Of 66
Is where I thought I knew allot
Where my troubles fell flat i thought
Upon which was a mighty switch
That con secrated my views I thought
And so do you know
Is my style that which does grow?
Upon the joists of teenage life
Is where I hope I found lives life
So love me or not
I am only human in vision and thought
Will you help me with your thought
For I am forever more
A rascal thought gone ever more
I was struck upon a dying light
One which fell
Between cluttered fields
Of bits of right and fright
And then there was shown
Times gone bare
Which held me close
To the stars that night of all known
Oh what to do
What to say
What will bring
A brand new day
For I am just one clumsy soul
Alone alone but not lonely
At all…
School girl eyes
Blinked at darkening skies
Thoughts off past time
Lost their rhythm of good times
A breeze whispered flee
Yourself from troubled doubts
For yesterday’s come and go
Without any help.
We become what we became
We went to where we go
We ride to where we rode
We sing of that which we told
And in the crying mercy of time
You’re not looking hard enough, for it
Everyone has one,
A place
Some place, they feel comfortable to roam, alone
Where, if it were the end of the world
You’d feel safe
And not be concerned,
Alone with yourself
Looking up from a moonlit country road
The top is down
The engine well warmed
Purring thunderous notes
Singing, hey let’s get out-ta here, soon?
And soon comes sooner than most
Fading twinkling stars go to ghosts
The road ahead, goes east and west with no end
A perfect map
To follow within truckers gaps
So, if you can’t find it
Here on earth
Of a broken-heart
Of a life lived in fits and starts
Where meadows meet
Valleys tiny watery feet
Of times gone by
Of mountains climb, so high
Till kingdom come
Makes life worth breathing, again
And then some
Just a few ideas
To idle ones time alive
For forbearance spent
Left to die, yet again
These are truths
That test the fool
Of a broken heart
Of a life lived……………….in fits and starts
That October before me
Comes with some thought
Of battles for hills
Won and lost
And for valleys
Trudged through
And swamps, there again
That October before me reminds me, my friend
While I lay here
And through gauge covered sight
I am reminded of a medic’s words, from the night
That I shouldn’t be scared
Or afraid of where to, I’ll go
For now, my riddled body rests
Quietly
Upon
A flat bed
Or better said, gurney
Till I’m pronounced dead
Yet cry no more, for I stand at the door
Where I’ve come to know of where I am to go
Above and beyond
Where cleared eyesight
Can see every tree below
And cloud with no dread
My soul flourishes here within this new
Atmosphere,
A place once told, I would go
When my time there on earth
Gave up to a spirted, first
Gave up to a spirited first
Gave up to a first, spirits new earth…
That October before me….
I rest my head
Upon the breast
Of mother Earth’s
Heaving chest
And within
The sigh
Of a pulsing mind
Love so lost from bled from eyes
So is it a lovers role
Of new times, told
Or is it what a pilgrim wants
That governs his life’s own rules
Well
Do I know?
Why the trouble I fear
Is justly so
Is it because I’m too old
Or is it because of times untold
Or is it because, when the clock strikes 3
And all of the animals are set free
And when someone like a spark from above
Lights the mountains we know little of
What makes you wonderful,
Makes me think
What makes you 18
Makes me weak!
What makes you happy
Makes me try…
To let you know
I’d rather die,
Then knowing nothing
About you, about now ‘
And meeting, again, upset
For the lost time!!
