creative
juices flowing
what
i’m undergoing
i’ve
yet to comprehend
bought
groceries for
a
homeless family
filled
the toys for tots bin
haven’t
been drinking
but
cigarettes stinking
as
i burn through
a
pack a day
don’t
have much to say
but
other’s needs
constantly
present themselves
and
i help
till
sometimes i get worn out
found
the water
stared
through the smoke
of
my cigarette
pulled
out pen and pad
neither
happy or sad
but
when someone
wants
to know why
i
help so much lately
my
eyes tear and i walk away
conversation
is so meaningless
i
think my name is
being
passed around
the
lips of the homeless
cause
they see me
ask
for a cigarette
a
sandwich
i
say yes
recently
i published
two
more books
didn’t
take a second look
before
finally handing
old
words for publication
they
are no longer me
all
i now see
is
the moment
and
the immediate need
and
i don’t even really
know
why i’m doing it
i
just am
and
in the depths of
my
atheism i wonder
if
something isn’t
bringing
the need my way
since
i’m willing to help
because
it just keeps
coming
from every angle
but
at this moment
on
this beautiful day
i’m
where the pretty
people
play by the water
to
steal the solace
of
a little solitude
poets
need time to pen
enchanted
while watching
a
couple make their way
across
a field
quite
some distance away
i
haven’t found purpose
i
wasn’t looking
i
haven’t found belief
i
wasn’t searching
other’s
needs have always
been
there
i
wasn’t unaware
suddenly
i started giving
and
all other aspects of living
fell
like lifeless leaves
the
ground receives
to
begin the process
of
decomposition
i
didn’t intend this transition
or
purposely put away perdition
i
just started rescuing raindrops
while
water washed over me
like
a flood
and
in my mind that over analyzes
everything
i cannot turn green
the
photosynthesis of my thoughts
to
understand what brought
this
all about
and
why i no longer sniff
the
wind for happiness
but
have become content
within
the give
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