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Inhabit your life until it creaks, cracks open
Loudly ringing for a change – for transition

Hopefully, dutifully – inspirationally calling
Out to each and every reader passing by

In time words appear … “Beautiful poem.”
You reply: “Thanks for your kind words.”

A Comment On Comments


This writer is forever very grateful
To all those who spend their time
In suspending their precious time

To those who not only visit, read
But reflect, chew a while and share
Their own thoughts and feelings

For thus we may build community
In flagrant defiance of those others
Who fearfully wish but to destroy it

Gone Astray


Are we all not One
Black and white, male and female
Why betray Oneself?



Gentle is best
I’m sure I read that
Or maybe dreamt it
Who’s to say?

But if not
Then maybe t’is I
Should write it
Right here, right now
Gentle is best

And always

Lest We Forget


Mother Earth
Earth Mother
And all we
Her children


Fare Thee Well

Fare Thee Well

Freedom, Compassion
Stewardship, Community
The Dead still alive



Truckin’ – Got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin’ – like the doodah man
Together – more or less in line
Just keep truckin’ on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit – it’s all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas – got a soft machine
Houston – too close to New Orleans
New York – got the ways and means
But just won’t let you be

Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of True Love
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home
One of these days they know they gotta get goin’
Out of the door and down to the street all alone

Truckin’ – like the doodah man
Once told me you got to play your hand
Sometimes – the cards ain’t worth a dime
If you don’t lay ’em down

Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it’s been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn’t the same
Living on reds, vitamin C and cocaine
All a friend can say is “Ain’t it a shame”

Truckin’ — up to Buffalo
Been thinkin’ – You got to mellow slow
Takes time – You pick a place to go
And just keep truckin’ on

Sittin’ and starin’ out of the hotel window
Got a tip they’re gonna kick the door in again
I’d like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant I guess you’re gonna come in

Busted – down on Bourbon Street
Set up – like a bowling pin
Knocked down – It gets to wearin’ thin
They just won’t let you be

You’re sick of hangin’ around and you’d like to travel
You’re tired of travel, you wanna settle down
I guess they can’t revoke your soul for tryin’
Get out of the door, light out and look all around

Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it’s been

Truckin’ – I’m goin’ home
Whoa-oh baby, back where I belong
Back home – Sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin’ on



Woke up surrounded
Experimented with trust
Not a great success

Bit Part


Anonymous, unavowed
This unremarkable string
Fastened in place with pegs
To the harp’s framework
No specific name or title

Beyond the one designated
Conventionally to this one
Frequency of vibration
In one among various
Tonal systems – Pinned

The name, the tone, is true
Only if the string is stretched
To one unvarying degree
Not too tense, nor too slack
That one pure perfect note

Which, plucked over and over
Soon becomes monotonous
Quite void of all interest
A bore, dull and tedious
No wonder – Look at the word

Shush, they’re about to begin
The harp gives angelic voice
Our unremarked string sings
No longer a sole monotone
Key note in the heavenly choir



Is the culmination
Of dre am

As …nation
Is the culmination
Of culmi nation

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