Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Voyage
down a passage
in the middle
of an obscure dream . . .
through a tunnel
in the center
of my mortal seam . . .
in the secret
buried past
something stayed behind. . .
beneath the cape
of dark unknown
deep inside my mind . . .
in the darkness
of the sea
steering on the moon . . .
i saw the shoals
on my port beam
and not a bit too soon. . .
1980
in the middle
of an obscure dream . . .
through a tunnel
in the center
of my mortal seam . . .
in the secret
buried past
something stayed behind. . .
beneath the cape
of dark unknown
deep inside my mind . . .
in the darkness
of the sea
steering on the moon . . .
i saw the shoals
on my port beam
and not a bit too soon. . .
1980
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Getaway
get back, baby
you're a putdown child
makin' vibes
much too wild
get back woman
i've lost my mind
i'm wantin' things
i'll never find
get back, baby
you don't want me
i've paid so much
to be so free
get back, woman
you broke my heart
i'm outta here
and fall'n apart
1980
you're a putdown child
makin' vibes
much too wild
get back woman
i've lost my mind
i'm wantin' things
i'll never find
get back, baby
you don't want me
i've paid so much
to be so free
get back, woman
you broke my heart
i'm outta here
and fall'n apart
1980
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Nervequake
Mount Everest at its highest peak
nor its coldest windy breath
can touch the chill i've lately felt
and wanted so to lose
but never seems to change
except for those warm times
inside the ston'ed walls
of my own private castle
where the floors are not a tremor
and the walls are not
a ringing pain of force
and the animals
only show their teeth
in happy smiles . . .
July 1980
July 1980
nor its coldest windy breath
can touch the chill i've lately felt
and wanted so to lose
but never seems to change
except for those warm times
inside the ston'ed walls
of my own private castle
where the floors are not a tremor
and the walls are not
a ringing pain of force
and the animals
only show their teeth
in happy smiles . . .
July 1980
July 1980
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Moons .. .
moons have come
and moons have gone
and days both cold and gray:
these times apart
have chilled my heart
and cooled the lamp of love. . .
the road is long
and made of stone
the game is o'er
the dice are thrown,
once i thought
you hung the moon
but it fell down
and all too soon . . .
1983
and moons have gone
and days both cold and gray:
these times apart
have chilled my heart
and cooled the lamp of love. . .
the road is long
and made of stone
the game is o'er
the dice are thrown,
once i thought
you hung the moon
but it fell down
and all too soon . . .
1983
Monday, September 14, 2009
The road not taken
two roads converged in a wood, and I
took the one less traveled by
and that has made all the difference. . .
from THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
by Robert Frost
took the one less traveled by
and that has made all the difference. . .
from THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
by Robert Frost