Hold Me Close, My Darling

I’ve yet to clear my mind of debris
to open space for truths or consequences
The walls are closing in,
my co-conspirators of old are dying
Questions yield no answers,
so many problems go unresolved
My stamina is weakening,
my sense of direction is deceiving me
Full-up with indecisiveness,
I’ve come to another unexpected junction
unprepared for what must come as second-best

The Brain

the good guy
the contemptible ‘other’
come together in a mind of mayhem
to orchestrate my playful meanderings
over the course of any day
where curiosity runs deep
on its way to the Sea of Sweet Memory

Fear & loathing can get the blood flowing
heart to brain
then into written notation
as I take a long hard look at experience
and elaborate
where good & bad collaborate
until gratified

Noble Themes & Lofty Dreams

I dream in thoughts
… eggs scrambled or fried-over-easy …
a composition of words with purpose
draining off excess verbiage,
attuned to philosophical pursuits
expressing motives & means
and the importance of abstractions
attendant to a central plot,
imagining a new & improved experience
for life & death on Mother Earth
partnered with God for inspiration,
questioning the validity of my take on perception,
chilled by unbridled ramifications
of opposing schools of thought
dancing with the devil’s surrogate
ridiculously close to annihilation of the planet,
much to the chagrin of a living, breathing Universe
as a world on the Eve of Destruction

[this song referred to the Vietnam War]