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the dance
sanity? - - - Conformity!
At times my mind’s not mine
and it pounds an’ whirls an’ swirls
and leaps through the air –
a shooting star - - -
only to fall to the gutter, writhing.
Expression is lost;
art must be "controlled"
music must be "controlled"
dance must be "confined"
The world is a sculpture –
quakes, floods and volcanoes
ART
The wind and rain play a symphony to my ears -
twisters & thunder & hurricanes &
lightnin’
MUSIC
"I would like to run!"
"away?"
"no . . . . "
"where?"
"j u s t r u n . . . .
run till my legs felt like dropping off,
run till my eyes watered and my cheeks
burned from the wind,
run till my chest ached and my throat
seemed to crack and crumble like the desert floor,
run and run and run anrunanrun . . . .
and JUMP ! ! ! ! !
feet first into a pile of leaves . . .
.
THUD
flat on my back, gasping for air, head
swimming,
face flushed, heart pounding in my ears
fump-dump fump-DUMP fump-DUMP
FUMP-DUMP
! ! ! FUMP- . . . .
"Then what?"
"Oh, I’d die."
. . . . . . . . . .
May I have this dance?
Spring 1966. I am about to graduate from
high school. I felt that I was inadequately
prepared for the life that stretched out
ahead of me and that there had to be more
to life than what the educational system
had presented to me. I was right.
dirty
shirts
you think the sea
is watery
IT’S NOT
it’s just a letter
it rings and rhymes
with rhythmic chimes
a plastic coated sweater
is nice in rain
each cloud contains
the pennies are just tokens
of Turtle-dove’s
undying love
no mortal words have spoken
the truth it’s just
a marble bust
set up by men
preceding
the sounds of night
a glorious light
the sundown is
always present
just find the place
it’s there - - - by grace
the ocean keeps on gleaming
a nonsense verse
of dirty shirts
can show when something
needs cleaning
My second poem. A sing-song rhythm
but with a serious attempt to be deep and
relevant. I was heavy into Bob Dylan and
heavily influenced by the poems on the
cover of his album, "Another Side of Bob
Dylan".
The Daisy
It seems like just
a moment ago
that this daisy
nodded its head,
smiled,
and whispered,
"She loves you."
I smiled back,
as my heart echoed
"I love her too."
Therein lies my happiness.
. . . . . . .
A tear of joy appeared on
its golden cheek
as I plucked it from
the mother earth
that I might bring it to you.
It slowly gave itself up
as I held it tenderly
in my fingertips.
All without pain.
For it had lived and died for Love,
giving it Immortality.
Winter of 1965 – 1966. The poem is a
love poem inspired by my girlfriend, (now
my wife). If I were to write it today the
structure and words might be drastically
different but the sentiment would be the
same.
DEFINITIONS
. . . . . . . . . .
Creation:
Did the egg
come before
the chicken;
or
Did the chicken
come before
the egg?
I believe
they’re both
end products
of the shell!
. . . . . . . . . .
Chinese Proverbs
Chinese Proverbs
drag on
my mind!
. . . . . . . . . . .
Erasers
Erasers
absorb
the "blows".
. . . . . . . . . .
Clothes
There are those that say –
"The clothes make the man!"
Then there are those who say –
"The clothes reflect the man!"
I say –
"The clothes cover the man!"
. . . . . . . . . .
Rain
actually –
Umbrellas
keep the dry
from escaping!
Summer
of 1966. I was attending Capitol
University, it was hot in the dorms, I was
bored, I got inspired and these are the
result.
The Song
I want to write a song tonight
That will tell you
In words, rhymes and melody
Just how much I love you.
And more . . . . .
I want this song to
Surpass anything that has ever been written;
Never to be equaled by man,
Falling just short of being celestial.
I want you to hear my song
And know exactly how
I crave to serve you and make you happy,
And most important,
To build and share a love,
Our love,
For eternity.
But, here I sit, cursing my inability
To even begin to fully imagine
Something so perfect, and
Pray that you will someday
Begin to know
My desires for,
And will accept to your fullest,
My every striving.
May God, Who first loved, and gave us, all
of us,
Love in perfection,
Direct my love to become its fullest for you.
I pray that you too will feel the same as I,
And that we will take our love and show it to
the world,
That it may copy it and become more like the
Paradise it was intended to be.
Fall
of 1966. I did not continue to attend
Capitol in the fall. In fact I was just
floundering around trying to find direction
in my life. The subject is a revisiting of the
theme in "The Daisy" but lacks the
confidence.
(untitled)
In a time
When the people
Around me
Are trying to live
With their
Emotions;
I’m trying
To live by
My emotions.
. . . . . . .
(a quote)
"I already live in
a cell now,
So it might just as well
be padded!"
(a reflection on a quote)
Unfortunately,
for some people,
The skull’s
their limit.
. . . . . . .
(a prayer)
Oh All of All,
I pray that You would keep my
Feet on the mountain top
My mind in the sky
My eyes on You and
My hand in hers.
(a belief)
I believe that my potential
Is limited only by
Time and Desire.
As I believe that I am
Infinite by nature,
I am therefore limited only by
Desire.
Having been created a
Creative and energetic entity,
I desire all of All.
It is only a matter of
Time.
. . . . . . .
(a revelation)
It takes only an instant
To experience something beautiful,
But it may take a lifetime
To explain it.
. . . . . . .
(an insight)
It’s not in the knowing
How to dance;
It’s in the knowing
When the music is playing.
. . . . . . .
(an admonition)
If one has nothing
To say;
It is of no advantage
To use words
To not say it.
Thoughts and notes from the fall of 1967
to the summer of 1974. I was not inspired
to write anything resembling a poem
during this period. Mostly I was learning
my trade (Goldsmith) and reading
voraciously on many subjects. The poems
to follow seem to me to display a distinct
improvement over those that preceded.
"No
limit may be set to art, neither is there any craftsman that is fully
master of his craft"
The Instruction
of Ptahhotep
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