Saturday, June 18, 2016

Homeless (where the heart was, is, could be)

Lived many places
masked in many faces
change my glasses and hair
more than the clothes I wear
I don't know my address
but just don't care.
have no interest in that stress
so if need be call me homeless.

Doesn't have pets, loves animals, gets along with children.
Doesn't think the world overpopulated, but too many kids without parents.
Too many bad parents, busy parents, tired parents. Never enough time.
Spent more time sitting at desks in school than getting shown by the one who brought me in to this world about life and living. Too much time in giving all attention to a delinquent parent of the American village: television--the after-school program which teaches morality and instills vacuity simultaneously.

If home is where the heart is and you are heartless then you are homeless.
A thousand houses in deed can't ever fulfill absence of love, company, family.
  If you are heartless you are homeless--the prospect leave me breathless--helpless to overcome the state of Hopeless, Miami, Florida. Glad to know ya,
though I couldn't stand ya for the first 18 years painfully seared inside my eyelids, but don't hide kid from the unflattering reality of simply having a piss poor attitude.
Later it's understood the problem was me,
always, you see humans succumb to overwhelming delusion, chronic confusion.

If home is where the heart is and you are heartless then you are homeless.