Love for Sympathy

[Spekz.]

Love for sympathy
by spekz


Spare Change – For Life
While I…
Spare life, for change…

Today he wept, in an alley
Behind the bar…Pour life.

Trash recepticals cave around,
A human stench, raunchy and aging
Presented on a newspaper comforter.
Plastic bags remain the only friends
Willing to hold the baggage of a lonely man
To brittle to stand – he lies; lost from truth.
Cash escapes him?
Hardly; change is easy but why change
When bystanders drop white flags
Surrendering lose pockets to welcoming rags.

Honestly, I just need a beer

drink away your soul, accordingly
to the morbid stature cramped around
a fire in the woods – camping’s fun
until the camp site eats away
with the sole purpose, to expose
a rancid animal, on a cheap date
with life – getting tipped by the waitor?
Why is that picture torn, and ragged
Staged every day…
One with a new ride – a broken leg
The next suspect of broken dreams
Nobody will hire me – spare change?

Need Food?

Eating foiled leftovers – steak dinner (partially)
Half bottle of wine, wisps a tired tongue
Begging for scraps, however effectively.
Pretending to reform from lives of pain
When likely, they fell from the family tree
To ground zero, littered with narcotics
Spilled with injective swords; needles
Spare a pill? Ow!!, and powdered tables.
Lacing nose, with uncertainty…
Waste what you earn – so I may!

Blowjob for cash?

What one do, when rent is due…
Well when the body needs a quick fix
Seems to fair more appropriately.
When lips suck the cash – tough life,
Hard work – if only we where all homeless…
We could feed of each other, and fail together
As one…the way our world as fallen
Caught in the BUSHes..branches snapping
Pulling with authority, we as one…
Continue to grow on cardboard streets
Huddle for warmth, gassed out
We sleep… benched and parked
Life hands a dismay…and we accept it.
How washed our brains have become
To believe we can live…without a living.

I will love you for $20…
…no refunds.

Excuses, are torn box labels
Pasted on the chest of self pity…
How I resent coin cans collectives
Next to the smell of cardboard and markers…
All reminders – of how WE are failing.

[Spekz.]

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[abiona]

nice opening.

Plastic bags remain the only friends
Willing to hold the baggage of a lonely man

that was awesome. loved it.

Cash escapes him?
Hardly; change is easy but why change
When bystanders drop white flags
Surrendering lose pockets to welcoming rags.

and again. dope.

Pulling with authority, we as one…
Continue to grow on cardboard streets
Huddle for warmth, gassed out
We sleep… benched and parked
Life hands a dismay…and we accept it.
How washed our brains have become
To believe we can live…without a living.

and that ending. uh huh.

i really REALLY like your commentary in this. i dont even want to touch mechanics... talk about the 'strong images' etc because i was so focused on the point you were driving home. built up to a climactic end... from one person... from whom we avert our eyes... to a societal problem... that we are both victims and perpetuators of. by the end the reader no longer is observer... but rather... called out as part of the failure.

dug this completely... from start to finish. you began and ended strong... and everything in between carried the pace well throughout.

[Spekz.]

Thanks, great feed...appreciate it.


upping.

[Spekz.]

Upping...

pweeze.

[Spekz.]

boooooo

[flat_line]

Im not to great at givin you the best feed but I gotta say this was a great peace from beginnin to end.Srry bout the lousy feed but I try my best.

Keep up the good work

[Spekz.]

upping..

cuz i can..

[Dayvid Aimz]

I love originality in writing and you have that part covered....you worte on a topic thats been done but in these scenes you were the director and you let it play out in your own way.....with your unique writing style it was cool to see you write on this type of topic....

Blowjob for cash?

What one do, when rent is due…
Well when the body needs a quick fix
Seems to fair more appropriately.
When lips suck the cash – tough life,
Hard work – if only we where all homeless…
We could feed of each other, and fail together
As one…the way our world as fallen
Caught in the BUSHes..branches snapping

loved the BUSH line....some heads prolly didn't catch it....tyte shit Spekz
the more of you I read the more I want to read,

[Spekz.]

upsy daisy

[Alphaeus]

Nice and original.

You used beautiful description from start to finish; there wasn't a line in this piece that was off. I felt like I had become a part of your writing.
Really strong imagery and some nice general observation of what we see around us.
The piece was presented well and flowed perfectly

I will love you for $20…
…no refunds.

Excuses, are torn box labels
Pasted on the chest of self pity…
How I resent coin cans collectives
Next to the smell of cardboard and markers…
All reminders – of how WE are failing.

Beautiful