A Cushioned Fall 1973

    Mouths of golden words
    The throat of our creation;
    Before us here and now;
    Supreme allowed oblation;
    Resounding consternation
    Unheard of, yes,
    But not unknown,
    Suffering along with all;
    Still it has a thrust,
    As gravity depicts
    Itself as pull;
    He who dreamt a dream Will
    turn his back to follow;
    Even most sagacious do that;
    The lowly pass a sob;
    Those who wish more
    Than but to fall;
    Those who shall cut
    His feet but all;
    Oh, how good helps
    Cushion the fall.


    A Thirst for Divinity 12-1973

    Pens have tortured our ancestors
    As scribes,
    Reluctant to read over and over
    What is written only once,
    Saddened by losses,
    Depraved by the cost,
    Finger through the pages
    Looking for,
    Alighting on
    An awakening.
    Gift of goddess
    Ere left sky born;
    Who reigns ourselves
    But God,
    Found only in eternity
    Wherein lie all dreams;
    All green grass homes;
    All empty tombs.
    Grafted soul-to-soul
    This clasping truth.


    Age of Reason & Treason 10-29-73

    If a man's lifetime Is
    to be preserved,
    Contain consistency
    Then it will be so only
    Under shadows of incredible proportions;
    Whole lifetimes lost
    In one decision;
    One decision based on faith in one person;
    That person not even themselves know;
    One truth pushed aside and
    Man is unable to rebound.
    It will be a moment most deserving
    Of loyalty;
    Of frailty;
    Of strength and character abandoned;
    The age of reason squashed
    By man's own ignorance of himself.
    A man of mind and thought
    Has a hard road indeed
    For which there is no out;
    There is no out.
    A spark of life is worth preserving
    Through ages of struggle;
    We, old friend and fiend,
    Shall meet many times.


    Awaiting the Endless Spark 12-18-73

    On the threshold of a dream;
    A dream uncalculated;
    Centuries of hibernation;
    Throngs of angry mobs;
    A stairway for all people
    Where time will last again;
    Where purely captured essence
    Once again gives birth.
    We are but children,
    Existing in a moment;
    A child's life soon is passed.
    Do not fret;
    Do not cringe;
    Rather, bring forth your favorite heart
    To conquer all the world;
    Head be patient;
    Forever dwell
    Awaiting the endless spark.


    Being With You 1973

    Each moment
    Grows longer, stronger;
    More meaningful
    As each passing second ticks
    A harmonious one, are we two;
    You, a soul, whose interest is always true;
    Totally genuine your quest,
    All lesser souls are but a guest.
    I came to you from the inside;
    From top to toe
    Ready to join and grow; and
    Now we're off and gone;
    A world awaits this glow; and
    The good Lord wants to show;
    The essence is found in your beauty, in your soul; I've
    watched you dance across my dark deserted plain
    Searching, often, in vain
    For even just a meager drop of rain;
    Alas, we two, so perfectly ready,
    We must start fulfilling each other's dreams
    With syncopated minds and hearts and schemes.
    You never really fooled me
    Although you left me oft
    Doubting if a mortal man such as I
    Could reach your highest loft.


    Beside Me Stand 1972

    Stylish art of heaven's scheme
    With vows of withered winds;
    Summered nights, and
    Wintered days
    Are past;
    Like the blast
    Of the witches brew,
    Most all ensue;
    A review of mortal's climb
    Allows us to align
    Onlyness and holyness
    Therein is received.
    So much to be be done
    Of this, my life;
    With you, within you;
    Your life, too, a part,
    To be a part of mine.
    An insipid existence gone;
    Where I go, you flame the candle;
    Beside me, inside, the petals blossom;
    Indescribable depth and breadth And
    train of colors
    For you by me; and me by you;
    Beside me stand.


    Can I? 1971

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