38 Years Ago Today!

HELP…John!  With all this gun rage, fake news, presidential controversy, hate…I saw little in the daily media about…an issue we battle;

Mental Health and guns!

Well don’t you know that happiness (happiness) is a warm gun, (is a warm gun, yeah).##John Lennon

 

 

Young Love

Even if my air were shattered…a since of completeness puts me at ease.

To travel this journey of tightropes…and, understand I do not venture alone.

Had I not taken a walk…

barren footpaths with little pride.

Had I not fallen from side to side.

Would I have recognized what it means to…

‘grow old together.’

All the senses aroused by parallel courage.

The malice of well-traveled storms.

The bite of absorbent winds.

Ridges of our life together.

An hour-glass of sunny sides to the streets.

Dark and doubtful mornings.

An hour’s glass of every conceivable element strewn in our path.

How slight the moments…

How slight every forever…

How deliberate the time…as we, grow old together.

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living is easy

no red wall.

no red button free-fall.

lives mattered without malice

without protocol

all lived by what appeared to be simple means

ranches, capes, basic joists

dreaming the American dream

nothing trite about what we understood

we had more than most

most did not give would they could

saving the earth by way of the dime bag

no pale ale

just bong hits and bonfires

redemption found when a dollar had been given

on Sundays as a basket passed

too young to understand Nixon

old enough to mourn John

we were discovering Lady Chatterlay’s Lover

our bodies were ourselves

living among bathtub Mary’s and American flags on the front lawn

set in stones that were thrown

‘you were right…or, you were wrong’

i can remember hearing of Elvis

where he was

how he had been found

to my young mind i pondered…

‘how quickly life can be upstaged without a sound’

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Plain White…Me

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Divided by color?

One forest dissected by all that is man-made.

What other distortions shall come our way?

 

Never raised in black or white.

With gay or straight.

A city of privilege.

Lay at my heathen’s feet.

 

All around,

Lennon on vinyl.

Plath,

torn and worn.

Lay heavily,

like a Bell Jar.

In the back pocket of my tough-skins.

Images of jesus,

four point restrained…ghastly, lastly,

they say,

he began…again.

 

One could tell,

I didn’t know better.

Know better to hate.

Never a care given…

to who had been on the other side of a handshake.

With years of me…in my wake.

When a stranger’s hand has reached out for help…

it still remains a hand that I should take.

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Closed Fist of the Teacher

 

Owned by the media…owned by others…falsehood is the cornerstone of today’s living.  So, what happened to, just give me some truth?

 

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Digha Nikaya-I have taught the way without making any distinction between inner and outer teaching.  For in respect of the truth there must be no such thing as the, ‘closed fist’ of the teacher, who hides some essential knowledge from the pupil.  Secrecy is the mark of false doctrine.

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I’m sick and tired of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things from
Tight-lipped condescending mama’s little chauvinists
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of watching scenes from
Schizophrenic egocentric paranoiac primadonnas
All I want is the truth just give me some truth