life dawn's upon him like a veiled cloak of black...........



from the first day of breath
misguided day to day a taught way of life
heavy heart in hand, ignorance grandeur
impaled social misfit, parental lack there of




doing what seems right in the mind status quo
not a thought or care as the minds unaware
he was raised by his folks never home never there
a walk about for life a step at a time




he bucked every system that fronted his day
comprehended nothing of structure of way
it all made no sense to his being of strife
day to day combat confused in whats right



judged for his actions by the ones on the bench
they had no idea how his mind made life sense
all they saw was a boy bad who was bent
how'd I get here in his mind heavy thought



a man in the back, yes he'd been there himself
embracing the thought the boys parents....forgot?
they weren't quite ready for children themself
yet how could they know....ignorance grandeur


the man in the back saw the boy on the street
he made his acquaintance, to the boy no big deal
the boy even fought to resist a new friend
in his mind was a thought whats he want why's he here


the boy he reacted and stepped back from this man
as the strangers gentle hand on his shoulder it did land
innocent intent the strangers way given forth
the first friendly touch he had known since his birth

the man in the back spread a wing unbeknown-st
as a life long of trust and a friend it begins
the boys lip curled up in a pouting young way
confused deep inside clouded mind angered face

in a place never been never seen, few times thought
his folks were the same never taught not forgot
somehow the boy felt a warmth from his touch
yet his mind tried to fight what felt odd not quite right

he'd never been shown part of life being close
as he bucked everything that fronted his day
he was judged by the ones that never had this life
he was bad and a misfit in a conflict of life