It's raining leaves, another russet day
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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Fly high, minstrel friend
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)
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Some Haiku

Almost a morning
Translucent glo-red fire swells
Yellow dot explodes.


One small star, alone
The vast steel-blue dusk awaits
A chill heralds night.

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The earth awakens
Calls out to bug, bird and beast
Spring is very near.


Ancient winding brook
Over stone, life-water flows
Listen long, it speaks.


Barn swallows' young fly
Blue heron returns to us
First signs of summer.


All growth is slowing
Green is turning tan and grey
Autumn has begun.


It is cold enough
For squirrels to argue over
Dry roasted peanuts.


Harleys in a row
Fringe flying in the morning
Time to plant again.

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First outdoor recess
Open coats, hatless and free
The true sign of spring.

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The Power of Green

Amazing how boards and brick
have the ability to
alter entire psyches,
be it friend, brother
mother, child.

How previously trivial objects
have senitmental value
once they're re-classified
as 'personal effects'
Instant Family-Just Add Death.
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Money puppet
pseudo-rajah
trying; buying lost time
with old lady's daddy's dime.
Your words, stamped "paid"
are too little too late
out of your
moot, deluded chute.

Stake your phony claim-
it means nothing.
Can't buy a dead man
once he's gone
(but he's watching).

How amazing.
Watch them crawl
out from the cracks.
Giant ants to candy coins.
(10/03)

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Where is justice?
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)
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The Breakup

Woolworth, I've got to leave you
Things are crawling, ceiling's falling
Its not the place for me.

Woolworth, I won't deceive you
I loved you once, you did your best
Just like you did for all the rest
But now it's time to go.

It will be hard to say goodbye
So I don't think I'll even try
I only know I can't be tied
When the future's at my side.

You gave a small part of my life,
Just like a family
Everything is nice and calm
'Til we get company.

Woolworth, you're not the best
And not the worst, by far
Just think, we may have never met
If I could drive my car.

So Woolworth, please don't miss me
I know I sure won't cry
Maybe it is best for you
And me, to say goodbye.

('76)
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Shredding the Veil Too Early (growing pains)

Can't find my art-
and if I lose my words
I'll have to start
among the herds.
That's not for me
I'd be a liar
and in that state
I would retire.

My head's in shadows, living off of
mudded shades of grey.
Having trouble coming through with
simple things to say.
I've had enough, I think it's time to
stop and find my way.
I'm coming home where I belong
and please make it today.

I know, for I've been there
its not a bad place to be
once you've been through the darkness
it's not so hard to see.
('77)

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(for MZ)
Don't ever trust a spider's eyes
no matter how they shine
for once you're in a spider's web
you're just another fly.

('75)

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From the Chrysalis 1975

My capacity for love is unbridled & free,
but at the same time, chained down & controlled.
Chained for a reason, which is losing importance.
I feel the need to steel my demeanor
for protection from those who
send their frustration to the nearest
vulnerability.
Who can't comprehend good deeds
for no apparent reason,
when fear & suspicion get in the way.
But this has outgrown its usefulness.
It will be hard to change-maybe.
I won't be changing, just tearing off
the covers.
I'm in no hurry, it's just
this volcano inside of me is getting impatient.
I feel a voluntary victim of the people.
All I ask is to give & live, and
leave me alone, already.
It's just not me.

('75)

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