Pay- Pay- Pay Pay me
they say. Enslaved
to pay or you just
can't stay. Out to
the streets where
there is not heat we
freeze our feet as
we beat the streets
trying to find some
place save to sleep.
Oppressed and stressed
to stay alive, we
cry down inside
as we try to get
by. What is the
price for human
life. It's 7 degrees
overnight. We stand
and fight only to end
up staring at
Fluorescent lights
and served a bill
we must pay for a place
we were forced to
stay just for trying to live
just one more day.     
Chase King

by Ralph "the Human Being" Mills

​This is to someone I don't even know
someone I have never kissed, held, or made feel so,
like in my arms is where you want to stay
How can I suppress your desire to get away

Know that in my heart there is a hidden key
that unlocks your desire to be a part of me
you don't even know me, how can you call it love
or do you have insight from the man above

that placed eyes inside your heart for you to see 
not the way I look, but inside of me.  
Cause it is something your eyes will never be able to see
but inside your heart you will know it is me

that was placed on this earth to satisfy you
your pleasure is what I am into
this is to someone I don't even know
someone I have never kissed, held, or made feel so.

​For profit nonprofit
that's the scam
to keep away our uncle
Sam. His names
Pam and her's is
Pam that's just
not needed for the
scam. When your
Bar code scan is
the best plan
Blessed be to all
that see
An little sleep is all
I need
If I sleep a bit too late
I ask you please jut
don't wake.
For I have no
place to medicate

Chase King

​There once was a man,
in a van….

although he had a breathalyzer,
he threw out his can.
But his beer ran out…
So he pawned it all.
Then the cops said “no ! --
Your tags are too slow”.
So he lost his van…
But without any plan,
unable to work,
unable to cope,
he looked on,
with not too much hope …

…towards the old maid
down the lane
just across the way.
No one told her
she couldn’t stay…
just there, not under the tree.
It took no time,
he found her not 3
meters from his tree.
He looked over at her
but he was drunk,
already.
But he couldn’t stop drinking,
and he doesn’t care to,
cuz the ups are too
infrequent, and few.

Now winter was on,
and all the folk knew --
none should celebrate,
have some laughs, or a brew.
Like the huddled masses Of Ellis Island,
the homeless of this nation,
huddle and stew.…
..And they take their place
at the table that’s set,
under the rafters,
and amongst the policies
and eat their stew.


And their outlooks are grim
and they spent their paychecks –
not on rent –
but on vodka, instead --
cuz they have no hope left,
or anywhere cheap to rent…
And the others too poor
but to steal, and repent --
Those from jail,
the vets,
those in cars,
or a pet,
the children who wonder at night –
where they are ;
and where they will be --
by the morning star…
Those under the bridge –
and kicked out of a house,
Those that know the rest of them too----
Those with mismatched gloves,
and holes in their shoes …

And a few die on the way,
from Climate;
or Policy--
Doesn’t matter - the whether.

And they wait to see who it was,
who went down,
when the sun’s not up.

Their eyes are dim,
their lip skin split –
and they don’t smile,
or know where their lives went --

And they lived it all before –
another year, another “roar”.

But we should make life a map
to where the sun beams - -
Where more than just a holiday meal,
isn’t just a pipe dream !

And the whole picture fades
to me giving a dollar
when I should have given three.
--or a nice night in,
--or a Maserati!!
--or a Christmas tree.
But they already live in one, you see..    

And they live for the hope:
the old, and the new…
And their faces are
“homeless colored”,
and rugged,
and true…
And I see me,
and I see you.

America the free?
America the policy –

And the longer it goes --
                Includes you, and me.

Ralph Mills  aka The  Human Being    ​

Systematically engineered to bring about devastation
Conceived by the desire to satisfy the urge to smoke dope
He emerged from the pit of and alcoholic infested womb
To enter into the world on a piss stained sheet.
Raised on powdered milk and soup beans
He's taught to hate himself and to love everyone that hates him
Money is his God and in money he trusts
The new breed replacing the old one
With a mentality to seek out new ways to bring about havoc

Tomorrow's child that grew old yesterday
And is presently dying today from the lack of understanding
That life is now subsidized
To find his place already established in a society
To where there's a booming industry to warehouse him
Which brings his worthlessness into a marketable value
Where legislation is being passed to ensure 
That this industry will flourish at the new breeds expenses.

Sometimes I'm...... feeling all alone, 
but yet there are people all around me 
I don't know which way to turn these growing pains they hound me
I'm too old for this.  Too young for that.  Got my mind caught up
Screaming screw this world.  Dreams of diamonds and pearls.  
That is how I was brought up.
I wish like skee – low, but I don't know what my future holds.

So I smoke on dope, praying to the Lord.  “God grant me tomorrow”
But I don't know why, cause I'll just get high, like the day before.
Telling myself I'm gonna quit, but I know that I'm lying to myself for sure
How can I cope? I hate to be broke Gotta do what I gotta do.
If I come down to it, it's all about self, so... uummm “F” you
See I ain't tripping my reality is paid by mental salary. 
I'm trying to get it together.  Myself is trying to kill me

Though the slab is lonely cold
Feel engine heat being so near the road. 
Gripping tight every item I own
My battery drained from repeating a holy song. 
Uniformed officials,
Pedestrians and their cross the street rituals, 
I keep my composure though the situation is quite critical. 
Habitual are my actions 
Long lines and short rations, 
Tomorrow on Park Avenue 
I again will be the main attraction.

Ralph Mills ​aka The  Human Being

You are my mother and I love you dearly
The love you have from me is understood clearly
All mothers have some kind of inside alarm
that hurts their heart when their child is in harm
that is why you placed on the right things in my mind
Gave me the respect of life for all mankind

You told me to do only what's right
And try with all my might
So it's not you anyone can blame
Cause I changed the rules of the game
and played it for money and fame

I've done things I would never tell
Cause I know how you felt all too well
That's why I could't ask you to go my bail
Cause of the hurt and pain
Of your son sleeping out in the rain
Cause I didn't have a place to go
But I know

I could always come where you're at
But I refuse to do that
Because I knew that you would see
Inside of me
And that would only cause you more pain
Might even drive you insane
Seeing me caught up in the game

So I did the best I could
Cause I couldn't stop like I should
But one thing you should know
That I love you so
And I'm going to do whatever I can
To be a better son and act more like a man

by Marcus Clark

Hallowed halo bright and burning turning ever
Fingers licking the azure depths
Together spreading
Like a ribbion, now a scarf that was flung
Frozen and hung there
Just for a moment, changing hues
It amuses us
but that it could last and not fade away
Stay awhile longer
Orange then pink, lavender I think
Sinking into deep purple
Slow as a disease yet swift as a breath
It's death awaits
It's gone now, an almost forgotten score
There'll be more tomorrow