighting
I started getting phone calls
And emails from friends
Students
Every one was sick
Or depressed
Or lost
Older friends told me of how
just recently
They awoke from the sleep
of over working
of logging long hours
too many nice cars
that they never get to drive
money that they cant spend
And discovered that although
They although they had money
They had forgotten
to make A life
They
My peoples
In there fifties
Felt like lost children again
Their marriages long over
Their waist lines
Long forgotten
Neglected lives
Depression
I looked around
and spoke to all kinds of people
seeking out answers
calming the violence
in my soul
I ran into students of mine
Young guys who were depressed
Suffering from the lack of confidence
That comes from lack of jobs
Of life skills
Of hope
I looked around
and spoke to relatives
Of mine much older
Suffering from depression
From loneliness
From more
I looked around
Its night now
and I am walking still angry
Still in a fog
A friend had just left
Down depressed
As I walked this friend home
A car pulled up on side of us
A blue car
And its driver
Shouted ID
Show me Id
I was so foul and nasty
Thinking I was being harassed
By the cops
I was ready for war
How dare you
I looked around
and discovered
The driver to be a old friend
One that I had watched grow up
From a young drug Dealer
to a thirty some thing nice man
who dealt light drugs to survive
Drug dealer
He had tears in his eyes
And threw these tears
He told me of how today
Was one of the worst days of his life
He screwed up every thing
He felt lost
He has been trying to go straight
Had been for over a year
He had been to Training schools
Trucking, heavy machinery operation
Came out
And still couldn’t get a job
So he is locked in a trade
That he wants to flee from
He looked at me and my friend
And says
I know it is the devil
Stopping me from changing
Making me feel like this
Making feel lost and weak
I know it’s the devil
But I wont let him win
A true story
I looked around and it was as if
A angle had appeared before me
I broke out in a smile
We started talking for over a hour
Talking about life
Laughing almost in tears
Until I was able ……………
To look Past the sticks and stones
Past the devil…..
And like this man
I knew the trick to escaping
This hell
This dealer looked at me and said
I wont let the devil win
I will kill him with laughter
I will kill him
With love
I will kill him with hope
I thought I was in a dream
He and I began speaking
of what is going On in the world
This great sadness and despair
That is covering the country
like a
Blanket of despair
No jobs
No dreams
And most of all
No money
We began laughing at our misfortunes
At our mutually shared poverty
And I told him
Joy is the weapon of choice
For me
So I will go home and sing
I will sing until the devil flees
I will pray to thank God
For sending me a life line
And this guy got it
He got the connection
Between god
And hope and love
And we laughed and soon
Our conversation
left despair
I looked around
And told him that now I can go
Home, now I can smile again
I thanked him for his friendship
And told him that
Every thing happens for a reason
God sent me to him and him to me
God let us know
that we are not alone
The devil has a foil
And God is watching
I pulled out my joy
And looked around and saw
A ray of hope
My mood broke
I looked around
Returned home
And sung……………………..
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