a womans face

a womans face was all it took
to launch this bold crusade

up till then i did my job
i thought i had it made

then i saw her standing there
my heart went all a flutter

but all i got was empty arms
next i found the gutter

self-pity took me to its breast
i fed with such delight

it seemed to me that i'd been wronged
i fed with such delight

in time i learned and now i'm free
or maybe on parole

those want things sure do drag you down
they always hurt the soul

wanting love

love is not about getting what you want

that's just a silly idea


love is a being situation with your self

disapprove

to disapprove

is to reject life

which leads to

no way to live

blending

if you are too far away

you won't be able to blend


if you are too close

you won't be able to blend

wanting

wanting me


if your wanting me

your a saying i'm not here

which actually means


i am not being

what you want me to be


which is a lot different

from accepting me for who

and what i am

learning

true learning

cannot be taught


we all have to find

our own way


awareness is not

a product of thought

the life i lived

the life i lived in the late 50's and early 60's

is against the law in our time

security

there is no security

someone just made that crap up

Education and the Significance of Life

a little book by J. Krishnaturti

which i consider a major contribution  to our little world

sometime

sometime

the only way to find home

is to lose your way

8 and ten

eight and ten

probably the only real numbers

a private party

how can private be a party


that would be a closed celebration

and closed is no reason for celebration

if your me

want and me

if you are wanting me

your just pushing me away


wanting me is far different

than accepting me

and just  another way of rejecting me


cause if you were accepting me

you would not experience wanting me

approval and disapproval

a pretty serious affliction

nine

a really complicated three

truth

for our self

probably the greatest gift of all

lying to ones self

probably the greatest crime of all

if your me

punish the monkey

let the organ grinder go


mr. knopler tells it like it is


let it all go

those we call animals

those we call animals

are people to me


they are just different

than we human types


and are often treated poorly

as so few of us respect them


wild just means free to me

untamed and untrained

a woman face

a woman face was all it took
to launch this bold crusade

up till then i did my job
i thought i had it made

then i saw her standing there
my heart went all a'flutter

but all i got was empty arms
next i found the gutter

self-pity took me to its breast
i fed with such delight

it seems to me that i'd been wronged
this brought me some respite

in time i learned and now i'm free
or maybe on parole

those want things sure do drag you down
they always hurt the soul

once before

once before the trust was broken
when the truth was freely spoken
men were free and knew lifes way
life was not some game to play

now our heads are hollow vases
stupid looks on all our faces
respect for life not to be found
pride in self does so abound

selfish ways will be our doom
for love of life we have no room
truth could yet redeem our lives
yet greed so far is all that thrives

kindness is what most have lost
frustration rules at such a cost
a selfish heart can not see clearly
and love's the gift we need so dearly

there was a time

there was a time i thought love dead
ghosts and goblins filled my head
life was very bleak and old
all the fires of youth grown cold

then one night as i lay sleeping
a vision to my soul came creeping
and a voice so soft and clear
began to speak inside my ear

you yourself cause all this pain
gloom and doom the fall like rain
it's your reactions drag you down
and twist your heart into a frown

judge not my son all that you see
you must leave that up to me
rejecting life is not the way
on others all the blame to lay

all are free  -  i made them so
it's not your place to judge this show
you think too much and that's not good
it fills the mind with old dead wood

why not give yourself a break
give truth a chance for heavens sake
an open heart and mind that's clear
will find that love is always near

it

perhaps the most dangerous word of all

you

i may have passed on your presentation

but have never passed on  you

can we be

can we be who we are

instead of who we think we are

or who we think we want to be


awareness is not a product of thought

if i'm not married

my secretary will be

my closest friend

old people

now i get to be that for awhile

with a silver haired girl

who seems to still like me

joan baez

been listening to an old album of hers

quite an experience

if your me


diamonds and dust

i've already paid


she and bob spoke to me


it ain't dark yet

but it's getting there


and the answer is blowing in the wind

our private life

the smallest part of our life


the desire for security

makes our life even smaller

with golden hair

with golden hair and eyes of green
such beauty i had never seen
yet from my gaze you quickly ran
i cannot look upon you man

for then i could not play this role
if i don't run you'll touch my soul
and wake me up from this deep sleep
i'll blush at first and then i'll weep

for it's hard to face the truth
that was abandoned in my youth
i fought well but they were many
of friendly faces  -  no not any

now it's safe  -  i do not feel
this final refuge you would steal
and bring me back again to life
take me for your loving wife

but that would bring the longing back
the freedom that my heart did lack
when i was young and tried to fight
the darkness here with my small light

but love died
now i fear it greatly
to live again  -
i have thought of it lately

god it scares me
love is defenseless
war is so senseless
the violence is so hard to bear

i stood once alone
and for a while shone
they beat that out of me
can't you see

i'm one of them now
please go away

please don't love me

don't make me remember
that final december
when i broke  -
and the pain went away

now i do what they say
no more price must i pay

i fought them
but finally lost

yes  -  my heart
is now dark

you awakened
some spark

but  -

damn you

you bastard

you reminded me of
who i once was

but she died

let her be

it hurts to feel


what a place to be

you're there  -
how can i not see

that's just not my way

i hear what you say
but death is not what i embrace

you're still so alive
tho you valiantly strive
to repress all that
you're meant to be

now you hate what i am
say you can't  -  but you can
i'll not die to make lies
be more easy

it was wrong from the start
you belong to your heart


damn

ideas

ideas are bubbles blown in the ocean

life is the ocean

what now lord

what now lord
i said to myself
i know you're there
as i sit on this shelf

i know not the way
don't yet hear your voice
here i sit all alone
without making a choice

spirit must move me
i'll not run in distress
i must stay open
try not to repress

truths of the heart
tho i think it sleeps
so i must be patient
as my heart leaps

the mission of life
is a code in us all
the only safe way
is be true to its call

a pisces moon

a pisces moon
did crown her head
and by the spirit
was she led

forever true to
life i am told
her heart was pure
and soul unsold

few knew her secrets
for little she spoke
but the touch of her hand
for me tears did evoke

her beauty and grace
were a blessing to all
and no one said no
if she happened to call

she seems so alone
and yet not the least sad
the spirit of life
was the gift that she had

i remember her smile
and know i always will
the love that we shared
still my heart does fill

what is love

what is love
at times i have wondered
we speak the word often
but mostly we've plundered

power is what
we most seek today
do what i tell you
get out of my way

i try to forgive
and treat others well
yet still i relapse
to respond  -  go to hell

it bothers me some
that we're being so mean
and beauty and grace
are so rarely seen

perhaps we're afraid
to have love for another
it's just not in fashion
to cherish your brother

mostly it seems
we just think of ourselves
i'm back where i started
not sure where love dwells

the land of the free

this is the land of the free

as long as you have money

greetings

greetings my friend
i've not seen in so long
tho here in my heart
you have never been gone

and i wish to say
in a personal way
just to have known you
does brighten my day

the love that you share
where ever you go
reminds all around you
that love is the show

that brings us together
with its own special gift
and it's the true healer
that mends every right

i might have forgotten
had i not met you
of all of the blessings
yours is most true

each must choose

each must in his own time choose
both how to win and how to loose
for all must learn in time you see
what is right for them to be

although the road is long and tight
and the forest filled with fright
there is but one way to live
with open heart that's free to give

blessings come for those who share
who hold back nothing  -  without care
for the gift of life is free
tho this is sometimes hard to see

for love is not held in the hand
and that which is is only sand
truth and love are both a part
of what's found only in the heart

only love can heal this land
and redeem this weary band
for you get what you do give
open up your heart to live

the soul cries

the soul cries out from stoic faces
all bound up in plans and chases
seeking more and getting less
in every way no truth confess

some new dream would feed me better
all thought out  -  yes to the letter
on and on the quest is run
in search of some new source of fun

still the wails fill every plane
so much loss for so much gain
your plan in truth is poorly made
there is no love in your parade

the way of life is still an option
there's something more than your concoction
the life that is the source of all
still sends its eternal call

one must take the time to hear it
to share its love  -  no more to fear it
life's one purpose is to serve
to live it's perfect love takes nerve

this special gift of life is free
there is no purchase price you see
love abounds for those who let it
a willing heart is how you get it

lookin

looking in the mirror

at the face that is deserve


maybe that means

dis-serve