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These poems were written about a couple I knew around 1973-4. They married, had a son and divorced. Mike was killed in a motorcycle accident 10 years ago. He was living his dream, flying down the road on his Harley-Davison.

Karen
Girlish giggles, teasing taunts
All diminish, then are lost
In one small moment, Life stirs awake
The wailing cry, of a small red face
The circle is drawn, Now complete
Girl to woman, in one small feat.

Mike & Karen
Two years spent
Just paying rent
   No Deposit
   No Return
A hard way to learn
The facets of love and life

Mike
Just sittin here,
No one can see
But You are here,with me
If only in thought,
From the back of my mind
Just like the Old days
Coffee, Tea
You & Me

There was a time in my life when I associated with Outlaw Bikers and general low Lives .. these poems are about what I saw in these people ....the mystic freedom they don't have. 1975-79

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Staights and Tramps,
   then there was me
Don't fit anywhere,
   I never agree
With these Jerks and Clowns,
   all around me
Can't believe this is how it must be
I'll play the fool all too soon
Have a son who'll carry my name
Guess he'll learn,
   same as me
There's straights and tramps,
   then there was me.

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Looking for an endless road.
   another Joint, a little Coke
   keeps me flying Hi
Looking for that endless stretch of road .
Thinking about ladies left behind.
Only one comes to mind.
She went her way and I mine.
Looking for that endless road.

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On the road
Most the day
With the wind, rain
Go is all she whispers
Don't need any rest
It's getting cold
But she don't care
Freedom and a road
Is all that matters
She's beautiful,
   My '74'

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A Tramp on the road, riding alone
His life in a bag, Just one ounce
Friends are gone, Wasted by the man,
       Lost to a needle
A past with no future, No were to go
       --Burned Out--
Like the Roach, He dropped on the road.

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When you get a feeling down deep inside
Your blood runs free and you have to ride
Snow has melted and the roads are clear
Your bag's packed Tank's been filled
A little money, maybe some stash
Just kick her in gear
Before summers past.

My Dad
He doesn't understand
What I see in just Two wheels
Yet, it was he who taught me
That it is best to be free
Think for myself and let others be
To pursue their lives
And leave me to mine
The wind and the road
As my only home
Can't stay to long
I come and go
His world left me that way.

This next poem is about a man named David .. I don't know what ever happened to him .. but he spent a lot of his life in a very dark place in the back of his mind . I helped Him get a book of his poetry published in 1974 'Obstructional Truth'.

Sanity?
Wired on coffee - speed, cold and alone
Minutes into hours, irrelevant to reference
each sound amplifies, my paranoia
Bringing forth demons ....

Lost within the bowels of your mind
Hiding there so no one can find
You running from the things that hurt
Avoiding reality cause that's were it starts
      --A flood of Depression

Here again? The mad man beckon's
      --Come he says !
As he dances along the edge
Of a dark and endless fisure
In the fiber of my soul
      --Come he says !
Insanity is Fun....

Soon Dawn must come....
      --to take me Home.

These Poems are just Me and how I see The People and Things that have touched me. Most have been written in 1996 unless otherwise noted .

Peggy Sue
She sings a song of harmony,
A song that is sung for me.
To soothe the raging anguish
Of love that has injured me.
Her heart, like an ocean
seeking to envleope me
Within it's healing water
To soothe the pain in me
A glow of love she shows
Illuminates a path of balance
As I seek life's harmony.

Caila
You were the light
At the end of my tunnel
Ever so distant
Yet bright and clear.

You beckon me come closer!
As I stand and look in wonder
At the light before me
Ever bright and clear.

I step in your direction
Unsure and full of fear
I feel your warmth and caring
In the light you cast.
With each step that draws me near.

I stumble in the rubble of the floor.
When I look up -- you are gone!
Your shining light
Once bright and clear
Has extinguished in your fear.

Now falls dark before me.
Leaving me to stand alone
In darkness and in tears.

Cyber-Space
Virtual rooms of infinte space .
become crowded when we take our place
Among the throngs who's faceless smiles
Greet us acrost the miles,
of fiber optic and copper wires

We seek to touch, to see , to feel
the ones we know, who might not be real
Beyond that screen of light and glass
thru which we can not pass.
Our flesh and blood of reality

Images and voices we record and compress
in neat little packages, prepaired to be sent
Acrost the miles of the inter-net
thru places and people unknown to us yet.

We sit, we wait, even antisipate
the presents of they, who might be the one
To fullfill our dreams and fantacys to come,
in a future of virtual reality .

With a thump, an ouch our head hits the screen
we come awake from this silly dream
look about and finaly see ,
this is reality .. right in my face
just my computer and me alone in this place

Wild Ponies
I like to watch the wild ponies in the morning sun
Run with heads held high they kick their heels,
   tails steaming in the wind.

I like to ride those wild ponies in the midday sun
Catch her scent in the wind as it brushes past my face
To feel her jump, twist and turn bucking under my weight
I lose my seat, tumble to the ground
Hear the sound of pounding hooves fading out of sight.

I like to watch the wild ponies in the evening sun.
Too old to fall, in love again
I'll watch them till they are gone.

I remember watching the wild ponies
   in midnight dreams.
Lost now past the pasture gate of life
I Love them all, remember each fall
   along eternity's trail

Words
I sometimes wonder what I will find
In the blank space between the lines
Of empty words you hide behind

Your flirtatious confrontations lead to
Teasing invitations never meaning
To fulfill your empty promise's

That echo between the lines
Laced within the vacant space
By the phrase's you recite

Superficial words so sticky sweet
Carlessly used when you speak
Leave a bitter after taste

Of passion played upon a word
Lost In the Melancholy aftermath
Of wishes unfulfilled

See ME
There is more to me
Than your eye can see
A pale blue Veil
Hideing the real me

More than you hear
In the words I speak
Behind the confidence
I am still weak

More than you feel
When you Hold me close
The strength and character
Hide my scars the most

Behind the facade
I've carefully built
You can clearly see
What is left of me

A broken heart
Some picked over bones
A soul that's been humbled
And left all alone

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A tear from the heart
Wells up slowly
Gathers strength gently
Beginning a one way trip
Along a glistening path
Lost in joy or sorrow

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It's a fine line
between love and hate
We walk the wire,
seeking our desires
Strangling the love
we fear to loose
Guarding the freedom
we never own

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Life, a defined period
Within the infinite passage of time
Counted in years, months, days
Moments, not yet spent with you
Memories, of intimate interludes
mark the passage of life
To precious to waste
existing alone.

Hermit
In a shell, alone there he dwells
With thoughts and dreams
That no one can see

Warm and safe, a place to hide
In this small corner, here inside
Sheltered by walls, carefully built

It is Empty most the time
In this small corner, here inside
Few venture here, I wonder why
maybe they are afraid to try

You are welcome here
Inside the walls
In this small corner
Of my heart.

Old Soldier
There He sits.....

A generation past, forgotten
As the young pass by
In a parade of new ideas
full of eager enthusiasm

Captain of his park bench
Once proud leader of men
Now, Benefactor to pigeons
Waiting out his time

He Sits watching them
Grow older , Complacent
As they take their place
In the Hierarchy of life

Resisting any change
To their creations
Knowing, soon he will be replaced
By another old soldier

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