Rebel

 I'm a typical rebel.  I rebel against my kids by telling them not to smoke, but I do.  I rebel against my wife by telling her that I love her, but I don't.  All together, I'm a pretty sorry guy, and loving it.

Psychoanalytic Note, 1977

 What has happened to the Communist sympathizer of the early 1970's?  He used to be able to say that he would go to jail for peace.  He fought for the rights of his fellow man.  He set up a group of people to support human rights.  That group flourished for about six years, under two different names.  He took criticism from other people, who called him every derogatory name in the book.  He was investigated by his government for wrong doings.  He tried to get into intelligence work, but they thought he had a too subversive past to be in government work.  He was shunned by his peers for being too radical.  He was called by some fundamental Christians as being atheistic.  He was called by other people as a do-gooder.  He didn't understand why they treated him badly, when he was trying to do good.
 Now, he's concerned with himself.  His heart is cold.  He doesn't care very much for others.  Murders and other violent acts do not affect his sense of values.  His idea of human rights is what is right for him.  All forms of idealism has gone to schizophrenic realism.  He doesn't feel, see, or hear.  He only exists.  He could care, but life has made him apathetic.  And so it goes...

Psycho, 1973

If it weren't for happiness,
I would be on the ground,
And the world would stop
In touch with reality.


My vision of oneness
Has thrown itself down,
My life is not of one,
But several parts of fun.


Oh why, why must
My life be this way?
All dreams, all visions,
All fantasies in my mind.


Oh where is my life?
And where is my hope?
And where is my truth?
I left it with love.

Protest, 1974

And we fight the life
 that we see the sights
  and we fight for peace
   and die anyway.


Why not?

A Proposal in the Mail, 1979

I don't know where I'm going,
I don't know where I've been,
I don't know if I'll get there,
Or how or why or not.


But I know that I'm here,
And I know you're there,
And I know we're not together,
And probably never will be.


I don't know what I've done,
I don't know what I'll do,
But I know that I love you,
And I wish you were here.

A Profile of Myself as Related to Now, 1973

Born--New Orleans, La.  June 17, 1953
Lived in New Orleans until November, 1958
Moved to Columbia, S. C.--1958
Educated in Public Schools
Attended Anderson College
Member of Delta Psi Omega, Who's Who in American Jr. Colleges, Denmark
Society, Drama Award--1972, many other things
Attends Presbyterian College
Neurotic
Psychotic
Sick
Peace.

Problem & Solution, 1973

Where oh where did my little cow go,
Oh where oh where could she be,
She left this morning and so,
We won't have any milk, you see?


Happiness only comes in life,
So kill a cow
              now,
And call your neighborhood farmer by
Answering the Lost and Found department.