The Awful Experience, 1970

I saw something today that I'll never forget,
The incident that I'll always regret,
It was one of the worst things I've ever seen,
The accident was rough and mean.

The thing that happened was a wreck,
I hope the woman doesn't have a whiplashed neck,
A big car rammed into a little car,
And it knocked the car door ajar.

The window in the car crumbled and broke,
This wreck was no joke,
The woman in the car was hurt very bad,
This made the other driver very sad.

I hope and pray,
That the woman is okay,
She has glass in her face,
From that fateful place.

They towed the car away,
The other driver will have to pay
For the damages that were done,
But the damages to the other were none.

What happened here was a running of a light,
It may take away the woman's sight,
Why can't people, just take care?
Instead of taking that dare.

Awareness

Ride, ride ride along
With nowhere to go
It doesn't matter where
You go unless you quit.

Pull, push, upsetting ideas,
And where will it end
My friend?

A Song

In the light of morning sun
we see the birth of strangeness fly
and we can see a bird.

Flying high over the trees
He soars among the clouds
and sky of blue.

We can see people singing,
laughing at the light of day
and we are friends of all.

After we see the little stream
and green bushes all around,
We will know that we live
and peace is abounding.

Now we come to the mountains
laughing, running, and singing a tune,
While we see the cameras pop, we
see the wonderful valley green
and we're home again.

Now and then we'll live on the sun of life,
People will see that we live,
At our paradise.

Anti-War, 1971

All is a question,
Why are we here?
If we could find out,
Then toast it with beer.

If the beer is gone,
And you can't find a drink,
Then get to your cars,
And follow the stars.

All can be answered,
Without anyone to guide,
If you find yourself without love,
Then go kill yourself a dove.

Another Look at my Poetry at the Present Time, 1974

 In the last report on my poetry, I talked about loneliness and a feeling of thinking about death.  One thing that I thought that I should talk about is another aspect of poetry that I have developed--SAS.
 SAS stands for Serious Anti-Symbolism.  This idea means that the words, that I use in my poetry, usually do not have any great, symbolic meaning.  Many times, people try to read into someone's poetry, just to satisfy their own desires.  My poetry is usually straight-forward with no underlying meanings.  Recently, the titles of my poems have been greatly symbolic, so keep that in mind.  But, if I say something about Death, then I mean Death and not some far-out philosophy.
 I talk in riddles, many times, so much of what I write may seem symbolic, but it's not.  Perhaps, the reader needs to know something about me to understand my poems.  You'll have to decide.

Angels/Love

1.  Look at Him.

2.  Everybody's so quiet.

1.  I heard a shepherd say that the voice in the light was an angel.

2.  An angel from God?

1.  Yes, and the angel said not to be afraid.

2.  I'm not afraid...much.

1.  And this baby was God's son...And He was going to be our savior.  (pause)

2.  Look at Him.  (Feels the love)  And is that is mother?

1.  Yes, that's Mary with her husband Joseph.

2.  You can see the love in their eyes.

1.  Yes, Love is everywhere.

2.  Christ Has Come!

1.  And now you know that God loves us.

Untitled, 1974

I

And the reason is unclear why I
would switch fingers through the
years or maybe it's just my nature.
At first, two fingers meant peace,
and then, one finger meant Love,
and then, no fingers--clinched in a fist
meant power, but now there is one
finger placed in the middle that
means contempt.  And you said,
"You want to love but your heart
is filled with hate".

II

And the reason is unclear why I
would be lonely but I am.  I fantasize
loves and life to where I don't
know what is real and what is not.
There is no love in my life because no
one will love me, but my love continues
to exist.  Once it reached out and
caught someone but she flew away.
And two years of loneliness has resulted.

III

And Homecoming, 1974 was a
prime example of unhappiness.
People with People; Persons
with Persons; and me with
me.  A concert and people
together.  People getting drunk.
A big barbecue and people eating
together.  People getting drunk. A
football game and people getting
excited together.  People getting drunk.
A dance that night and people being
together.  People getting drunk.  And
I watched T. V.

IV

And maybe it's a lack of courage.
And maybe it's a mass of inferiority.
Whatever it is, I die each day
without Love or my Love, whoever it
is.  Maybe it's me.  Don't take
pity.  Let me be, but PLEASE someone
ask me what is wrong, because I
must tell someone, or I'll revert back to 1969.