Homeless

Cold hands, cold feet, walking streets, begging, empty pockets, hunger pains, depression takes over...

Charlie sleeps in a doorway on Macklin Street
Ragged clothes on his body, no shoes on his feet...

Here is a tale of a lady with bags
She used to dress well but now dresses in rags
This lady...

​​​​​​It has a captivating euphonious sound of Magnificat,

I wonder if I could still find a cat...

Without shelter, without funds.

Asleep in the cold again.

Small fire to stay warm, sick...

From the fields of war and horror, to the streets of vagrancy;

They risk their lives to protect...

I ask myself why!
Why do I sit outside?
The wind howls.
The snow blows;
small...

Checking the time

The cold runs through me

Shouting my lines

I’m in my own movie...

Living on the fringe I dwell in no temporary shelter, for I am a drifter. Seeking food is a scrounging...

I am in my car in the warmth, my music playing i have my wipers on, its raining outside and freezing cold...

Returning from my routine shopping,

I see a little girl on the footpath,

holding out a tin...

Bedrock Slumber.

Cold winters, over worked splinters, and daily missed dinners.

I meet a...

What goes on in your head old man?

Why the suit you wear so proudly but no place to go?

...

Stranger, a stranger love than this,
propriety dressed in warm connection,
in tapestry of...

In the darkness of the night,
Away from all street lights,
Some drifters walk past,

A...

A man sleeps on the streets,

Hair matted,

Clothes torn and worn,

He hasn't shaved...