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No more love to share, no more joy and care,
You’re leaving soon, taking my heart with you,
Taking hopes, delight, all that’s ever been mine,
You're bent for the future, I‘m staying behind.

I’ll be left with myself, I’ll be done, I’ll be lost,
There’s time not enough to amend for the loss,
I’ll be left without hopes, without dreams of my own,
I’ll be left with my longings, I’ll be staying alone.

You’re taking my love, you’re taking my heart,
You’re taking my future, you’re taking my life,
You’re leaving me here with my cares and strife,
You’re leaving to thrive, I’m staying to cry.

I have nothing to give, I’m deprived of my hopes,
I’m alone with my fears, I am here, I’m lost,
With my soul that is empty and life in a mess,
I have nothing to count on, no future to face.

You’re leaving, I’m staying, I won’t ask you: “Stay”,
You must go, I must stay, there's no other way,
We must part, live apart, sending short message notes,
“I am glad...,” “I am fine,” nothing else, that’s the end.

Wish you joy where you go, do not send me a line,
It is better this way, this I think will be fine,
It is better than death, but it’s stab in the back,
I’m defeated, alone, I am back to my self.

DIVINE ROARS OF THIS SPECIAL BREED; ARE FOREVER, INSTILLED, IN MEN OF GREED! THE MIGHTY DRAGON, FOREVER SOARS; WITHIN, THE WRETCHED MINDS, OF HOMELESS WHORES! BE NOT QUICK TO JUDGE, WHEN YOU, NO NOT THE FACTS; FOR WITHIN YOU LIES THE TRUTH, SO JUST RELAX! DRAGONS STILL SOAR TODAY; THE IMMORTAL PUFF, AND HIS FRIEND JACKY, WILL FOREVER, LIVE AS ONE, I PRAY!

We walk the valley of our mind
Into nooks and crannies, find
Forgotten dreams, once lost
Remember pain, at human cost

Still our search, with hope
Illusive at times, we cope
Each emotion, giving joy
Grasp the moment, not act coy

Special times, shared by two
Held in hearts, right on cue
Burst to life, when times right
Bringing smiles, to eyes light

None can fake that loving look
Exchanged by two, the action took
Inner feelings, explode to life
Love confirmed, without a price.....

im looking through a window
made of silk and coloured stone
my memory is hazy
am i actually alone?

i cannot turn my head
my gaze is fixed outside
lost in strange wonders
of a plastic countryside

i can hear a bluebird trilling
its sweet vicous brutal song
theres a spider spining wispers
telling me i must be strong

theres a house thats made of faces
and another made of hands
a path that leads between them
shifting multicoloured sands

theres a dragon on a hillside
and a maple tree in bloom
and their both standing steady
somehow honest in the gloom

with shadows playing freely
on the ground and in the air
and even in their darkness
they sing a symphony so fair

its all distraction really
all this dreaming memory
it may hold my attention
with its broken old story

yet soon the window closes
the silk it rips and falls
the stone it shifts and melts
and its empty in these halls

I hurt your feelings the other day
With words I felt I had to say.
They weren't intended to be hurtful or mean
But sometimes what's evident cannot be seen.
At times we hid behind an invisable mask
Because of what happened to us in the past.
It's like an old adage in which I believe
You can't see the forest because of the trees.
To reflect on the past in numerous ways
We wove them into the games that we often played.
Some of us never face to the truth
We throw up our hands and say,"Oh what's the use".
'tis then that our lives become only a sham
And we need to have a change in our plans.
You're a good person down deep in your soul -
Face reality -
let that be your goal.

Oh yeah, when I was your age ice cream only cost a penny.
You could see a movie, have an eight ounce glass bottle of pop,
a popcorn, a candy bar, and another candy for a nickel.
We didn't have television.
All we had was a radio we listened to for 10 minutes a day
because batteries were expensive.
You worked from sunup to sundown and slept when it got dark.
The only day we had off was on Sunday to go to church and play games.

Deep waters hiding a mystery from long ago;
the remains of a mostly intact aircraft
upside down on the ocean floor with a green glow.

The craft identified as a WWII-era Curtiss Helldiver SB2C
and is now available for all to see...

Quiet moments, so few and far between,
Appear stealthily, taunting, teasing, begging.

I yearn so often for that peace and solitude,
Surprises me when it answers.

The things I plan for those moments,
Fall by the wayside tonight.

I want the quiet contemplation that soothes,
My hurts, my needs, my desires.

The feelings that were jumbled, pent up inside of me,
Are released into the universe, hundreds of tears.

The peaceful quiet moment is shattered by a sound,
So faint, I know must have imagined it.

Yet now, I feel my restlessness soothed,
I wonder, was that voice, you?

He sits in comfort of the wide window,
Trees, traffic, people, buisiness.
A driver he,
On this journey,
He sits back in the reclining seat.
Wanting to read his news paper,
But the distraction of views wins his favour.
White hair, fresh mind,
Thinking!.
Thinking of her thats waiting.
Waiting at the other end.
She that makes him ,
The very blue eyed soul he is.
And I,
The observer,
Of his bus journey.


For Andy.

25/8/13.

Whatever happened to the good old days
When Hippies danced, and children played
Smelled the flowers in the morning light
Lived and loved all through the night

Where is the music, songs, the free
They bound us tight in security
No more singing, no more dance
We never really had a chance

What happened to that Hippie Glow?
Her hair that blew like driven snow
Snuffed out by church & religious creed
By hypocrites, who judge not free

Who are these people of today?
It’s not the children who once played
But Hip Hop, Rap, Debauchery
Why can’t you leave this Hippie be

I loved those days, those days of old
Of peace and love and stories told
For as a Hippie I was Free
I’ll still be one at 93!