Poem List:

1.
The Play

2.
Spirit Night

3.
Games

4.
Division

5.
Be A Fool In A Fool's Paradise

6.
Lost

7.
Being in Daze

8.
Another Day

9.
The Chosen Few

10.
Man What The Hell Is It All About

11.
Big City

12.
Sausalito

13.
The Falling, Failing Human Race

14.
A Baby Cries

15.
The Days Have Passed

16.
Love

17.
Love Is

18.
Santa Cruz

19.
Crystal

20.
The Master Of The Congo

21.
Mountains

22.
Just The Two Of Us


THE PLAY

As the play just begins,
So am I caught within.
Is there any way out?
When will the real reality begin?
Is it far away?
Or is it near?
Can I touch it,
Or is it just a dream?


SPIRIT NIGHT

It's getting kind of trippy
And even a little nippy
In the light of spirit night.
I can feel them here, all around,
while sensations in the clearness of the night,
without sight,
Only insight.
Wisdom, the power and the freedom
Is everywhere for you to take and then let go.
To give and then to receive,
Is the Karma to me.


GAMES

Each one being a frame only to view,
To get some clue to know where people
are coming from.
Is this Rome? Everyone trying to get
on the throne.
Dashing, flashing, smashing, crushing,
whipping, flipping.
Snorting some cocaine while behind
the door.
Just to play another game or make
another score.
Materialism part of the blame, isn't
it a shame?


DIVISION

Division. It needs so much supervision. It's
being lost in a crowd of confusion.
And working it out is the reason for being here.
Hear! What do you think it is?
Division is negativism, separatism.
We must get ourselves together in prayer for
one another, in spite of each other.
It's the only way, it's the only way to be free
selflessly. It is more than self yet not less
than thee.
It's everything worth being. It's everything
worth being.
So be yourself, as heavenly angels above come to
respect our love.


BE A FOOL IN A FOOL'S PARADISE

Living in a fool's paradise.
Total illusion, always confusion,
where there is no fusion,
Got to be lost.
Emotional junky, got to be funky.
Believing in man, got to be a fan.
Just a fool, another tool for
someone to play with when they are
bored.
Are you a fool, just a tool?
Leaving your destiny to another
fool in a fool's paradise.


LOST

It really costs to be lost.
It's a state of not knowing,
Not being in touch with one's self.
It's losing--it's boozing.
It's contradiction--it's restriction.
Don't be a fool,
A tool
For someone to play with.


BEING IN A DAZE

It's a maze, puts me in a daze.
What is it, what they call love down here,
More confusion? Another illusion?
Freak in, freak out--there doesn't seem to
be a freaking thing.
Programmed in, programmed out--can't pick up
the signal; there's always a doubt.
Can't run, can't stay. Just got me
caught in the maze.
Fly away, fly today, to another
place that has no haze.


ANOTHER DAY

The day began
I felt as if I were in a jam.
Why do I let that negative energy
bring me in its hands
Makes me feel just like a clam.
It jams me up, it jams me down
It just won't let me get around.
What am I here for?
Just another prayer for my sanity?
It's putting another crinkle in my mind.
It's really not too fine when I can't
think or make another rhyme.
It doesn't know what it is doing here
Just causing confusion and lots of fear.
The negative energy here.


THE CHOSEN FEW

The night was long, the magic strong.
I kept moving through it.
I began to smile that I knew I was one of
the chosen few. It was working through me.
Oh, dear Father above, watch over your children
for they do not know you.
For they do not know themselves.
For you always let the light come through,
for you are the light and I am but a glitter of
that light when I am with you.
Let them know they can be it too.
It's you, the all encompassing, the real reality,
the only reality, your love wherever it comes through.


MAN WHAT THE HELL IS IT ALL ABOUT?

Corruptness, abruptness, blinding,
finding illusion.
Dissolution, betrayers, losers, boozers, nonsense.
Portrayers so dense, all caught up
in the lack of sense.
Murderers, scoundrels, burial plot founders.
Freak in, freak out, what the hell
is it all about?
Sanity I have no more;
Might as well just slam that door,
Leaving behind humanity's door.
Time to get out for a brighter day,
Leave behind all that prey.
Freak in, freak out, what the hell
is it all about?


BIG CITY

As I hear the rattle of
the outdated automobiles and
hear the sirens blasting in the
streets I think of mankind's
imbalance to all things, hearts
stopping, babies born, not much
realized in between, except just maybe
a rooming house somewhere
with people in it in despair,
full of cockroaches, ants running
everywhere; or a mansion
up on a hill, filled with
people, all lost
souls. A Cadillac limousine,
a Mercedes Benz, a flat
tire, a baseball cap on
the side of the road, a
TV in the trash, a typewriter-
IBM, a lost child,
a drunken feather, a
mousetrap, a booby hatch,
a gun, a bomb to destroy
a city a planet with
nothing on it, except a
beer can, a baby's shoe
and vultures flying high;
nothing left but despair.


SAUSALITO

As I sit atop the top of the sea I see
the horizon looking out
at the city of cement,
realizing very little
happening in the benefit
of mankind or any kind
for that matter. Mankind
wasting away, lost in his
own confusion of itself,
yet has the power of God
to create a new life
state on the planet. Oh
supreme one oh supreme
when will they realize
themselves in the scheme of things.
When will heaven
arrive for so many
lost souls, minds in
confusion, illusion, self
destruction, Self, Self, Self,
Help, Help, Helpself, blind
eyes, lost feelings.


THE FALLING, FAILING HUMAN RACE

And for those few who
really knew. Chanting
sounds from far away,
another savior came to
save, in the distance there
were more calls, and for
those who never heard
those calls, the falling,
failing human race, they
never really knew their
real place.


A BABY CRIES

As I walk along the
paved cement in all
the boundaries of humanity,
a baby cries, a car pushes
its pollution onto the
side of the road. People
eating their lunch in and out side
the sandwich shops and
cafes, music blasting,
bicycle wheels grinding,
automobile engines moaning,
the clicking of leather heels,
souls wearing down, minds
twisted of their way of life here. A hippie, a
cripple, a heart, a soul,
a newborn that doesn't
know that his
mother and father
are part of the show.


THE DAYS HAVE PASSED

Thinking of you,
what a shame
The illusion in things.
When will we live a real reality
Instead of fantasies in our minds?
How long will it be before
we realize true love
Instead of darkness blocking the dawn?
Is love in material things?
Or is it a liberation that sings out to thee?
Love is the magical binding force,
That binds you and me.


LOVE

We just need love
It takes all of us
You and me and the father three
The Creator of all reality.
He doesn't go up
He doesn't go down
He just stays centered and
moves all around.
Blessing you and blessing me.
If we do the same it would be
a perfect reality.


LOVE IS

Who cares about diamonds and gold?
It's not more powerful than what I hold.
Love is the binding force.
You can't buy it,
You can't find it.
It's just got to be.
Love is in my heart always for thee.
It's love that makes us free.


SANTA CRUZ

Driving down Highway One,
Back to Sun City,
Where everything is mighty pretty.
Santa Cruz.
Ladies fine, babies cry, ocean, sea breeze,
All is mine.
Sun City.
Mountains high, airplanes fly, ocean wide.
Santa Cruz.
Oh, be mine,
For the days are fine.
Santa Cruz.


CRYSTAL

Crystal Clear,
Waiting patiently to be near someone she loves,
She has no fear.
Only to be near,
Crystal Clear.


THE MASTER OF THE CONGO

The art of the African ritual dances
Surpasses most types of dancing I've ever seen,
So connected to the spirit and soul.
The music is about the same as the heartbeat,
Going faster or slower,
As the drum controls the sound they want,
While thrusting unusual sounds in the atmosphere,
The dancing,
It's much the same.
Students of African dance
Are very excited and enthusiastic about it.
With hands moving
To hear the unbelievable sounds coming from
The master drummers on the Congo.
Sounds like thunder coming through a tunnel,
Excitement in the students,
African of spirit, from soul.


MOUNTAINS

Mountains are like fountains of freshness so near.
Mountains are solid and strong, it appears.
Qualities of clarities you won't find elsewhere.
Peace and harmony always out there.
Magical sensations flying in the air.
Crispness and clearness are everywhere.
High up on a mountain top viewing everywhere.
Now I know what a mountain means.
It's highness everywhere.


JUST THE TWO OF US

Just the two of us running in the snow.
Just the two of us with no place to go.
Flying high above the clouds,
The cosmic world all around.
Catching a star as it shoots,
Wondering if it will ever end.
That's just the two of us when moments pass by.
Growing up and growing out,
That's both of us on that route.
Growing old and out of sight.
It's just the two of us; isn't that right?

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