Hard Time on the 4th of July

Hello,
I will try and keep this short and sweet. I don't get my unemployment check until probably after the 4th and I anm currently broke and the homeless help center here in Miami Beach has been nothing but helpless. There are no beds available in Miami right now, which I don't have a problem with. I have a blanket and the cops have been cool with me sleeping in the park thus far. But I currently have 1.08 in my checking account and I need some help. I am not good at and can't bring myself to ask people on the street for money. I guess it's shame or pride or both, I don't know. But I do have a Wells Fargo checking account (Acct # 6658497117 ) that people can put money into to help me out until I get paid. I can even pay you back. But right now I have limited access to the computer and no current phone so I figured without anything else left to lose I would ask (sheepishly) online to see if anyone could help with just a couple of bucks for food and other stuff like bus fare. Anyway, this is no B.S. and email me what you want in return and I will do what I can at the moment. Thank you in advance, God bless you and Happy 4th of July!!

Catch 22 / Happy Father's Day

I'm still in Miami Beach. I thought I would have to go back to Key West in order to get my I.D. But as a stroke of rare luck happened, I didn't have to. The homeless helping place, which is not much help FINALLY saw me in park where I sleep and verified that I was homeless. They told me that there were no beds currently available, how convenient, and I told them my number one main concern was getting my identification and they said they could help me with that and told me to report to their office 555 17th St. to do an evaluation and intake (paperwork). So I went into the office the next day thinking they would get me an I.D. either that day or maybe the next. I was excited because I had received my unemployment check direct deposited into my checking account, my problem was, the catch 22, is I had to have I.D. in order to get money from the bank as I didn't have my ATM card. After my evaluation questionnaire, I waited out in the waiting room anticipating on getting my I.D. and the lady comes out and hands me a card with an appointment date of June 28th, 2012 and this was June 8th. They expected me to wait 20 days in order to get my I.D.!! Christ, I would starve to death before that happened!! And of course, that was their final answer and there is nothing more they could do. So I took the card and left disappointed and began to see what kind of options I had in order to get my I.D. sooner or get money out of the bank so I could pay for my bus fare and I.D. myself. I had money, I just could get to it. I have an acquaintance from K.O.T.S. in Key West who is staying in Miami Beach, Lefty, the one arm bandit, I mentioned him previously. I was searching the Wells Fargo website to see about ways to get money without an I.D. or ATM card and I came across a way to transfer money into a Bank Of America account from my Wells Fargo account and wooten you know it, Lefty had a Bank Of America account. So I had to walk from 22 St to 9th street to see if Lefty would be willing to let me transfer money into his account via the computer and then he could take the money out with his ATM card and I would pay him 10 bucks just to do that and he agreed. I thought, all I need is his account number, he had no problem with that and so he stayed at his shelter place while I walked back to the library to do the transaction. Of course, it was not that easy, I was having trouble doing the transfer. The computer wanted Lefty's mobile phone number or email address in which I had neither, so I called the bank and they informed me that that was the only way you could do a transfer to a Bank of America account. So frustrated, I ran (walked real fast) back to Lefty's place to get his cell phone number. I had to make it back to the library before it closed at 6pm. Lefty finally comes down from his room and I asked him for his cell phone number and he told me he didn't have a cell phone. But he did have one about a week ago because he gave Billy his cell number, I was there. I guess he was lying for some reason because after the fact he had a cell phone in the park the day after this incident. I guess he didn't want to make 10 bucks, I don't know or the phone is hot or something, whatever, it worked out. I went into Wells Fargo the next morning and explained my situation about losing my I.D. and ATM card and asked the lady if there was a way to verify who I am and thankfully there was a way. They just had to ask me a few questions that I should know the answers to and I got them all RIGHT!! So the teller gave me my money from my bank account and I went to the DMV to see if I could get an I.D. without a birth certificate. I mean what the hell, I was on a roll, let's push the envelope. And guess what? I got an I.D. without a birth certificate or anything. I just had to pay 25.00 dollars for the I.D. replacement card and wait for about 3 hours. Now how did I do that, you ask? Things that make you go hmmmmmm....Well apparently the powers that be at the Florida DMV came up with the amazing idea of storing your driver's license with picture and all in the wonderful world of computer technology so that when one does lose his or her license or I.D. your information and identifying picture is stored on the computer for future reference therefore eliminating the need for a birth certificate. Slowly but surely I am regaining all that I have lost. I now have a photo I.D. which help me get my food stamp card from the post office and I got a temporary ATM card and my social security card is on the way. Next step is to get a phone then some shelter (the shelters have been full in the Miami area) then get a J.O.B. I must say the Miami Beach cops have been very cool about people sleeping in the park, they just drive by on their ATV's and tell you you have to get up which is about 6 AM. It doesn't look good for the tourist to see people sleeping for free in the park while they pay ridiculous amounts of money for a hotel room although they do get amenities we homeless do not receive which would be a shower, toilet, T.V., room service or a dry place to sleep if it rains. O.K. enough of that rant..... I've been doing some research at the Main Library because they have telephone directories dating back as far as the 50's in which I was able to find a listing from 1969 for a golf driving range that apparently my father owned called Fred Sanders Driving Range which is at 1750 N.W. 28th Street in Miami. I'm no Sherlock Holmes but I put a few things together to determine my findings to be true and correct, to the best of my knowledge, of course. For one, my father's name was William Fred Sanders ( I also found out the date he died which was on October 10, 1970) For two, I remember my brother telling me that my father won the award for "Longest Drive of the South" in golf. I actually took the bus to that address and it looks like it was a driving range over 40 years ago, as it is now a huge open park with a baseball field included. While were on the subject and my memory still serves me correctly, I remember my mother telling me that professional golfer, Doug Sanders, is a cousin of mine, I don't know how distant. I actually somehow contacted his daughter through email and mention this mystery and she replied that he doesn't remember any connection due to his age......Happy Father's Day to all the Dads, I never got a chance to meet mine as he died from a gunshot trying to get into a cousin's house here in Miami when I was almost a year old, sorry I don't know much of the details. All I know from what my brother told me, the court deemed it a justified homicide. So please do not take your father for granted and cherish him everyday as I wish I had a chance but I never will get back my biological father. Fortunately, my mother remarried when I was 5 years old to a good man (tough as nails) and a great step father, Donald "Doc" MacDonald who past away in 2003. R.I.P......On a brighter note, I created yet another Twitter account in recognition of my new digs on the street in Miami Beach follow me @MiamiBeachBitch

Waiting For The "Green" People

I am still waiting for the "green" people. They are the ones with green shirts on that go out on the street and "verify" that you are homeless. You have to tell them where about you sleep in which I have. My main concern is getting my I.D. but they have informed me that I still have to go through this process and I have been communicating with the director of the homeless help here in Miami Beach via email and she wrote me yesterday saying that they went looking for me at my spot and couldn't find me and that is because I was at the library. The library is on 22nd and Collins and I stay at the park on 13th and Ocean Drive. So today I made it a point to hang out and mostly sleep in my homeless area but to no avail as no "green" people showed up. I awoke to 2 teen age kids who offered me some Lucky Charms cereal in a bag without the marsh mellows which I thought was kinda of odd but I thanked them and accepted the offer. They took off advising me to keep my head up which I thought was very cool and rare coming from teenagers. Not all but most teenagers are usually self centered, know it alls who only care about what they can get or what they have. After waking up from my 3 hour nap, I headed for the park rest room to do what I had to do and on my way there a Miami Beach policeman on a bicycle rides by me and says, "Hey, what's in the bag?" And I pulled it out from underneath my arm to show him and he said, "Oh, it's cereal" And I said, "Yeah" and then he told me he didn't want to see me in the park again. Which perplexed me and made me wonder why? Like I did something wrong and I had just been sleeping the whole time in the park. Anyway, the evening before was amazing. I went out on the beach to drink a beer after drumming up some money at Washington and Lincoln Road, this time I made 7 dollars. While on the beach, this black lady probably in her early 30's, waves to me from a distance and I turn to see if see was waving to somebody else and it was me, so I waved back and she came over and said she was bored and if I wouldn't mind if she sat down and I said, please have a seat and she asked me if I drank and I said I'm drinking a beer right now and she offered me some P. Diddy water aka Ciroc Vodka and I took a swig and man was that smooth coconut flavored, I didn't even need a chaser as opposed to the rock gut cheap ass shit Vodka I'm used to drinking. So we got to talking and she told me she was down on vacation from Atlanta waiting for her boyfriend to come into town on Wednesday and I explained I was born in Miami and raised in Marathon in the Florida Keys and I was currently homeless looking for the "green" people to help me get my I.D. I don't throw my situation out there seeking pity or anything like that, I'm just straight up and honest and she was actually accepting and sympathetic of the fact which I thought was cool and refreshing after dealing with people that look down on you and look at you funny. Again,not EVERYBODY is a mean, self centered, egotistical, head up their asshole idiot but they are out there. But this lady was so down to Earth and noticed that I was too and so we hit it off. I had told her I lost everything even the shirt off my back, literally. All I have is a black sweater hoody jacket, long camouflage pants, a pair of Nike sneakers and ONE sock, I lost the other one. I'm glad my ass is attached to me, otherwise,I'd probably end up losing that. I still have my mind, I think. After she heard that pathetic story, she handed me a 20 dollar bill, I was shocked and thankful. We continued to shoot the shit about life and how we couldn't understand why people look down on other people when we are all human beings but some people think they are better than others. I had mentioned how I loved music and music was my life and how I missed the radio I had lost (I wasn't fishing!) and she asked where can we get the radio and I told her Walgreens has them and she said, "O.K. we going to Walgreens and getting you another radio!" I said, "No, I can't let you do that" She said, "Nope, we gettin you a radio, where is Walgreens at?" and we proceeded to walk to Walgreens and she bought me the radio for 25 bucks. I felt so guilty but yet so blessed and grateful, I wanted it so bad that I was planning on stealing it. But they had a lock on it and I don't like stealing. I walked her back to her hotel and gave her a hug and thanked her so much. She said she was going to clean up and that she would be back out but I haven't seen her again. We both still don't know each other's name. But we both know it was an act of GOD and fate that we met. It's a beautiful thing that gives me hope and belief that things will get better in time. Meanwhile, I found out my road dog Billy has been arrested for consuming alcohol in public you can check it out at www.whosarrested.com under William Howard, I haven't seen him since. If I don't see the "green" people tonight, I feel I need to go back to Key West to get my I.D. while I still have a few bucks to make it there on the bus. Murphy hopefully stays out of jail and I can find him in Key West, he will be able to help me. Until the next move, I will let you know of my whereabouts and latest happenings. Remember to have fun as you only live once..Peace Out

Reach For Miami Beach

Been staying in downtown Miami for about a week now with Billy, sleeping under the Park West Metro mover station and it's actually been working out pretty good, the cops just drive by and the Metro security cops just walk by and don't say anything, very contrary to the Key West P.D. The main problem with Miami is that in order to get shelter you have to call a 1-800 number and see if they have any beds available which they haven't and they just tell you to call back in a couple of hours and keep checking and they always say they are full. My main problem though is I lost my I.D., ATM card, Food Stamp card, Library card, my radio and I don't have a dime in my pocket. This has been one of the most trying times in my life. But I still love Miami's atmosphere and am willing to make it happen. I know once I get on my feet again, I will be able to get a job and a place to live. I haven't lost hope yet, but it has been a very challenging time. One major problem in Miami is there are very few soup kitchens and you have to jump through hoops to get food. Billy and I got fed up with dealing with the security at the door of some of these soup kitchens that we decided to walk to Miami Beach where another K.O.T.S. patron we know is staying in Miami Beach at a shelter for the disabled. His name is Lefty, he lost his left arm and he gets a check on the 3rd and we figured he could help us out until we got our food stamps that don't kick in until the 7th. So after walking across the MacArthur Causeway (about 5 miles) we found Lefty but his check didn't come in until the 3rd we were hoping it would be on the 1st. So then I researched the library about the homeless services in Miami Beach and walked down to the office on 17th St. explained my situation and they told me to tell them where I sleep at night so that the "green" people can come find me within 24 to 48 hours to verify that I am homeless in Miami Beach. Which I thought was crazy but I guess people from Miami claim to be homeless in Miami Beach for some reason, which makes no sense to me because there are no shelters, food banks or soup kitchens in the city of Miami Beach. The only thing I can think of is you can get on the list to get into a shelter quicker with less competition. There are only 2 churches that serve food on Saturday only in Miami Beach. It's ridiculous, what about the other 6 days. I have resorted to shoplifting candy bars and getting lucky and finding or having somebody give me food off the street. It is pathetic. But I can't bring myself to ask anybody for change or food. I know if I don't ask I will never get but I guess it's a pride thing I can't do it but I did come up with an idea of playing buckets on the side of the street. Just yesterday I found an old sea grape branch lying in the park and it was about the right size to break in two and make a pair of drumsticks in which I did, they were a little big but they worked. I went down to Washington and Lincoln road to play my sticks on the ground and see if I couldn't play for some change. Unbeknownst to me, they were having a grand opening for TD bank on that same corner and TD bank had 3 drummers in the street banging on a big plastic garbage can and wooden stools but I didn't let that deter me I sat down with my Styrofoam to-go food container open and put the only change I had, 3 pennies, in there, so people would know I was looking for change and sure as shit, in about 15 minutes I had made 2.50. 2 dollars from a lady and 50 cents from a black dude just by playing on the concrete ground with 2 branches off of a tree. I couldn't believe it and it gave me hope and now I am searching for a bucket and some better sticks and hope for better weather, it's been raining a lot lately. Yesterday also, somebody bought me a beer at the bus stop, I ran across the street and retrieved it from the store, sat down, opened it up, took 2 sips and a Miami Beach cop walks up and says to pour it out. So of course, I oblige and then he asked me if I was waiting for the bus and I said I was and he told me to get off of Washington Ave. He didn't even run my I.D. in which I don't have anyway but in Key West they would of gave me the third degree. I went to sleep in my parking spot and I awoke to Miami Beach police on ATV's driving by telling me I got to get up and they drove on. That is one of the beauties of living up here as opposed to living down plus Miami has some of the most beautiful women in the world I have ever seen,... anyway my time is about to run out at the Miami Beach library,  ...:0 until the next adventure.....I'm in MIAMI BEACH BITCH !!!

Miami Experience

Well,


I made it to Miami. Bye Bye Key West. I left with a friend, Scotty at 6 A.M.on Saturday morning May 19th. We took the Lower Keys shuttle from Key West to Marathon, 4 dollars. hopped on the American bus to Florida City, 2 dollars and 35 cents, took the 38 bus to the Metro rail, 2 dollars, bought an all day pass for 5 dollars and made it to South Beach by 2P.M.....PRICELESS !!! Especially because I didn't even spend a dime because I didn't have a dime. My friend Scotty paid for the whole trip but he also owed me 20 dollars that I had loaned him the week before...My friend is apparently a former Air Force Special Intellengence airman who spent 6 years with an honorable discharge. But I couldn't and still can't believe it because the minute we got to Florida City, he acted like a complete lost idiot. and he apparently has traveled the world while he was in the service. We got off the American bus and he starts asking total strangers who don't even speak English, "What bus do we have to take to go to Miami and how much does it cost and all kinds of stupid ass questions" All the while I am reading the bus stop sign that even has a map that tells you where you are going, trying to calm his ass down. That was the beginning of the end, I thought maybe after a few beers or a couple shots of Vodka he might calm down but no, he didn't. The closer we got to Miami it seemed the stupider he got. When we finally got to Metrorail in Dadeland South ( it took an hour and a half on the 38) I suggested that we buy a day pass that cost 5 dollars as opposed to paying 2 dollars for a one way ticket, he bitched and moaned about spending money. I thought, this is not starting off too good, I am completely broke and totally relient on this guy who is already freaking out before we even hit Miami. I hate being in that position and should have waited for my check to come in before leaving Key West but he offered to pay and K.O.T.S. is getting OLD and the day before Officer Abitual caught me and Murphy in front of K Mart drinking alcohol (we had our drinks in non see through cups) and asked us why he shouldn't put us in jail. And I explained that Murphy had just bought a radio and portable DVD player that I was helping set up and showing Murphy how to work his brand new toys just purchased (over 120 dollars) at the K Mart we were in front of "breaking the law".

Anyway, Officer Mitchell let us go. So we left to Stock Island. And I convinced Scotty to go to Miami that night and he agreed. While in Miami, Scotty was worried about a place to sleep that night and was scared that it was going to rain, in which it did. I figured we could get a little buzz on and find shelter somwhere on the streets.Scotty ended up leaving me after I found my buddy Billy at the Metro mover in Miami. Scotty was bitchin' and moanin' too much for me. Billy Boy is from Kentucky and can handle what ever comes his way. The difference from Miami to Key West from hearsay,is that in Miami if you get busted for an open container or trespassing you get time served, you might do 12 hours. In Key West it's 30 days, big difference!! ( Update: Murphy is back in jail, the day after I left for Miami) So it was time to go. I'm having a great time in the real world, big city of Miami. I have a couple different spots to sleep, one being across the street from the American Airlines arena where we watched the people going to and from the game when the Heat whooped the Pacers ass, like 115 - 83! Then me and Billy Boy went up to Haulover Miami beach and slept there for a couple days and the cops just drive by, they have bigger fish to fry than to worry about some homeless people sleeping in the streets.

Pomp(ous) and Circumstance / Move Over Miami

Let me start by saying, I was trespassed this morning with my buddy Mr. Coffey at the Key West Golf Course by the Monroe County Sheriff's Department. Now, I don't blame the Sheriff's Department, they are just doing their job and they were very polite and respectful. The last name of the lead deputy was Miranda (Rights, get it?), which I meant to mention to him that that was a cool last name being a deputy. Anyway, I am and have been disgusted with these pompous, think they are better than everybody else, idiots that have nothing better to do than call the cops if they see a homeless, vagrant, bum in proscenium of their presence, minding their own business, meaning the homeless vagrant bum, yes, drinking a beer, like they're not drinking or taking pills or whatever, critical hypocrites. We weren't loud or disturbing the peace, just drinking a beer in the shade of trees which happen to be about 10 feet away from the golf course fence. Now I know, there are blatant loud, obnoxious idiots are homeless who throw beer cans on the ground when there is a garbage can 2 feet away. I always say, "No wonder these inconsiderate mother fuckers are homeless!!!" Believe me, I've seen it AND I have to live with some of these stupid asses at K.O.T.S. I can understand why some people hate the homeless !!There are some lazy, disrespectful, pieces of shit, that don't even deserve to breathe on earth. Maybe harsh, but I have to live with these inconsiderate assholes and see it everyday and can't escape while I am staying at K.O.T.S. Hence, my great escape plan to move to Miami..... I'm tired of running from the cops in Key West and I challenge anyone to find a spot in Key West that is NOT trespassing. That being said, my buddy, newly adopted father, Murphy was busted and arrested for drinking in public last week at Bay View park, courtesy of the tennis "pro" who tattle told on him. I luckily saw what was going down, warned Murphy to move as he denied to heed, I moved without opening and leaving my beer in the bag, escaping the crime scene and eluded the silver bracelets and the long arm of the law and had to subsequently pedal Murphy's bike back to K.O.T.S. because the cops wouldn't take it.... Again, we weren't being loud or obnoxious but the pompous tennis "pro" went out of his way to call the cops and actually, had his son call while he was giving a lesson.... Devil's advocate, yes, we should not drink in public but now we homeless can't even go into Stick and Stein, a bar, a.k.a. Bitch and Whine with our backpacks on because some STUPID FUCK went in with a bottle in his back pack and was drinking from it, NOW we ALL have to suffer because of that idiot... Now before you jump to conclusions and your judgemental mind goes into overload, to me, we are all human beings, regardless if you have a million dollars in the bank or a penny in your pocket. Yes, there are assholes but that is with every form of society you can think of, rich or poor. Why do people have to look down on the less fortunate? I don't understand. If you are rich and you know it, clap your hands and move on!! How can you be so worried about some homeless bum on the street? Don't you have bills to pay and worry about paying the rent? 401(k) to think about? Your misconceived notions have me baffled. I know most of you are ignorant, not ALL but MOST, if you don't know about something, you want to squash it and hope it goes away. The fear of the unknown is a scary thing but it would do ALL of us good to learn more about OUR (Mine and Yours) concerns than to ignore reality....Before I move to Miami, I wrote a little going away ditty....




MOVE ON MIAMI



EPIPHANY

TO GO BACK TO MIAMI



LEAVE THE IDIOTS

IN THE STREETS

OF KEY WEST



I THOUGHT MY DREAM

WOULD BE FULFILLED

AT BEST



I GUESS

I WAS WRONG AGAIN



BUT I MUST

STILL FIGHT

AND CARRY ON

MY PLIGHT

WHAT WOULD I DO

OTHERWISE



NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE

MY SAME EXCUSE

THAT WILL FRUITATE IN

A MATTER OF TIME



RATHER BE

IN MIAMI



IT SEEMS TO HAVE

A BETTER OPPORTUNITY



THAN THE TIME

I SPENT IN

THE FLORIDA KEYS



I WRITE THESE WORDS

ON A PIECE OF

SCRAP PAPER

I CAN NOT AFFORD



SITTING WITH

THE OTHER GURUS

AT THE LIBRARY



IF IT ALL FALLS APART

TOMORROW

AT LEAST I KNOW



THE SHELTER

WILL BE THERE

FOR THE REMAINDER

OF THE YEAR



BACK TO SQUARE ONE

IF I DON'T GET TOO FAR

OUT OF GRASP



I TRIED TO SEE

THE GREENER PASTURE

ON THE OTHER SIDE



YOU'LL NEVER KNOW

UNTIL YOU TRY



I KNOW THIS

YOU WILL NEVER WIN

UNLESS

YOU THROW IN

YOUR OWN 2 CENTS



WAIT FOR ME

MIAMI

PROMISE MY BOAT

WON'T SINK



I WILL BE THERE

SOONER THAN YOU THINK



Written by me 5/10/2012 @ of course 17:10 P.M.

GOD told me to tell you and Dream another dream, this gig is over

Well, tax season is over which also means, my gig playing Statue of Liberty in the street is over and I am officially unemployed and now I can play bum again. I do a pretty good job at that but it doesn't pay anything, that's the part I need to find out how to change that scenario. If I was smart enough, I should get a street performer's license and play drums on 5 gallon buckets down tourist trap street, I mean, Duval street, that way I wouldn't have to go out and get a heaven forbid, dare I say, REAL J.O.B., it makes me itchy just thinking about the corporate nightmare. But the license isn't cheap, I heard it's about a buck fifty but I could make that back and then some, in the long run and make my own hours. I still couldn't sleep in because K.O.T.S. wakes you up at 6:30 A.M. every morning without fail and yo ass better be off the property by 7:30 A.M. or yo ass is gonna be written up per Nancy Banks, it's a scary thought. Side note: Murphy can get back into K.O.T.S. tomorrow night and my other dumb ass friend Scotty can get back in on the 24th after he got busted drinking Vodka at the hacienda de K.O.T.S. I don't understand why these stupid ass people bring alcohol into K.O.T.S. Scotty's not the only one, I always see at least one beer can or empty pint bottle in the garbage can of the bathroom every night.... I got kicked out the one and only time when I was finishing my beer which I had in a brown Arizona tea bottle outside the gate next to my bike waiting for the line to go down when Monitor asshole Cookie Monster comes out and asked me what was in my bottle I replied, "Tea" of course. He came over and smelt the beer in the bottle and said I couldn't stay at the lovely homeless shelter that night. To his credit, he only kicked me out for one night. But in my defense, I didn't bring the beer pass the fence and inside, I was trying to follow the rules. But they said, that you can can't have alcohol on the property period. I wasn't gonna argue where the property line started but I started to.

Anyway, their kicking me out of the library due to limited computer time..here's a new poem...


GOD TOLD ME TO TELL YOU

4-10-12/ADDED LYRICS 4-18-12 GOD WASN'T FINISHED YET, NOT MY FAULT, BLAME IT ON THE ALMIGHTY



CAN YOU SEE MY TEARS

BEHIND MY SUNGLASSES

(AS THE SUN SETS)



I'VE SEEN

A LOT MORE THAN

YOU WILL COMPREHEND

(RISE ABOVE THE REST)

(NOT THAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN THEM)



BEEN THERE

DONE THAT

(COMES WITH A PRICE)



I CAN'T EXPLAIN

YOU HAD TO BE THERE

(A TOUGH ROAD TO FOLLOW)

WRITE A HIT SONG

TO SAVE THE WORLD



ONE CHANCE

TO LAST

A LIFETIME



GOD HAS GIVEN ME

THE POWER TO SPREAD THE WORD



I CAN'T HELP IT

HE CHOSE ME

TO TELL YOU

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW



IT'S UP TO YOU

TO READ

THE WRITING ON THE WALL



TAKE WHAT YOU CAN GET

FROM THE WISDOM

HANG ON TO

YOUR FREEDOM

HE WILL WAIT FOR YOU

AT THE KINGDOM



IF YOU DO

THE RIGHT THING

AT

THE RIGHT TIME



GIVE WHAT YOU HAVE

PASS ALONG THE LOVE



HE TOLD ME

HE DOESN'T LIKE

GREED OR GLUTTONY



HE LIKES TO SEE

PEOPLE HELPING

OTHERS IN NEED



I ONLY TRANSFORM

THE INFORMATION

INTO A

SIMPLE POEM

SO THERE IS

NO CONFUSION

THERE SEEMS TO BE

ENOUGH OF THAT

IN THE LAND OF

PLENTY



I CAN ONLY TELL YOU

WHAT HE TOLD ME



POST IT ON A PAGE

FOR ALL TO SEE



THIS IS THE END

OF MY STORY



P.S. BY THE WAY



ONE LAST THING

HE SAID

BEFORE WE GOT DISCONNECTED

HE LOVES ALL HIS CHILDREN AND CREATURES

HE CREATED



####

Tribute to my friend, Murphy, Thank you for your service, you paid the price and you're still alive !!

NEW FOUND MURPHY FAMILY
Written by you know who on 4-14-12 @ 4:14 A.M. in front of, again, Liberty Tax, my future former employer.

7 MINUTES LATE
TO A PLACE I HATE
HAD TO SLEEP OUTSIDE
ON THE STREET
LAST NIGHT

THE STUPID NEW GURU
WORKING THE DOOR
SAID
IT'S PAST TEN
WE CAN'T LET YOU IN

GREAT
I THOUGHT
IT WAS WRONG
NOW I HAVE WORDS
FOR ANOTHER
STUPID SONG

MEANWHILE
BACK AT THE RANCH

MURPHY WAS TOO LOUD
AND GOT
KICKED OUT

NOW SOME SHELTER
HE LOOKS
TO SEEK

A BUS STOP
HE FOUND
TO REST HIS
PRETTY LITTLE HEAD

VIETNAM ARMY WAR VETERAN
TOLD ME HE
WAS WITH THE
SPECIAL FORCES
DIVISION

KILLING GOOKS
LEFT AND RIGHT
HE CAME BACK
ONLY TO BE CALLED
A BABY KILLER

DRAFTED
IN A WAR
HE DIDN'T WANT TO FIGHT

STUCK IN THE JUNGLE
LOOKS LIKE
MR. BOJANGLES
NOW HE LOOKS
FOR A PLACE TO SLEEP
ON THE COLD CONCRETE

THIS IS
THE THANKS WE GIVE
FOR A MAN THAT
DEFENDED OUR FREEDOM?

FOUGHT A WAR
WE NEVER WON

I TRY TO DO
WHAT I CAN
FOR THE MAN
THE LEAST I CAN DO
I COULD NEVER DO
WHAT HE ALREADY HAS

I AM HAPPY TO SAY
I FOUND HIS LONG LOST SON
ON A FACEBOOK PAGE

NOW HE KNOWS
HE ALSO HAS
2 GRAND KIDS

BROUGHT A TEAR
TO THE MANS' EYE
AS WELL
AS MINE

SOMETHING
YOU WILL NEVER
GET TO SEE

THAT IS WHY
I HAVE TO WRITE THESE WORDS
TO EXPLAIN
THE BEST WAY I CAN
HOW IT FEELS
TO BE ALONE

BUT THE GOOD THING IS
I FOUND A NEW FRIEND
IN MURPHY
NOW HE CALLS US
FAMILY

HE'S OLD ENOUGH
TO BE MY FATHER
HE NICK NAMED ME
JUNIOR

NOW WE LIVE
HAPPILY TOGETHER

LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO SLEEP
IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE



I WOKE UP MURPHY @ THE BUS STOP AROUND 7 A.M. AFTER WRITING THIS IN MY NOTEBOOK AND TOLD HIM THAT I WROTE THIS PIECE ABOUT HIM. I READ IT TO HIM AND HE SAID IT WAS "GROOVY" HIS FAVORITE WORD OF CHOICE IF HE LIKES SOMETHING AND IT BROUGHT A TEAR TO HIS EYE. I ALWAYS SAY, I DON'T CARE HOW SIMPLE I WRITE, IF IT MOVES ME AND/OR SOMEBODY, I MUST BE DOING SOMETHING RIGHT. UNTIL I GET INSPIRED TO WRITE AGAIN, I HOPE YOU LIKE THE WORDS I PUT TOGETHER, SEE YOU LATER, GOODBYE :)>

Friday the 13th- In Memory of my Mother

HOME ON THE RANGE
Written April Friday the 13th, 2012 @ 13:13 P.M. in front of Liberty Tax, my current and soon to be, former employer.

HOME ON THE RANGE
IS THAT AN ORANGE
IN YOUR POCKET
OR ARE YOU
JUST HAPPY TO SEE ME

YOU SEE
MY DADDY
GOT SHOT BY
A 12 GAUGE
LEFT ME AND MOMMY
HOME ALONE ON THE RANGE

BUT THEN
SHE REMARRIED
WHICH I THOUGHT
WAS STRANGE

I COULDN'T COMPREHEND
THE HAPPENINGS
OR DOINGS
ON THE FOLLOWING DAYS

WHY DO YOU DRINK MOMMY?

DOES MY BRAND NEW DADDY
DRIVE YOU TO THE LIQUOR STORE
TO CALM YOUR NERVES

DOES HE SCREAM
AND YELL THINGS
YOU DON'T DESERVE

AT LEAST HE DOESN'T
HIT YOU LIKE
THE OLD DADDY DID

I WAS TOO YOUNG
TO DEFEND
YOU
AND MY OLDER BROTHER

I COULDN'T
REALLY FIGHT
TOO GOOD
FROM THE
RINGSIDE CRIB

I WOULD OF
STOOD UP FOR YOU
I HOPE YOU KNOW

I TRIED TO BOOK A FLIGHT
TO HEAVEN
BUT GOD SAID
I HAD TO WAIT MY TURN
HE SAID
I HAD A LOT MORE CHORES
ONE OF WHICH WAS
TO SAVE THE WORLD FIRST

I REMEMBER YOUR WORDS
FIGHT FOR WHAT IS RIGHT
AND DON'T TAKE NO SHIT
FROM THEM THERE
TOILET BOWL HEADS

KICK EM IN THE SHINS
AND RUN LIKE HELL
THEY'LL NEVER CATCH YOU
BECAUSE WELL
YOU'RE TOO FAST FOR THEM

I WISH I COULD GET
A ROCKET SHIP
TO AT LEAST
STOP AND VISIT
BUT
GOD WON'T GIVE ME
A G D TICKET

I'LL STAY IN TOWN
I'LL KEEP RUNNING AROUND
THE MERRY-GO-ROUND
LIKE A CRAZY HORSEY
GOING UP AND DOWN

I GOTTA GO
I'M GETTING DIZZY
JUST LIKE WHEN
I HIT THAT MOVING TRUCK
IT DIDN'T HIT ME

YOU CAME TO THE BUS STOP
TO SAVE ME
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
I'LL HAVE TO WAIT
AT LEAST I CAN
SAVIOR MEMORIES

MEMBER WHEN
YOU SAID
YOU LOVED ME
MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF

DOES THAT STILL HOLD TRUE
NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE
AND I LIVE
WITHIN MYSELF
IN A PLACE
I LIKE TO CALL HELL

I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW
I STILL LOVE YOU
BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD


IN MEMORY OF MY MOTHER, NANCY JANE JORDAN BERRY SANDERS MacDONALD

I'LL SEE YOU SOON!!! OX

MONSTER CREATOR and ROCK A BYE LULLABY- THE LATEST, IN A LYRICAL STORM

MONSTER CREATOR
4-10-12

BLOCK MY PROGRESS
FROM THE SUN THAT I SHINE

TAKE MY BUS STOP
WHERE I SIT ALONE

TO LISTEN
TO MUSIC
TO PUT MY LETTERS TOGETHER
TO FORM A SENTENCE
SO IT WILL MAKE SENSE TO YOU
AND DRINK MY BREW

PUT ME DOWN
WITH YOUR DIRTY LOOKS
BUT I MUST
WARN YOU
I WILL RISE UP AGAIN

I JUST CALL THEM
OBSTACLES
THAT MAKE ME STRONGER
YOU DON'T EVEN REALIZE
YOU ARE CREATING
A MONSTER

YOU THINK YOU KNOW IT ALL
I'M HERE TO TELL YOU
THAT YOU DON'T

WRONG ANSWER
WRONG NUMBER
BUSY SIGNAL
I CAN'T LISTEN
TO YOUR FAULT

YOU BROUGHT IT ALL
UPON YOURSELF
ALL YOU CAN DO
IS BLAME THE PERSON
LOOKING BACK AT YOU

THE WORLD IS NOT
ALL YOUR OWN

EVEN THOUGH
I AM HOMELESS
I STILL LIVE HERE ON EARTH
AND I AM
A PART OF THE UNIVERSE

GOD SENT ME HERE
TO SAVE YOUR SOUL

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS OPEN YOUR EARS
I KNOW THAT IS DIFFICULT
FOR YOU TO HEAR

LET ME BREAK IT DOWN
YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A JOKE
THAT ISN'T FUNNY
AND THINKS THEY KNOW IT ALL

ALL THE RIGHT ANSWERS
AT THE RIGHT PLACE

MONEY DOESN'T
MAKE THE MAN
OR SOLVE THE WORLD'S PROBLEMS

YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER ONE
WE COULD GET RID OF
YOU ARE NOT THE SOLUTION
YOU ARE A LOT OF THE PROBLEM

APPRECIATE
THE SUNSET
THAT GOES DOWN EVERYDAY
AND RISES
WHEN YOU NEED TO WAKE UP

NO NEED TO JUDGE
I'M JUST LIKE YOU
YOU'LL NEVER BE LIKE ME
THE ONLY THING CLOSE
IS WE ARE BOTH
FLESH AND BLOOD

GOD IS THE ONE
WHO PUT US ALL ON THIS EARTH

YOUR MONEY BLINDS YOU
FROM WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON

I HAVE ALL
THE RICHES IN THE WORLD
AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE A DIME
TO CALL
SOMEONE WHO CARES

WHEN YOU SEE
YOUR OWN MOTHER DIE AND CRY
SHE DOESN'T WANT TO

THEN WE CAN TALK
AND I WILL TELL YOU
HOW IT FEELS
TO BE ALONE IN A EMPTY WORLD

THEN YOU CAN BITCH AND MOAN
ABOUT THE BILLS YOU HAVE TO PAY

COMPLAIN ABOUT
THE HOMELESS
WHO HAVE NO HOME
TO GO TO

THEN BITCH ABOUT
RISING TAXES
AS YOU HAVE
A SHELTER
ALL YOUR OWN

LOOK AT ME
LIKE I HAVE
NOWHERE TO GO

I WILL BE
RICH AND FAMOUS
BEFORE YOU EVEN
LEAVE THE GROUND

THEN YOU CAN
LOOK AT ME NOW

A BIGGER BANK ACCOUNT
THAN YOU
EVER THOUGHT ABOUT

WHO IS ON TOP NOW
WHO IS LOOKING DOWN NOW


NEXT WE HAVE............

ROCK A BYE LULLABY
4-11-12 @ KOTS AT 5:55 A.M.

POP A COUPLE PILLS
TO KILL THE PAIN
DRINK A FEW BEERS
TO ENTERTAIN
AND REARRANGE

WATCH THE IDIOTS
STUMBLE AROUND
FIRST THING
IN THE MORNING

LISTEN TO THE NIGGER*
THAT NEVER STOPS TALKING
IN THE CORNER
KEEPS TELLING ME

HE USED TO BE
A MILLIONAIRE
WHO JUST GOT OUT OF JAIL
AFTER SERVING
32 YEARS

HE SAYS
HE WILL BE ON TOP AGAIN
AFTER HE GETS OUT
OF THE HOMELESS SHELTER
AND THE HOLE
HE IS TRAPPED IN

I TELL HIM
THE PEN IS MIGHTIER
THAN THE SWORD
AND THAT
I AM GOING TO GO FAR

FARTHER THAN HE
CAN EVEN FATHOM

10,000 LEAGUES
UNDER THE SEA
HE WILL SINK
AS I FLOAT
ABOVE THE OCEAN

WHAT HE USED TO BE
WILL BE ME
AND I WILL LIVE
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
HIS LIFE IS GONE
NEVER TO RETURN

THESE MOTHER FUCKERS
GOT ME
TWISTED
FUCKED UP
WHAT ARE THEY THINKING
THAT'S RIGHT
I ALMOST FORGOT
THEY'RE NOT
I AM TOO FAR AHEAD
TO THINK ABOUT WHAT THEY SAID

I AM HEADED
FOR OUTER SPACE
TO MAKE UP
FOR ALL THE TIME
I LOST BEFORE

BETTER RUN FAST
BECAUSE I AM ON
A WAR PATH
OF DESTRUCTION
TAKING NAMES LATER

I'LL SEND
A THANK YOU LETTER LATER
FOR THE
INCENTIVE AND INSPIRATION

I COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT
WITHOUT YOU

CHECK YOUR MAIL
YOUR ROYALTIES
SHOULD BE IN THERE

I'LL BE BACK
WITH A
MONEY GUARANTEE

WHEN YOU WAKE UP
I WILL GO TO SLEEP

WHEN YOU WALK
ON THIS SIDE
I WILL BE
ON THE OTHER STREET

YOU CAN'T ESCAPE
THE LOVE
I WILL BRING

THE WEDDING
IS ABOUT TO BEGIN

PLEASE TAKE A SEAT

SIT YOUR ASS DOWN
CAUSE YOU CAN'T FOLLOW ME
EVEN ON YOUR BEST
OR MY WORST DAY

GIVE UP NOW
WHILE YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE
TO CONCEDE
THIS JUST MIGHT BE
YOUR LAST CHANCE TO BREATHE

GET IT WHILE YOU CAN
YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN

HOW DID I
GET MIXED UP
IN THE MIST
OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT
SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF
ALL THESE LOSERS

I WONDER IF
THEY HAVE LOST
MORE THAN I

HOLD THE WORLD'S WEIGHT
ON MY SHOULDERS

I'LL TRY TO CRY
AND GO TO SLEEP TONIGHT
FORGET ABOUT
YESTERDAY'S PROBLEMS
DREAM ABOUT
A BETTER TOMORROW

DO IT AGAIN
LIKE GROUND HOG'S DAY
UNTIL THINGS CHANGE

*NOW BEFORE I HAVE TO FIELD QUESTIONS AND/OR COMMENTS LIKE AXL ROSE ON THE WORD "NIGGER". MY VIEW POINT, BOTTOM LINE, THERE ARE BLACK PEOPLE AND THERE ARE NIGGERS. JUST LIKE THERE ARE WHITE PEOPLE AND THERE ARE CRACKERS OR WHITE TRASH PEOPLE. I AM NOT AFRAID TO CALL A SPADE A SPADE OR A WHITE BOY, CRACKER OR A NIGGER, A CRACKEE. LET ME JUST SAY,.. I LOVE BLACK PEOPLE,I HAVE GREAT FRIENDS FOREVER, WHO HAPPEN TO BE BLACK, I GOT NO PROBLEM WITH DAT, TO NAME A FEW, BOB MARLEY, JIMI HENDRIX,ALFALFA, BARACK "WHO'S YO MAMA" OBAMA AND OPRAH WINFREY,DON'T FO'GET JAMES BROWN, I GOTS SOUL, MY BROTHAS AND SISTAS,I CAN GET ON THE GOOD FOOT, LIKE A SEX MACHINE BUT I CAN'T STAND A DIRTY, FILTHY,STEALIN',TALKIN' SHIT, MOTHER FUCKIN' NIGGER. IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE DUMB ASS QUESTIONS AND/OR COMMENTS, YOU CAN CALL MY PERSONAL HOT LINE- 1-800-KISS-MY-ASS-AND-DIE AND I'LL MAKE DAMN WELL SURE YOU GET THE RESPONSE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR AND DESERVE, WITH A BONUS, 30 DAY MONEY BACK GUARANTEE AND I'LL EVEN THROW IN THE SARCASM FOR FREE, THE DEAL OF THE CENTURY.

THANK YOU FOR READING AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS EPISODE OF "A INDIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW", BROUGHT TO YOU BY, THE POETIC DRUMMER. :)------->PEACE, LOVE AND HAPPINESS FOR ALL MANKIND, PLANTS,TREES,CREATURES,BUGS,INSECTS AND ANIMALS!! AND EVEN FOR THE KEY WEST CHICKENS WHO GET A BUM RAP FROM ALL THE ASSHOLES IN KEY WEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 0-------OUT, TATER GATOR, DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU IN YO ASS---------------->[]