My brain is Rice.

 I am so lost in my head

I almost wish I were dead

I can't figure it out

I want to yell and shout

Like swords in my mind

The words are not kind

They slice and dice

My brain into rice

I try to cry it away

It goes for a day

Then is back twice as strong

I try but it goes wrong

Every damn time

I don't mean to whine

I need some sunshine

Or better yet a new life

Free from sorrow and strife

A Lament

 Good Neighbour

A good neighbour lends a hand where ever they can
To each blown around grain of humanity

A simple smile or a sudden hug for no reason
So easy, a free expression of compassion

A cup of water or a 1 litre bottle
Can make a huge difference.

This is my lament
Why are people such assholes

To give a homeless person
A place to rest for an hour or two

Maybe the difference for them
Between dying quick or slow

A small helping hand
On a hot, hot day

So simple, so easy
Essentially forgotten

A blanket or a plastic bag
the difference between
a good night and a bad one

I could go on but the sadness is hitting me really hard. The landlords called the cops to remove some of the resters and I got into a disagreement with a police officer. Now I think he thinks I'm a dealer but thats ok he can spend the day out there if he wants, I will do what I want to do.