Thoughts

An anomaly,
I see before me,
the riddle,
not in the middle,
apocalypse and tragedy,
melt before my eyes,
it's not a disguise,
dehumanized.

Protruding limbs,
sins and skeletons,
cloud my vision,
canteen full of oil,
blood soup boils,
not enough elitists,
doesn't taste right yet,

Set, guide us,
unsettling isn't working,
brain-damaged monkey,
spoiled child,
what can he do?

Our night is their day,
the shells, the words,
the flesh tears away.

Hey!
Please wake up,
you've been asleep too long,
Time is passing,
even the weeds won't grow,
it's all dying,
the monkey's lying,
shooter's pulling the strings,
taking us all hunting,
I don't want to wear antlers.

Blink...home is gone,
don't know this land,
the heat, the sand,
they need a hand.

Promises broken,
brought fire instead,
Death in tow,
they know it well,
showed us Hell!

The Sun, our Son's, setting,
Daughters by their sides,
Children are lost,
God killing God,
No one wins.

Skid Row, the movie

What it is people? I know I haven't posted here since, like, Dollar Bill was serving interns manwiches and gas was a dollar a tank, but I had to get on the rooftop to shout about something that affected me this evening. My wife and I just saw a movie called Skid Row, starring Pras of The Fugees. This is a documentary about Pras living as a homeless person on L.A.'s Skid Row for nine days, with nothing but a camera crew covertly filming in a van and a camera person tagging along, doing the same. I can only sum up the feeling from deep within my soul in this way; when the film was over, I felt a pain in my heart, a pain I've only felt when I lost a loved one. In truth, something in me died tonight, and that was the way I think about the homeless of this country, of this world! I've always had a soft spot for those less fortunate than myself, but I always found a way to keep the sadness of their situation at a distance; never again. Through his experience, you see the helplessness of people who are just trying to stay alive. Pras learns quickly that he has to have a hustle, such as panhandling, to get money for food or go hungry. He takes you on a ride where panhandling all day might not get you enough to eat and definitely won't provide you with enough to have shelter for the night. This point is hammered home when he tries to find shelter only to discover that the nighttime bus to the shelter won't let you on if you didn't get a ticket for the bus that morning. How ridiculous is that? His tent gets stolen and he can't go to the shelter, so he has to sleep on the ground because the shelter has no more room for the homeless due to the rain.The numbers of it will disturb you; 200,000+ millionaires in L.A., 5,000 of which are worth twenty-five million dollars, 80,000 homeless in L.A., 11,000 on Skid Row, not one reason good enough to explain why. We have a catastrophic problem here and it's not being addressed. More people like Pras are needed to bring this to the foreground where it can't be ignored. Why spend billions expanding the Dubya Empire, making enemies of the World, when we should spend that money helping our brothers and sisters in need? This movie is in limited release right now, but I urge everyone to go see it when it reaches a venue in your area. It will move you to take action and never again take for granted what you have. Later. Hi-Lo.