. Stranger to the audience. Stranger in the community and the family. A stranger to one’s own mother, A shadow to one’s own shadow, A foreigner in the country of one’s own, in every land he has been in In the town he was born in Abandoned by hope in every town worldwide on every planet one could find.
A worldwise vagabond, With disheartened face, targeted by murderers and madman alike Across distant deserts and seas Windbourne with no goals or dreams.
Betrayed by everyone, Abandoned tranquilly “friends” fiends, He has forgiven them, Perished to the infinite Never to be back again.
For noone will ache, love or forgive, man is a machine with nothing to give.
All life in one suitcase unsettled, macabre soaring across dreary universe homeless, roofless, with no dreams or aim, weary of World’s pain.
when I was crying on a park bench in the rain, why did you offer out an umbrella? Every other stranger had rushed away as if tears were contagious, but you welcomed mine. Why did you go a step further to ask what's wrong? When not even those I know care to ask. We sat there in the rain until my words stopped and the clouds cleared. Why did you reach for my hand when I left? Are you too in need of a listening ear? I have known you for hours yet I feel with you I am safe, you have a stability about you, like a strong shape. Yet a roundness as well, a softness. If I believed in instant love, you would be mine.
With love, the person crying on the park bench, Yemaya
Margy shouts her advice from outside Greggs unsolicited, but often needed usually it concerns fashion - the choice of a scarf - inappropriate shoes for the weather - or the state of a pair of trousers, hanging and baring a cleavage (“No one wants to see that, dear.”)
Margy can be relied upon to wear the same distinct socks – draped around her stocking feet, their multi-coloured design now greyed by wear and the Uxbridge Road.
Margy is more reliable than her friends and she tells them as much (“You’re all a bunch of time wasters.”) demanding more loyalty and demands from me enough for a cup of tea - a very expensive one apparently.
And on a Sunday, she’ll kneel and pray throughout the early Eucharist, declining the bread and wine (”On, no dear. It’s not a habit I want to cultivate.”)
Some days are harder and Then there are days that are easier. Right now is a medium day. And it's hard to explain so Now I'm just gonna Go watch some shows and relax. Everybody goes through some not okay days. Relax. Rest. Recover.
Tomorrow is a new day and Here will just a faded memory. I will only remember the important things Now and here in this moment I feel at peace and free. Go live your life to the fullest-- Life's too short So go live how you want & BE KIND!
someone should have known better than to leave me by myself surrounded by objects only reminiscent of a home i thought that i could mangage it, because i wanted it to work but maybe not to feel like a stranger in the house you’ve known for years just takes a little more time so i sit on the couch, in the very corner the same spot i've sat in for years and stare at the tv that bares only my reflection with nothing else to see
just me my reflection in the tv and a house that never felt like home
you dance with strangers - gifting them your smile a treasure i called mine (if only for a while) you laugh at perils when your life's at stake you live the dream while i'm not quite awake
you wear your finest silks, the world is your stage new faces every day - befitting of the age your beauty changes hands of those who hardly care i'm left to rue the loss, i find it hard to bear
you're dancing with a stranger - wish it was me instead moved on so fast, you have - it's messing with my head don't think i'm getting back that part of me i've lost you dance with strangers - i'm dancing with your ghost