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
She was a thunderbolt of passion.
Often out-of-control.
Guided and misguided
But of all else I think her honesty drove her
to a premature death.
Not uncommon in the world of ART of all kinds.
Who?
The kind
You never forgot
The one who opened your eyes
The one whose name you remembered,
When you couldn’t, your own
Oh my
Oh My
What a dully inspired
Life is mine!
Have I a flap
Or generous lap
For the one I will know
Under the mistletoe
Will be mine
For all time….
