You Were J.D's Friend?
Yes, I Was His Friend . . . SOB.
I don't know how this writing got red, but, whatever. In this dream, someone, died, and it seemed to be someone named, J.D., I think, or that was the name, that, came to mind, in the dream. I had all these pages and verses, underlined in a book and I was going to write something that seemed appropriate for this man, who lived and died, probably without much ado from anyone. As I got to his stuff, his remains, there were just a few blankets, and, a board game. I started to open the book and look at the passages, and, changed my mind, closed the books, and decided to just let him rest in peace. Then, I took his blankets and folded them in a pile, and put them on top of the board game.
There were three other men, or homeless men, sitting, around, where this dude's, last days and nights were spent, and, as I folded the blankets and stacked his stuff, one of them, said, So, you were J.D's friend? All I could say, was, yes, I was J.D.'s friend. Then, I started to cry. What was strange, was, the tears were running freely down my cheeks, and my nose was running, and, I reached a place of cognitive reality or wake, and thought for a second . . . who was this I am crying over? I don't know anyone named, J.D.? I am not even in Montana, where, I am near, men, in a homeless situation? In Seattle, the men and women, are very separate and the two, at least where i have been, rarely meet.
I continued to cry for this unknown soul. I thought of the statistics, of most homeless people, dying, between the ages of 35 to 45, when living, hard core on the streets. Then, I thought of, me living for 7 years in this situation, not by choice, but by force, and, being, harassed, chased, intimidated, and, pushed and shoved. I am, almost 65 in about, 3 months, so I have, long out lived, the statistics, but, I didn't start in the streets, at that age, and, I am, as healthy, or more so, than, more people my age, look, about 20 years younger than, I have a right to, so? I thought, did this, J.D. represent, my law degree, of having a juris doctorate? Did the significance of the board game, under the blankets, represent, the end of this, fucking, game, I have been forced, into without notice, or recall, or even a voice or choice?
I AM BOARD OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND . . . EVEN THE SWIM GAMES, ARE THE SAME . . .OVER AND OVER AND OVER, THE SAME SHIT! WHATEVER TEST I AM SUPPOSE TO HAVE, BEEN PUT THROUGH, I PASSED WITH FLYING COLORS, SURVIVED AND THRIVED! SO WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE? I AM FINALLY, GOING TO BE COMPENSATED FOR 20 YEARS OF SERVICE TO MY COUNTRY? I WOULD HOPE SO . . . IS THIS RED, THAT, POPPED UP, FROM, WHATEVER SOURCE, SYMBOLIC OF FAMOUS WRITING? IT SHOULD, LONG, LONG TIME WRITING! OR IT IS THE TRAINING?
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN, YOU TAKE WOMEN, WHO SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THE STREETS, AND TAKE SOMEONE WHO WOULD NEVER HAVE LANDED ON THE STREETS, AND SWITCH PLACES WITH THEM, TO SEE, IF YOU CAN PULL IT OFF, AND STEAL, ALL THAT THIS PERSON, EARNED, AND GIVE IT TO YOUR FUCK BUDDIES? IT SHIT A "MY FAIR LADY" IN REAL . . . A HENRY HIGGINS, WHO TOOK THE GUTTER TRAMPS, AND TURNED THEM INTO THE REFINED, ATTORNEY, PROFESSOR, LOBBYIST, BLOGGER, MOTHER, AND, THE GAME WAS TO SEE, IF THAT COULD BE A SEAMLESS, PAINLESS STEAL, WITH OUT ME KNOWING?
YOU FAILED. I KNEW EVERY MOVE YOU MADE, ALL THE WAY ALONG! THERE IS ANOTHER SONG, I HEARD TODAY, AND IT WENT SOMETHING LIKE, "ONE DAY YOU WILL ACCOMPANY ME . . ." BUT WILL I WANT TO? I HAVE IMAGINED, BEING, BACK ME, AFTER, 20 YEARS OF SHIT, GAMES, LIPTRIX, LASER SHOWS, DRAMA, STAGED SHIT, FOR WHAT? AND BEING, INTRODUCED, TO THE CIA AGENTS, OR THE FBI, OR THE FEDS, WHO CHEERED MY 1243 PERFECT SCORE, THEN, ASKING ME TO SAY A FEW WORDS. I COULD ONLY THINK OF TWO I WOULD, WANT TO SAY--
FUCK YOU!
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday
Tell the world I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming
And they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming
I'm back where I belong
Yeah I never felt so strong
I'm feelin' like there's nothing that I can't try
(I'm back, baby)
And if you with me put your hands high
(Put your hands high)
Yeah I never felt so strong
I'm feelin' like there's nothing that I can't try
(I'm back, baby)
And if you with me put your hands high
(Put your hands high)
If you ever lost a life before, this one's for you
(And if you with me put your hands high)
And you, and you and you and you
(Your dreams are filled, you're rapping with the best)
(And if you with me put your hands high)
And you, and you and you and you
(Your dreams are filled, you're rapping with the best)
I hear The Tears Of A Clown
I hate that song
I always feel like they talking to me when it comes on
Another day another dawn
Another Keisha, nice to meet ya, get the math, I'm gone
I hate that song
I always feel like they talking to me when it comes on
Another day another dawn
Another Keisha, nice to meet ya, get the math, I'm gone
Source: Musixmatch
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