Mindwalk

IN THE STREETS;THE SOUL BLEEDS I am street , I blend, I mix,I intertwine, I see.I am street.The steel rod protrusion that is embedded in the lawn or street path or the exposed live electric cabble or wire  lying casually on the street corner or under the rumbles are an ever present danger to the unsuspecting urchin, scavenger, the jogger and the road work regime team or the old woman carrying her heavy wares on her head,walking along the rough and shady sidewalk,all,on a daily basis are at the mercy of these unheralded destruction waiting to unleash on the streets.But this is just the tip. I see the young man soliloquising with uncoordinated hand gestures in the air , a picture of one who has been weighed down by the equally uncoordinated dynamics of life,a graphic visual of a man whose mind had absorbed more than it can process.I see the deadlocked mentally challenged but very peaceful man,sitting quietly in the front of the house of  a temporarily accommodating absenty landlord,who f