Another Poem About Love

Love, oh special fleeting sense,
Emotion of the heart, feeling from the soul
Take hold of my heart, liberate my soul.
Give me purpose through joyous  bliss.

Love, purist rapture of senses,
Permeate forever and shine from my being,
Fulfill my dreams that I awake tomorrow
Complete and whole, without defenses.

Love, vague memory of innocence,
Free us from our shackling chains of fear,
Incite our world with your purpose so pure.
Brothers and sisters!  Embrace His subtle influence!


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(c) 7-20-83

Castaway

Cast me off these land loving feet.
Send me a ship to set my soul free.
Call me to the ocean, set sail on open sea.
I'll mind the tiller, you tend the sheets.

Plot us a course to an island we name,
With quiet beaches to spend our days.
See our children play the most marvelous games
And grow up wise in wonder of kinder ways. 

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6-24-83 / 3-11-13

NOW

Today's the day,
    the time is now,
no worries or fears,
    or questions of how.
Do it for better,
    do it for worse.
do it forever,
    it can be diverse.
You got to do whatever
    you're going to have to do.

There's no tomorrows,
    no yesterdays.
It happens right now
    within you today.
You're who you are,
    you must decide,
where you are at,
    and who's on your side.
You got to be whoever
   you really want to be.

There's so much here,
    a universe!
And nothing to fear,
    nothing's adverse.
You're your only 
    source of action.
You're your only 
    satisfaction!
Go!  Be everything,
    everything you can be!


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10-7-82

Third Date

We laugh in the park under oak trees
Squirrels play above in branches with glee.
Spring freshness, your eyes, balmy air,
breeze blows, sunshine sparking in your hair.

Holding hands along the boardwalk.
Sunset over sailboats tied to docks.
feeding the gulls.  It's been a nice day
to share as dusk's fingers slip away.

Dancing close and drinks together,
dinner in a secluded corner.
Out of mind, gazing eyes search
to find the thread between our hearts.

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3-25-82

US History II (WASP)//

Persecuted. Left homes in search of fields.

Self righteously slaughtered the red man.

Sowed the soil with the black mans blood.

Joined a continent on the yellow mans back, 
and created a brown man to harvest crops.

Our white glory stumbled upon innocence,

ripped away its defenseless maidenhead,
claimed it, raped it, and sang “We the people”

in order to form a more perfect union”

will dominate the world for national interest.

In God we trust:  so let's begin
to sin for forgiveness.

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12-19-82

Scantron eight-eight-two Blues

I got the Scantron
  eight-eight-two blues.
Knowin' nothin' 
   that I'm gunna 
      gotta do.

Ain't got a number two pencil,
   or my scratch paper yet,
Books are in my locker
   and I don't know shit.

If you go to school,
   you gotta pay your dues- 
The Scantron eight-eight-two blues!


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 9-14-76