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!!

I’m listening to ‘whiter shade of pale’.

It reminds me of when.

And when I carry and continue to carry much of who I was then within me still today.

And I hope that I do till nevermore. All hail the privilege of living through and surviving 60’s from beginning to end, and all that blossomed in-between. It was great.

We were great.

There was this song,

Once,

Which went a bit like this

You see

And see it did

Into the hearts of those now weakened headed to their end

And gave them life,

Once again, you see

And again and again

Their minds awoke

And eyes read

Where lungs once slept

In their dreary end

It’s true you see,

Music never dies

But rests sleepily

Until it finds

A ‘wiling’ mind

To grasp it once again, you see

My Country

Built on revolution

Death, blood and broken bones

Sin and song

Of times already gone

Soon we’ll sink

Where nations are on the brink

And there we’ll rest

Holding onto

Ideas loved, but untrue

It’s no matter to me

But to my children I write this decree

We were young once

Full of ambitions never sought

By others you see

And sorry I am

Our time was so misspent

But..oh.. oh oh

Well that’s the end….

I hope your idea know better, you see