The Curious Taste Of Street Ministry

Nobody can ever be always correct in what they say. In fact the longer the years run toward all End then more often than not people are more likely to know nothing. And I as a poet and hedonist certainly claim no wisdom or knowledge from oracles. Sorry folks but I have no celestial inside scoop on how the world works or how the masses ought to behave, that kind of physics I leave to better men.
I do have ideas however, and thanks to a few near brushes with death, I also have a 'feel' for certain things. A stubborn thought which I cannot shake that life as I see it is exactly that; life as I see it. I have also been blessed with a fantastic radar, what I call my 'People/Bullshit Meter'. It is one of my most reliable tools which ive never known to be wrong. Unnerving in its accuracy, I use it to stay safe and find the substance in fellow souls.
No I do not know the mind of God but I am sensitive to the spirit of Man. I know when they are Lying or being Honest, Giving or Taking, Ranting or speaking Sense. I know I am not wrong in these instances.
As ever in cases where one believes to have a unique 'gift' there are people who feel threatened by it, or they get confused and begin to think that I believe myself to be a Sage of some type. They are misguided for I hold myself and beliefs no higher than the average worm and being down here in the ground I am at advantage because from here I can only look UP at the mechanics of Life. And thereby see more truths.
There are those among us who are confident in their chosen subjects and because they think they exceed in that area they limit themselves to only what those boundaries allow. They only see the BACK if you will and therefore completely miss the heart of things. Dangerous is the physician or carpenter who thinks they have seen it all. Those dedicated to one single faith are trapped and blinkered, rotting under one sun because they foolishly shun the ideas of others and it is these who claim to know everything.
I am not so bold. Or limited. There are very many subjects and past times that I pursue, which range from sensible to the downright morbid, but I am not a master of any. I am always searching for new angles or avenues, keeping everything in check and alive. I love to challenge the common thread and whatever current craze the herds are feeding off or praying to. It only offends the numbskulls and far from wanting to insult those types, I am actually trying to make them drop the shackles. I have never been in the buisness of body slamming ideas or heartfelt beliefs.
It might seem to a few that I am stirring the pot in order to provoke a reaction but that to my thinking is a very shallow thing to do because outlandish statements are easy make and just by loudly proclaiming that JESUS IS GAY or GAYS ARE EVIL fails to do anything constructive and tends to make most of the audience think a tantrum is being thrown. I don't do anything for shock value. My statements simply come from having lived near to calamity and are honest reports from my discoveries therein. There is little point poking fun at individual beliefs and doing so certainly never teaches anything of any value.
And that is all there is to it. I have swam in the darkest of waters, prayed in the most heroin ravaged temples and in doing so I have learned things that the sober and sane could never quite grasp and feel a need to share sometimes. When I come across things which are contrary to what Ive learned in these cess pits then naturally I am forced to attempt to correct them. Death teaches one to ignore comfort and safe boundaries, it teaches one to always look from UNDER never from the TOP. Most importantly of all death tells it how it is, forcing the tattooed pupil to accept the cruelty of Life.
There is no malicious intent, it would be too selfish, too self indulgent and these ideas come at too high a price to be able to be sold so cheaply. Nobody ought think im gunning for any single person or charity in my writings, that would be a grevious mistake. Plus I don't dabble in flattery so to dwell on any individual would be of no interest to me. Certainly I admit that at times it sounds like im railing at a targeted victim but that is because raw truths ring in solid chimes to everyone. We ALL hear good mantras but the trick is not to be deluded enough to believe its for YOU.
This mad poet knows nothing of interest to a clear world. My ink is not spilt to unleash fantasy on the page, nor am I author to bliss. I am merely a stethascope listening to the many beats of Life before unfolding them as my morbid brain sees fit.