#loitering
Do colors seem pastel through eyes?
Yellow sunshine overhead
I wonder if hues would still appear bright
If your property instead..
It could've stopped escalating
Long long long ago
No quantity of ******* in the universe
Will stop from feeling hollow
I'm sure ways exist to justify
Type of behavior I hate
Perception of surroundings is so skewed
Probably think it looks great
Why would tidiness matter to you?
Not like the lot is in your name
I am the one forced to deal with consequences
You are the one to blame
It is obvious to any rational mind
Discipline is way past due
No longer willing to ignore the signs
The problem is linked to you
You distinctly do not give a **** about our feelings
Otherwise wouldn't have even begun
Now your hoarding is so out of hand
Don't recognize what land has become
I suppose that is what we get for our kindness
Foolishness leading us here
No good deed unpunished
If nothing else that much is clear
This destiny avoidable
Would have been easy to just say no
Generosity in our nature
Had no clue collection would grow
Don't comprehend how people live
In such a state of disarray
Chaos utterly consuming all around
Convinced carnage completely okay
I would have never guessed a human being
Could be so disastrous by design
Have been too lenient but now
It is about time we draw the line
We offered a chance to change outcome
Still carry on making a mess
Zero guilt or remorse displayed
This is what you call "trying your best"
The stress getting heavier
Longer we allow mayhem to go on
Most ******** part is I suspect you believe
Truly aren't doing anything wrong
Maybe seek professional help
Only suggesting because I care
Anyone with some degree of mental stability
Of disorder would be aware
So you either are totally insane
Or taking advantage of our big hearts
Regardless something has to give
Before each vehicle there is in parts
The blatant disrespect overwhelming
Allow an inch and you take a mile
Only solution I can figure out
Has been coming awhile
Our patience wearing for months
Finally it has broken through
After the ******** we've tolerated
What do you expect us to do?
Just let you persist in accumulating junk?
As if deed to there is your own?
Until entire acre is swallowed up
And gone is beautiful location once-known
You have already inflicted a huge excess
Of destruction that can't be reversed
Acting entitled to anything there
Helping yourself without inquiring first
When you first parked bus we were misled
Under impression it was a temporary situation
Fact that your habitat keeps expanding
Expresses this is more than only a vacation
Are you even seeking somewhere else
To store belongings and dwell?
From where I'm standing it appears
You revel in making lives hell
Trash scattered in corners
Gets worse as you round each next turn
Are you that lazy and careless?
You can't put in one place and burn?
You disassemble things for no reason
If unbroken you tear it in pieces
Never reconstructing the objects you ruin
All the while cache increases
If not halted the amount will proceed growing
Until visible from space
I'd like to admit you are capable
Sadly that is not the case
Not to mention attention drawn
From law enforcement appearing there
Responding from neighbor's calls
Epitomizing our worst nightmare
The two properties connected by owner
Labels us negatively for sure
Positive cops are just awaiting the opportunity
To obtain warrant to search our house once more
Yet doesn't bother you at all
If so you'd minimize risk
Not use grow light to illuminate
And litter public street and ditch
And in the aftermath of these awful actions
Don't apologize for mistakes
Enough is enough
Party is over
Only so much we can take
It's your moment to float along to different shores
A destination new
Feeling physically ill every visit
Welcome is outworn-please shoo!
Half of me honestly fully fed up
Other side weakened by sympathy
I fear if I continue to endure treatment
You will simply walk all over me
And when finally you do move on
Left with an unholy mess
Which will cause a meltdown
Imploding from distress
So I kindly ask you hit the road
Commence process at once
Should have evicted weeks ago
That's not what any of us really want
I hope you don't interpret as declaration of war
You've become used to this "paradise"
Wouldn't have minded you staying here
If you kept it looking nice
But your indiscreet disregard for our disapproval
Has us craving distance badly
For our sanity's sake
You're too selfish sadly
This doesn't mean we don't like you
Loathe the position we're in
Wish we also could embrace the anarchy
Our essence is lacking the echoes within
If there was compromise to be discovered
Wouldn't plead for you to leave
Our standards are so drastically different
Insists harmony impossible to achieve
We often have people abuse our compassion
Silence disrupted only when too much to bear
After being disappointed over and over
Of shadows we should be aware
But within our core care more than we should
Inner voice whispering "they'll have nowhere to go"
If your intention was to carry on residing there
You would have improvement instead of negligence to show
We've idled for months while you should have cleaned up
Take one step forward than two right back
It's evident you won't come to your senses
Perhaps we've cut you a bit too much slack
Now forced to gather belongings
Pick garbage up off the ground
Don't want air to be cold between us
Still don't mind you coming around
I tried hard to be gentle
To my heart I must remain true
Only way to salvage my future home
Is stop you before damage is too bad to undo
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 3:34 PM UTC
loitering with intent
*a man stands on the corner,
in fashion most furtive, shifting
foot to foot, noting each passerby,
he retains, discards, sifting flour
for flowers, wheat chaff for pastries,
word streams for treasured heated floes*
why this corner, why this point?
Here.
Hear is where.
*Hear is where the poems gems
can be panned, nuggets retrieved,
smiles and grimaces projected,
laughter & tears mixology’d,
humanity, his, restored,
inspired life, restored,
for all.*
<2:54 PM Weds May 10>
NYC, and whoever you are…
May 10, 2023
May 10, 2023 at 3:25 PM UTC
I wonder where the hell I went wrong
Couldn't see till it was too late
Now I wander lost within walls of this labyrinth
A victim of inevitable fate
I was warned to be careful
But I threw caution aside
Desperate for peace of some sort
Problems eventually multiplied
Said it was only temporary
Till my resolve began to cave
And the ditch I had dug surely deepened
Until the hole became my grave
When the walls surrounding me
Got to such a threatening height
That they shut out rays from the sun
I adjusted to life without light
But I long to give one final attempt
To climb out from depths of this abyss
Laughter ringing in memories past
Is an artifact I wistfully miss
Every day my smile fades more
Realizing one of my greatest fears
That the longer I loiter in this low place
The more likely it will forever disappear
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 4:05 PM UTC
Picture perfect perception
of what washes
over observations
of what we saw,
loitering over soiled sheets.
We gestated over what we thought
was a perfect portrait.
But beneath solid reflections we slept on.
Moths of discontent chew beneath the
layers of what we dress
our relationship on.
Decaying virtues, they show disrepair of
what you painted. But its eroded beyond
contemplation, nothing is as our sight verses it.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC