They call it homeless, I guess I say I’m home-free The style of life I choose to live is purely up to me So forgive me when I’m confused by your pity, I pity you Spending most your days doing things that you don’t want…

The comfort of a bed The warmth of a blanket Clean water Hot food Shelter from the elements Save from that of surprise Imagine mine, when I found myself out here Where the pavement and the mattress are of the same cloth Double woven asphalt…

Home. I left a home I loved, too eager for adventure. I sought the nomadic life, hoping to find life’s secrets. I traveled the globe, crossed oceans, traversed the mountains. Without a place with deep deep roots- I was homeless. A house but no home….

She woke from a great slumber, In a parallel realm of space, That she didn’t know what to call. Where she was no one, But sought after by all, Her people had been shackled They were called a lesser race, For as long as they…

When feet long to wander the only choice is surrender. Slipping home into my pocket I take to the road, gypsy dreams my map and guide. Stopping only when fancy strikes, sustenance comes in the gifts of nature and man, comfort in a fleeting kindness….

A clear, flowing river in the middle of the desert, where the water was dry, John and Jill fetched water to spill, to see Jack and Jane rolling the sandy hills. Let’s continue while taking a nap, I’ll tell you a fable and it’s all…

#PoemNo11   Her feral heart untamed, restless fickle…. seeks adventures beyond this earthly premise.   Like the wind, free, moving from place to place leaving bits of memories in the hearts of those that she crossed paths with…   Her world different with no permanent…

I probably should have waited until I’d fallen in love or was old enough to vote instead as soon as I met myself fully for the first time stepped out of my closet approved sanctuary declared myself ready for my happily ever after I was…

Ain’t no love out here… Lots of fear. I ain’t scared no more; I’m only a whore. Ain’t got no house… Have a pimp, he’s a louse! Ain’t no perks… Just johns and jerks. And all of ’em are shit; Ain’t worth their wives spit….

I knew of a girl who kept moving once every two years, Somehow she reminded me of him. They are about the same, they kept no close friends at the beginning. Its as if, they intend to disappear at any moment. As if I was…