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and like you, friend, I've much to say. Our winter looms, and still no answers for those who seek, there's no right way. The change tells me it goes on and on; the circle will turn long after I'm gone. But I've got to do something & leave some good before the setting of my sun. You and me, and so many others try to find that road but we're all scattered and all getting old. It seems a bad joke that the heart grows calm, and the brain becomes so wise at the same time the body withers and the Spirit opens its eyes. I had a friend, an occasional one who knew me and my uphill fight. He said "You're looking for something, but you don't know what" And you know, it scared me, that he was so right. Lifetimes of searching, and thinking we know then someone shows up and tells us we don't. God is in all of us, or so we've been told, that alone is what needs to be shown. There's so much to do, and so little time. If strength is in numbers, we all need to find some central place in art, word and song; we'll all then realize that we're not alone. But this won't happen if we're all used up from letting the wrong ones control what we love. We owe it to the small ones we all have made. Where is their future, if nothing is saved? It is our duty-we've been given the tools of knowledge, awareness, and breakable rules. Remove all the trappings, and like it or not The Golden Rule is all that we've got. (10/98) _______________________________________ |
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with all the time this life will lend Never looking for that road, it will find you in the end. With righteous anger on your mind, telling others what you find, you don't know that you can give sight to those who are so blind. Take to the sky, don't ask why Inspiration never dies. And when the time it comes, to rest, Relax with a contented sigh. The more you look, the more you see The more you listen, the more you hear (no need to be humble-be proud) Keep on seeing Keep on telling Keep on yelling it out. Never give up; my friend, the gift you've been given is worth more than any paycheck. You have the wealth of awareness. There are those, few and far between who have been so gifted. It is both a blessing and a burden. You can feel alone in a crowd of shallow, "me" people, in bubbles. You speak; it falls to the floor- they have no clue. You want to scream "Wake Up!" Seeing the wrongs can be too much when you're helpless to correct them. You may, for a second, wish you were one of those who live the phrase "Ignorance is Bliss" But think of all the beauty you'd miss. Just the fact that you care enough to care is reason to continue. All we can do, as a people is chip away at the wrong that we see in our time alloted on earth; to soak up as much good as we can, and live close as possible to a clear conscience. That is contentment. That is our purpose. That is peace. (10/98) _______________________________________ |
Some Haiku
Almost a morning |
The Power of Green
Amazing how boards and brick |
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Where is peace? Suddenly we ask. (When all along, in sight and song and heart, this was his task). New songs, a new life So refreshing, and with his wife (Who by the way, I must say inspired the love we miss today). Then suddenly, amid the wave of benefits and gifts he gave the dream was cut off by a gun (the coldest thing that could be done). But still we sit, for oh so long waiting for the next new song. If he wasn't a Beatle, just John Lennon, alone would we still wail in mournful pain the sorrow in our bones? (12/80) _____________________________________ |
The Breakup
Woolworth, I've got to leave you |
Shredding the Veil Too Early (growing pains)
Can't find my art- |
From the Chrysalis 1975
My capacity for love is unbridled & free, |
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