The Junkyard aka: The Compound

This is what lives behind the "shack".  I can imagine what poisons have already leaked into the soil and contaminated the ground!

Although it's fenced, it can't possibly be legal in a residential area, can it?  Of course, if I were to complain, a) would anything be done and b) I would probably have to identify myself.

I can't imagine the view from the woman's house behind this as she looks out her living room window?!  Ack...

All I see out of the cracked kitchen window is a fence and a peek at the ladies house behind the "junkyard".  Mind you, I'm not very tall, so I think Fab would have a better view.

BTW, if anyone sees something they think they might need, let me know.  Then again, for him to sell stuff, it only encourages more buying and selling and trading.  He's currently at 3 cars, 2 full size pick-ups, 2 cars (parts) to make one whole Lotus and a multitude of motorcycles and scooters/mopeds.  These are located between his property and the entry into said "yunkyard".  HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY! :)

My Inner Hell

All I can say is no No NO!

My head feels like it will explode

The pain is overwhelming

both physical and emotional.

I have to get out of here,

I'm losing myself, my being.

I am not a conformist!

Take me as I am, this is it.

It's hard to see

the flowing tears, they compete

with the pounding head.

I was doing so well

and starting to smile again.

To feel a little optimism

allow myself some hope.

But another reality

almost not of this world

Decided to impose

their warped out look on to me.

Only to collapse my

fragile stick walls

While I lay broken

on the floor.

I will decide

if I can rebuild.

If I do,

I shall use stone

and set out

the dogs to protect

my fragile heart.

....argosy....

Inside my head is a voice screaming

It sees and feels all the hurt

The pain and the unjust

going on around me.

It makes me want to yell

and stomp and hit and cry.

To lose myself in a drunken stupor.

Or drug my mind to

avoid this cruel reality.

Which way is up

as I always seem

to be looking down.

There is no clarity

no written in black and white.

The words are mumbled

or not heard, barely uttered.

I need some normalicy

Balance,

Peace,

and maybe,

just maybe,

a little...understanding.

EJH 03/05/10

The Starling & it's Tasty Tidbit

Feral little bird

What have you found there?

A tasty little meal,

in the form of a pizza crust.

Previously spat out

by a street urchin

that obviously didn't meet

her epicurious standards.

I mean, I think it

was female.

It was hard to tell.

Needless to say,

the little bird,

took flight with his dinner.

EJH - 2009

In the Streets

The gutter living folk

are at it again.

Trapsing the streets

with nowhere

in particular to go.

The drug addicts and prostitutes

Drug runners and thieves.

Looking for action

some, confrontation.

Having long ago

lost their direction.

Perhaps,

even their Soul(s).

EJH 08/09

Uninspired

Uninspired today

Looking for words

in the faces

of the people

who pass me by.

Needing reassurance

that this path I take

is the right one.

Or should I say,

the right one,

right now.

A rather dull existence

greets me each morn.

A boring job,

with no imagination.

Although

on days like this,

I write

and attempt

creation.

EJH - 08/31/09

A Rainy Day in the Box

I watch,

from inside the fishbowl.

Looking out

at the dysfunctional world.

The rain has eased

the skies, still grey.

It merges with the asphalt,

the buildings,

various shades of Blaaah!

Traffic is steady

it's quitting time

everyone in a rush

their needs

surpassing all others.

Pedestrians shuffle

shoulders hunched over.

Either due to the

electronic device

in their hand,

or against the wind.

Some,

 carrying many burdens

upon themselves.