On city streets
late at night
in the cold winter
I walk
and run
not too numb
to feel
not too blind to see
my dream
like a summer day
long gone now
only cold to crystalize my fate
like frost on the window
icy patterns
trying to get in
reached the limits of my reach
I reach
and pound my fist
against the wall
of humanity
of denial
stretching across the horizon
as far as I can see
I am lost in a desert
only the sun
beating down
reminding me
I am hot, so hot
I'm going to die
on city streets
It won't be easy
remember me
I walk
and run
away
like a summer day
long gone now
as long as you have your integrity your are never really homeless ...
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on February 15, 2004
I can relate, thanks to an ex-wife sleeping in bed with blokes when I came home, I just walked out, lost the lot, homeless two years, at sametime first wife rings, refusing contact with son, but with determination back on feet, still fighting for son, thanks for the memory, it sure builds compassion and character..
A detailed study of the origins of the New Alienation. The author labels it normative or postmodern ennui and traces its rise to cultural power over the last two centuries.
For the reasons I describe in this book, the world-wide suffering, death and extinction of humanity is very likely to occur, unless nonviolent and democratically determined radical and revolutionary personal and societal actions and changes are taken
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