#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

Is the thrill gone away    
Do I have nothing more to say  
This is the day I have silently prayed never to come    
I cannot hear the beat of my own mental drums    
My mind is trying to stay afloat    
Waves rocking against my paddle boat    
    
I…    
Do you see what I mean    
My thoughts have never been this far in between    
However, I’m somewhat tinkled pink    
Fingers gliding as I think    
Giving everything, I got bedsides the kitchen sink    
Is the thrill really gone away    
Is this the day I have nothing else to add or convey    
Mentally flowing day by day    
Hoping something strikes my thinking as I lay    
   
So many things the mind goes through    
The Highs the Lows    
The Mental Blues    
Hey, I did like someone’s poem today about the homeless    
I can’t fathom not having a place to rest my head or a permanent address    
No comforting shoes    
Salvation for them is so long overdue    
As the poem stated the homeless hold up signs    
We ride or walk pass them daily, cannot even toss them a dime    
Let alone lend an ear of our time    
   
It’s cold outside    
I’m sure it has been a million times the bitter winds have heard their cries    
Guilt never shields their pride    
As a society of people, we take their untidy presence in stride    
The bed of my slumber is hard and sometimes cold    
A sight to others to behold    
Pushing my cart without a care in world    
You know I was once a working girl    
My husband’s jeweled pearl    
Mishaps and bad decisions have gotten us here    
We make it together daily through the grief of our tears    
   
At times they ask the masses for a small handout    
Which I know we all have qualms about    
So, the next time give the homeless the benefit of the doubt    
We do not know how they ended up on their route    
Although, you may hear my hands are tied    
Get away from me you’re a thorn in my side    
I hope this never will be applied worldwide    
I do toss coins every once in a while    
I have to remember it may be an Angel who returns a smile    
   
Mr. Green thank you for showing me the misplaced humanity of my mind    
Everyone here is living on borrowed time    
For a minute, I almost forget I could rhyme    
One less mountain for me to mentally climb    
Mr. Green I’ve read your thoughts on the homeless through your poem    
I wonder if I saw you on the streets, would my words have kept you warm    
Would I have dazzled you with my Aquarian charms    
   
Or would I have brainstormed to get you back on a higher platform    
Sheltering your existence through the darken hour of your storm    
Sometimes how you started is not always where you will be    
Personally, for me and the powers of my creed    
I have the riddle while living fancy free    
Haitian named as you come to feel me, understandable key me    
The universal alliance to the 33 degree    
Using my spiritual significance, the celestial guild to your needs    
   
Not the revelations of the Masonic    
My words whispering in your mind as a beautiful symphonic    
While keeping it strictly platonic    
When your mind is relaxing, you know a state of cerebral catatonic    
I really didn’t have nothing to say    
I hope my poem have paved the way    
Just remember tomorrow is a new day    
   
To the hopeless and homeless    
I will continue to pray you are given mental rest    
Now I have everything to say and everything to do    
Never in life pity a fool    
Exception does sometimes prove that rule    
Hopefully you never encounter someone being cruel