HA! A night without rain again
Leaving me without gain
Outcast thought without pain
As he strolled on the lane
Been ages passing in stages
Living out on life’s fringes
So long it no longer itches
That he can’t always get his wishes
Sun or moon may not shine today
People may stay or stray
Outcast will still sing and pray
Even when it’s Trouble’s day of play
Don’t you hiss and hate
He has enough on his plate
You envy his undisturbed state
But don’t see when he’s desperate
Take another look please
See what ruffles his peace
See how he became this
What made him a nutpiece
BACKGROUND: Times I deliberately choose to stroll back from work. This night, I just felt like screaming out and audio-recording my next poem to later find ways of putting the words into writing. I can’t exactly make a song of it because of my scary voice. I found myself talking out loud about this character of my next poem -the Outcast. Need I say passers-by may have thought me mad!
The Outcast doesn’t quite give much care for some of our norms and values. He lives as though he were dead and not part of us. He is somewhat detached from the world we know. We are slightly pissed when he doesn’t show the aggression or passion we expect in some everyday issues. We can’t always expect him to take sides with us. He doesn’t hurt or insult us, and he is mostly calm and composed -maybe a little TOO peaceful/happy, and so we see him as impractical, odd or loose-nutted.
We never realise he has huge issues he is battling with. His concerns for some other thing completely absorb him. His obsession with another life has affected the way he treats this one.
Well then, we do well to call him mad, yes?
As you may have guessed, I didn’t say exactly he was obsessed with because that’s out of my pen, but I know HOW EASY IT IS TO BECOME SOMETHING/ONE ELSE AND YOU ARE NOT EVEN AWARE OF IT!)
http://youtu.be/JTZrdL1KCqU …….Perhaps not the outcast you were writing about; but I was reminded of how Christ was rejected and treated as an outcast……ultimately crucified by those who did not comprehend Who He is and His ways. Then I thought about this song….The Scary Drifter. All that being said, we really enjoyed the Outcast – perhaps we can relate. Cheers and blessings!!!! = >
Hey Tango, lovvvely having you around again. Totally wonderful song. I am officially a fan of the band now.
And, yes, I have thought Christ quite odd in certain regards. If he were to walk Earth today, I am pretty positive he’d be labelled psychotic. But, we would never be able to see into his world to realise his world is real and living.
“He doesn’t hurt or insult us, he is mostly calm and composed and so we see him as impractical, odd or loose-nutted.”
Ha! Very much like the philosopher, writer and human observer to relate with that scenario, I suppose.
Can’t decide which part I like better, the poem or the story behind it…
Err… the writer?
Nice one man. Glad to be here.
Thanks much, Seun.
Quite glad to host you.
Good stuff. I think you might fit perfectly into this character you are creating. #justsaying I definitely enjoyed the background story more than the poem itself. Keep up the good work doc.
Hahahaha!!!! Oh no, you don’t!
I see. Glad you enjoyed it.
Quite nice having you around, Bukky.
I feel the same way doc, because I have peace, I don’t need to cause problems, although sometimes I do, and people think because I laugh at the world I’m missing a few screws. I feel like a total nutjob somedays! hehe but people tend to judge before listening, and that’s a terrible thing to do! all in all, really good poem! 🙂
Hello Anon, pleasure having you around. I am pleasantly surprised to see a real life character pop out of my fictional piece. Amazing.
Now what shall I name my creation?