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what have we left in life when we lose sense of self? The ego chains our personalities. if we learn to simply be, we flow into the pool of consciousness of which we
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‘We have no time to stand and stare’ ~ the tramp poet so quietly shares…
The street poet’s faceless form roams walking sidewalks alleys in rhythm
speaking unheard grace worrisome pace time a waste eyes chaste
his rightfully unwritten story in sequence to unfolding rhymes his glory
walking standing and staring the unknown poet eats his empty fill alone
and solitude is his fare baring his soul sharing whispers and chills in cold
night air and trampled yellow flowers in morning light when over there
he gets the last word speaking his silent rant surviving another dreadfully
quiet night which is the only thing he rightfully earned in a peaceful zone no one else
with a solid roof over his head will ever understand that only the nothingness of
loneliness brings this unknown quiet roaming man a hardened wooden bench with a
custom made chiseled quote as his only comfort in the still of his sacred solitary night.