NOTHINGNESS

I listen, but do not hear.
I have sight, but cannot see.
I talk, but am unheard.
I touch, but cannot feel.
I am free, but am a prisoner of my mind.
There is light, but walls of darkness surround me.
I am alive, but do not live.
I am alone in a world full of people.
I walk, but only in circles.
I call, but no one answers.
I am human, but am treated like an animal.
I smile, but feel tears in my heart.
I seek love, but find only hate.
I write letters that no one ever receives;
I write poems that are never read;
I write songs which are never sung.
I reach out, but find no help.
I cry tears that are never felt.
I find happiness in dreams only.
I fight a lost battle that never was.
When I have the will I find not the way.
When I find the way all will has escaped.
I still write although it will remain unread.
I write in the hope that, someday, someway,
..........the blind, will see, the lame
..........will walk, the deaf will hear,
..........the dumb will speak, and the
..........innocent shall be set free.

LIVING

Am I living? or am I just alive? I breath; I eat, I sleep, I wake. I'm not dead; am I? I don't know. Is breathing living? or is it just life? And sleeping or waking? what is it? Isn't it just habit? You have to have these for mere life. But what is living? Living is Loving; is it not? I am living when I'm with you, Love. Not just breathing but more, much more, When I hear you, or see you, or even just think about you; THAT'S LIVING! When you’re gone, I'm gone also. You are my breath, my heartbeat, my everything.

I'm thinking of you now,

I'M LIVING!

Love

REJOICING

Flowers on a hillside
Misty morning dew,
Waking with a happy heart
Rejoicing over you.

Your love makes the flowers grow
And diamonds of the dew,
It makes me wake with a happy heart,
Rejoicing over you.

Without you the fields are bare
The dew falls like crashing rain,
My heart is a lonely place,
Filled with untold pain.

You have come to me my Love,
You've made the fields fill again,
Again the dew forms silently
Upon my window pane.

Let us walk through the flowers,
And collect diamonds in the dew,
And I'll wake with happy heart,
Rejoicing over you.

Two Men

Assignment done for Business Machines class in High School, circa 1972. Poem by “Anonymous”.
(Ditto machine: Do you remember the ditto machine? The copies from this had that "smell" that everyone remembers.)

OSIFER (Officer)

Written in the early '70s.

Osifer, Osifer, give me a fix
Send me right down that river of Styx,
Osifer, Osifer, don't take me away,
'Cause once I get there
I won't want to stay.

Have pity on me, on my soul I pray;
Just give me a cot for my bod' to lay.

My mind has blown out
My life is dead,
I'm just a run-of-the-mill little acid-head,

So,
Osifer, Osifer give me a fix
Send me right down
That river of Styx.

COUNTRY

It’s winter in the country
The winds are blowing cold,
I’m sitting in my lonely room
With no one here to hold.

It’s evening in the country
The skies are growing black,
I’m waiting, quietly wondering,
When you’re coming back.

It’s quiet in the country
You’re in my every thought,
How we’ve loved, laughed and played
And even how we’ve fought.

I’m happy in the country
With you I want to be,
To share with you the happiness
That is inside of me.