The Creation with God, 1974

I see my hands
rushing through the
clouds called Earth.

I feel my breath
causing the winds
to blow in all directions.

I hear my voice
speak through the
mouths of the animals.

But I do not touch
what I have made for
fear it will crumble.

Crayton, 1976

 Today is a Black Day in the hearts of many people.  It was announced today that Crayton Elementary School would be closed, due to racial unbalances in the city.  Sure, there were jokes made about Crayton Elementary Public Penitentiary, but memories are more than jokes.  I spent my first six years there at Crayton.  Grades 1-6.  Many people that I grew to know went there, too.  Some people that I grew to love went to Crayton.  The memories are too many to recount here, but I will tell a memory from each grade.
 The First Grade--Mrs. Lanier--find out that murder and suicide were two different things.
 The Second Grade--Miss Barrett--the crayon-presidents' book trade.
 The Third Grade--Mrs. Southern--eating Frosted Flakes in class.
 The Fourth Grade--Mrs. McCuen--"O Ye Jigs and Juleps"
 The Fifth Grade--Mrs. Kirk--poetry recital
 The Sixth Grade--Mrs. Ellsworth--the pre-Watergate Watergate controversy.
 Memories are many.  People revolve around each other.  Destinies are shaped.  Tears are wept.  Questions are asked.  Why?  Why has it come to this?  Why?

Crashed

You let me down when you said goodbye,
I couldn't speak to ask you why,
All I could think was I would die,
'Cause you were gone and now I cry.

I've crashed my heart into a wall,
I watch the phone, but you won't call,
Why have you done this to me,
Now, I've crashed and you don't see.

The times we had were really good,
I thought at least you had understood,
About my love and wanting you,
And how I thought you'd want me too.

I'm crashed and no one's there,
I really thought that you cared,
But what I feel is you're not fair,
We really made a great pair.

So now you walked out the door,
I really wish you loved me more,
But now I see I can't have you,
And I don't know what I will do.

I've crashed my life for all to see,
All you said was you had to be free,
I guess it's true that you're gone,
But I wish you won't be away too long.

I'm Crashed.

Couplets

War is wrong,
 Peace is impossible.

Hate is bad,
 Love is unreachable.

Time is now,
 The future is never.

People don't realize
 that life can't be touched.

Touch is awareness,
 of someone else.

A hermit finds no
 touch, just people.

How can he be
 a hermit?

Anybody is a hermit,
 who can't touch.

Try to find the
 impossible and reach out.

Could it Be, 1971

Could it be that we're together?
Could it be?
Could it be that we can see?
Could it be?
Could it be that we're leaving
Or just could be losing out?
Could it be that life's a hazard or a ball?
Could it be?

Could it be that time is over?
Could it be?
Could it be that people care?
Could it be?
Could it be that we can make a life that's worthwhile?
Could it be that we know all the answers?
It could be--it could be,
Could it be that we're in trouble?
Could it be?
It could be.

Continued To Be, 1975

 The tide of turned was boomed and bammed but mostly burst in the hide of heaven.  The boy cried wolf but no one heard the sight and sound of freedom.  The party lasted until two or three or passed out long before.  They wished the sky happened before instead of now as was predicted.  And we sent cards and letters.  And Christmas came again.  And babies cried.  And old ladies puttered around the house.  And we asked for a raise.  Bam.

Contemplation

Well, here we are,
And the question is Why?

Why has life been exploding?
Why do I want to stop living?
Even if the beautiful things
Won't exist after death.

The beautiful things like trees,
Maybe the greenest grass,
Sometimes even the chirping of birds,
So missing would be much.

If I were to stop living,
How would it be done?
Knife, gun, poison,
A car, a pillow, or something else,
But that wouldn't satisfy me.

No matter what I do,
I know that my mind
Will not be relieved from
Its burden that it bears.

So, I try to keep living and
trying to survive a little longer,
but death is here.