Unfinished


These streets mistreat
one hundred degrees in the heat
rode past said a prayer
lying on the pavement
was the new wretched
of the earth, so caste down
nothing left but death.

All them with nowhere to be.
Not allowed at bus-stops
or on park bench.
Emergency room huh no care zone
not even Obama care.

No walking on pavement
while impoverished.
no urgent pooping or walking
on grass.  No soliciting tissue
to wipe their derriere – No water
no roof- no soil...
100 degrees on the cement.

Most alone -Few with someone
Lying on bare ground –
Mate stretched out
on her back-
She in an odious state
White woman, with black man
He tenderly rubbing her like a favorite pet.

Let’s not speak of the stench, that foul air that attacks
nostrils and eyes. Not even soap.
Could quell the smell. People cross to the other-side.
dare not bear witness to the offensive odors.

No air, nor breeze gives relief, not one clean breath or inhalation,
Hot pavement and stale air make you heave on these
Streets. Mistreatment of those detested, barely they breathe.
as they reached their safe haven, in front of that building.
A shelter that’s reached capacity, no entrance.

God forbidden streets, continue to mistreat, no loitering.
Passer byes making the sign of the cross, as they cross the street.
Uttering “but for the grace of God there go I”
Seems like Mockery and blaspheme.
Do those outstretched not also deserve God’s grace?

The righteous strut past hurriedly, without concern of
Karma.
Feeling better than the least of them.
Wonder why their being punished.
Mental illness, grandchildren abandoned to the system.
War veterans, Prison release,
Outlived their children.
Bloated Bellies eat…
Fancy scraps from high places –
nowhere to alleviate.
Good deeds written off on restaurant tax forms…
but can’t use their facilities.
Devour and swallow without tasting,
Chewing without teeth.

The righteous strut past hurriedly, without concern of
Karma.

by Vicki Acquah on Tuesday, January 25, 2011 / revised  edit.

You think flattery and bull-dung will get you everywhere.  But when the worm turns, they flatter you and dangle carrots... and on your crawl back home, coughing and snotting all over the place. You will remember that old sofa or... the few who were really with you in your time of need;   Those who gave you a warm blanket...and maybe some tea.
One day you'll remember when no one was there but Mamma or a best friend. The old blanket and a cup of tea, they sat with you every night and nursed you on that old sofa till well—They told you of those faults, that you could not see. You could not see your faults with eyes filled with deceit, Now with eyes no longer scheming.  
You may one day see the light. You may even say " I love you"...and tell yourself that you were wrong". You may even find a soul inside that empty temple. If sorry is so hard to say, because all you think of is yourself. You’ll keep feeling, it is right to spew untruths and continue thinking simple.  
You may say “whats done is done”  Speaking loud, and last, and long;. Speaking loud and long does not make you right!.…
You’ll just go on and on, never admitting that you were wrong. "Oh" The more you repeat the lie; The more it becomes your truth...It does become your truth…Now it is your gospel song.  Then someone will tell you, what your sick soul wants to hear, then once again you'll waddle in pain, never understanding “That flattery and bull-crap are the same” just that;
Making righteous, virtues most impossible.
Love will check bull-crap at the door every-time it crosses truth's threshold. Friends are standing along side, Looking sad, Please check all evil thoughts before you lose the best friends you’ve had. Love is waiting for you to change…”nothing ventured nothing gained”.
So come on in, leave dissension outside the door- if you do not like it here, we will be happy to refund to you, your "misery''...as you exit the store.  
No questions asked, as long as you stay in your own lane... “Oh well no crash” The Ugly Truth gets uglier….  
So If you need to be dazzled with bull-crap and flattered with lies. Try truth for a change. Because people who love you, can see right through the plastic disguise.. You will be, the biggest fool, and not very clever;  Too big to say, “sorry I was wrong”- So the "Ugly Truth get's more sour, with every passing hour. The pain of truth will soon subsides, but lies torment forever.!

When my words act as proverbs
When my verbs are heard.
When the simple become wise
When my people listen to reason
And no longer follow folly.
When my adjectives invoke action,
Instead of reaction.
When young eyes are opened
To the riddles of the wise.
When mother's words are adhered to.
When exhortations,mean more than mere suggestions!
Recognizing it as a calling forth, a coming near.
Til' those who have ears..will no longer hate knowledge;
But embrace my words as wise sons
And daughters. Children of my proverbs will
Use my words to form shields against the wicked-ones.
Ones who seek to destroy you.
Gather together as sticks In a bundle.
Noticing what we have in common,as we
Are stronger as one.
When my words call you away from harm,
And you ignore my warnings.
There will be some who will take my words as trill..
And throw the solutions in the garbage, as wasted verbiage
My proverbs need now be heard and heeded.
Not wait until you realize their needed.
Do not look for me in the mist of the storm....
For I an I shall be gone.! leaving the sirens on.

Don't put a ring on my finger:
And expect to conquer me,
It's just a ring—Without your attention
It's just a gesture, without your devotion
It's just a ring, a mimic, a ploy;
A mission statement of sorts.
I need your heart-
I need to feel your emotions.
You're going through the motions
By given me tokens.
Without the inward things...
It's just a ring.
UN flattered I remain..
As I refuse to be, your fling;
Or just another..." trophy lover".