This sadness, awful depth of nothing,
How can you eat my cheerful ways?
I sense that you are cruel to me
Life and all the losses I have and feel.

Sometimes a place of peace is found
Why, oh, why is it just a passing thing?
The fleeting smile of a child draws me in
Yet eternal peace only comes from within.

Talk to me of days gone by, there I cry,
Tell me it is not true that I just left you
Was it a great plan from forgotten times?
A plan to test both yours and mine.

Being far from life,
a heartbeat is stilled
the mortal shell is shed
as the spirit ascends.

In the absence of pain,
it's a child with the wind
formless to the world
rose bud opening

Looking at freedom
is warmth on skin
invisible scream
and hope born anew

For after the touch of death
in the binding silence
it finds itself engulfed
in serenity.

I watched the yellow
ripple in your reflection,
and as it danced on water
it was mirrored in sense

Dreams quivered
in plunging tears
but a falling stars
rare effulgence
revealed this sub rosa

That tripping shadow
moving into the night
carries your secret
bound into desire,
a paramour of night

Still, watching,
her bowed head stitched
into the shadows edge
always regretting the stab
of never knowing love

I cry for you out there,
You have become my friends.
Where are all the good things gone?
More pain to my soul does it never end

My choice to feel the way I do
Yet it is just me there walking
I then choose to walk with you
The twirling universe goes on

Dipping into mankind’s pain,
A poet’s simple refrain
I am here they call, just talk to me
A lifeline stretching out

There I find you and love you all,
It is for me to be flawed.
Though I feel we all should be
Compassionate for us, you see.

Who is it will be recalled
as the poet of our time
who lived through the past fifty years
and put the chaos into rhyme?

He'd have to capture Woodstock
its promised freedom and love
which died with Jimmie, Janice and John
and ended with Hell's Angels' shove.

Or the war that near tore us apart
there among those fields of rice,
where many of our best were lost
when they paid that highest price.

WOODLAND WANDERING
The sun goes down.
Day yields his kingdom to the night.
The moon appears.
Confirming sun’s disgraceful flight.

On woodland trails,
Forgotten years ago by man.
The Axeman hunts,
With sharpened blade kept close to hand

The young girl waits,
Her boyfriend gone for breakdown aid.
The car, still warm,
Lulls her toward sleep, unafraid.

He sees the car;
The Axeman takes a ragged breath.
The girl awakes;
Her fate is horror, pain and death

The poetry please!

today there is a burning fire within me
to perform a newer kind of poetry
this ignites the infallible minds of humanity
such a kind of poetry
where two lovers face one another
and
as one smiles
air-full of kisses fly

and

the crowds in great abandon....
hide behind a veil of time

no clouds are needed...
they all want an audience blind

so be it my way to say
stay
do read my works
once in a way....

In the silence
of this crystal night
shimmering,
entombed in light,
we'll tippy toe upon the stars

Moving in a universe
the tips of our fingers
write poems of stardust
as we shift
the mists of time
being graced in part,
a poets Valhalla

Fishing in the black holes
reeling the next dimension
through, meeting minds
from the center of the think
they ripple with the solar winds
ghosts of the eternal flame

....They all were born in sixty nine
at least that's when they came to life ...

The poet capturing the time
to hold it for the future young
in verse that didn't always rhyme
with words which soothed and often stung.

The singer taking poet's words
then unleashing music in the air
where it soared, where it rang
to be remembered by all there.

Also the thinker of new things
new ways to live and love and Be;
newly defining his generation
which tried so hard to become free.

with words we cursed
feigned laughter
then ducked

with words we whispered
touched lips
then fucked

with words we transgressed
improvised apologies
then smirked