mind funk happens

low points are part of everybody's life

driving through this city

wind's blowing cold dry air and dust

the chain link, barbed razor wire

electrified fence is irritable

it threatens to maim and swallow 

an innocent,

a living on the streets man

the same way its stark steel 

has begun to cage the rest of my soul today

his lost look handcuffs my heart

his dazed crazed struggle for existence

his solid fear, opens a valve in me

that spills splurts

merciful reams of compassion

through my windshields up to the sky

he's on the street,

i'm in my car pushing that grocery cart

with its piled rags stacked high

for the on the streets man

on this lonely traffic filled avenue

asphalt hell

i drive on

i feel my heart turn to ice again,

billboard jungle, mind's tumble

inner city streets, rat's maze

compassion forgotten 

for the man on the streets

i'm feeling the littered lined sidewalks

and alleys filling me up,

nothing's straight

things don't align,

even the straight is bent

doesn't make sense

frustration's fret, 

makes my teeth hurt

wish something was perfect

everything's cracked

i find myself still in my metallic steed

stopped at yet another traffic light

ten minutes' for a train to pass

the high voltage cables above

are running on cables as thick as my wrists

emanating amperes' current, 

electron's ions and its pressure,

runs across the air, invisible

radiating like jagged barbs of wires

making my nerves to bleed,

my soul to itch

like fluorescent lights

in an office cave

my pulse is tension taut,

its taking forever to get across town

time is at a crawl

takes strength not to go postal

at a time like this

sometime today,

don't remember exactly when

but he reached in and

pulled me out of my mind fog

he lifted me out of my world funk

with his loving hand

his spirit whispered soothing calm

with secret soft mystery words i don't remember

he talked to my soul,

gave me unexpected, undeserved peace

words from his own heart

shared his strength

calmed my raging inner storm to tranquility

i breathed out perplexity

vexation pored out of my shell

he breathed in me simple acceptance,

soft truth

the truth is hard,

reality is real

in this war torn world

but he made it soft enough to swallow

the hollow in the core of me was filled

by his word, 

"Cast your cares on me, 

at the foot of my cross,

I give you peace that surpasses all understanding"