Alone and Afraid, 1971

 There is a lot of talk about being lonely and scared.  Is it just talk?  Do people say, "It will never happen to me"?  It seems that people say they are strong, when they're not.  It can't be expounded on except to say, everyone wears a mask.  Some people were masks all the time; some just wear them around some people, but it is all the same.  People are alone and afraid.  They care about themselves.  Everyone is self-centered.
 Being alone comes in all sizes and shapes.  One can be alone mentally, spiritually, or physically or a combination of all three or any two.  It just isn't right to assume that nobody is ever alone.
 Being afraid is the only thing we can't overcome.  One can be alone and remedy that, but one can't stop being afraid.  Why?  Because everything around us, that we do not know--scares us.  This is called a phobia--being afraid of something.
 Some are alone and afraid.
 This is chronic.

Albert Frankenstein, 1971

Poor old Albert Frankenstein,
Why are you so sad?
Your mother says you're ugly,
Your father says you're bad,
But this is no reason to be sad,
Poor old Albert Frankenstein,
We love you.

Little Albert Frankenstein,
Why are you so blue?
You don't have any friends,
All your family don't know you,
Won't you give us a clue?
Don't you see we love you?

Poor old Albert Frankenstein,
Put that gun away,
Don't take your life we beg of you,
Don't put your name on a police file,
You don't have to do this,
What can we say?

We love you Albert Frankenstein,
Just because you're not the best in the world,
Just because your face is not grand,
Doesn't mean you must end it.

You say that you have nothing to live for,
But look at those people without anything,
No radios, T.V.'s, or movie screens,
No food, no clothes, no house to call their own,
But do you think they're mad at the world?
Do you think they're sad with themselves?
No---they're happy--yes they're happy,
Because they have a life to live,
They have LOVE to give,
So put the gun away poor old Albert Frankenstein,
And live that life that you have for good,
We love you Albert Frankenstein.

Air, 1974

If there is hope
Or if there's despair
At least you'll know
If there's magic in the air.

What is air?

Afraid, 1971

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Look Problems Paranoia Schizoid
CROWDS SCARE ME
Cruel Harsh Bad Worse Sick
Stare Laugh Chuckle Look

Cruel          Schizophrenia        Much
Righteous   Chuckle                 Energetic
Opium        Animals
Wrong        Raunchy
Dead           Eureka
Sick

If people are so afraid,
Why do people care,
         and why are they killers?

Acrostic

If the
Love
Of all the
Very
Entertaining people pleases
You, then
Only you will
Understand.

My Writings (Introduction)

I am starting a new series here of my writings.  It is not all of my writings.  I had to go through and edit out some stuff that I felt couldn't be published now.  However, this bunch will last quite a while.  I started writing in 1958 with a commercial for OK Cereal.  Yogi Bear was the spokesman for the cereal, and I wrote a commercial for him.  I was five years old.  My parents sent the commercial to the advertiser who responded saying that it was good, and to come back to them, when I turned 18.  Of course by then, there was no OK Cereal, and no advertiser, but my parents recognized my creativity.  I wrote my first poem in 1964.  It was called "People", and as it turned out, Herman's Hermits came out with a song a few months later called "Listen People", which was very close to my poem, but I was a kid and didn't know I could sue.  I started writing more seriously around 1969 and continued on and off throughout the rest of my life so far.  I have also written plays, short stories, articles, speeches, and even started a few novels.  I say "started", because they were never finished.  So, here we go.  I have to say, before we start, that you can read into things as you wish.  You may be insulted or perplexed as to what you read.  All I have to say is that you should consider these pieces as snapshots into my life.  I may have been serious, when I wrote something, and I may not believe now what I wrote then.  I dated a girl years ago who didn't like her picture taken.  She said it froze the moment, and she wanted to be more fluid.  I don't necessarily agree with that, but her logic was valid.  Taken out of context, some of these writings could be construed as bad or damaging.  However, I hope you will take them for what they are.  My mind at work.  However strange it is.
  Walter Durst, 2013