ON BOYD'S HILL

This poem was written right after the ABQ NM police, after a long stand off, shot and eliminated a very troubled man. Written in 2017, there is still no solution to helping troubled people. New Mexico and other states have poured billions into "solutions for the homeless" with no effect in creating change. The problem has only gotten larger and will soon overtake most of the cities in America.
What cause do we attribute this increase on? Drugs, alcohol, mental illness, residual drop out from the 60's; 70's; 80's & 90's, veterans afflicted by PTS from all the unending world
conflicts?
Has the loss of faith and family created the void of compassion for others?
One answer will never heal the wounds of loneliness.
Here's a link to the case, one that totally preceded the homelessness explosion. It also generated a review from the Department of Justice.https://www.rt.com/usa/james-boyd-killed-apd-965/

ON BOYD'S HILL
A man's spirit was freed today
A twisted, torn, ravaged heart was set free today
Angry wounded soul was set free today
And his darkness poured into the rocks and grit of his life

He stood his ground and changed his mind
He stood his ground and changed his mind
He stood his ground and changed his mind until all he had was fear
And his fear grew in them all; his fear clawed its way down the hill and wormed its way into their hearts

"Leave me alone I'm not hurting anyone"
"Leave me alone I want to stay here"
"Leave me alone and I will leave you alone"

Fear like darkness, blackness, primordial
ooze
Creeps up to the souls and takes hold of boots and shoes
Rises up the legs, knees wobble, and fear twists its way into their hearts
But NO they're rough and tough

They have been trained correctly, they are heroes
They have been trained to handle the bleakness of this lost soul
They have been trained on how to remove it
They have been trained to make it go away

Because it doesn't fit with everyone's existance
Because it will ruin the value of the neighborhood
Too gritty, too dirty, too lonely to be allowed peace
There's no where for it to go but back into the earth
There's no one to care if he does fall and is scooped up and out of the hills
That's where he needs to be, down on his knees, face pushed into the dirt
Subservient to all but the fear continues to creep into the ground, down the hill

"Come on buddy, we won't hurt you"
"Come on buddy we'll exorcise your demons"
"Come on buddy we'll exorcise your soul"
"Come on buddy, we won't hurt you"

We'll help you fit into the puzzle of life
We'll round out your edges that don't please the folks around you
We'll medicate your spirit right into the ground
We'll numb your soul or free it whichever you choose

No one understands the blackness of a tormented mind
No one knows his on and off switch of sanity and reason
Switch on the light and all creativity disappears
Switch off the light and in darkness you touch the soul

You wonder why no one else can see you
'You're dangerous if you don't fit with the world
That's why you're dangerous- your edges can't fit into the puzzle

"Come on buddy we have the switch now"
"We're gonna make you pee your pants"
"We're gonna make you dance"
"We're gonna shock that blackness out of you"

We don't want your blackness, we have enough of our own
We can't handle yours and ours mixed together
We don't have the peace or time to spend on you anymore

"Come on you sorry ass, put down the pack and give up"
Obviously you don't fit into our system
Obviously you live in your own world
Obviously no one can reach you
Obviously you keep pouring your bleak blackness until it covers everything

And that's what makes you worthless, and dangerous and that is what makes our fear
Smoke, noise, barking, yelling disconnecting every possible sense of you

BANG, go in peace my brother
Fly to freedom
Escape and soar to heaven's fulfillment
Leave your blackness here.

Go in peace and make the world a better place, say hello, smile, give a crap, there for the grace of God go you. Be grateful for the abundance you have and the blessings in your life.