Today is Yours

1974 for Herbert

Today is yours
I give it to you,
(I know it was God's
but my possessions are few.)
Trace the pattern
of today with your mind
Make it your own
and chaos you'll find.

Because man is nothing
but a whispered breeze
and all men will know it
when they fall to their knees,
Praying that the ground
will shake no more,
and that their hearts
won't break,
and their souls will soar,
Beyond the skies
Beyond this earth
And through new eyes
you'll see it was worth
all of the pain
it cost to remain
alive so long.

Yea, this is your poem,
your song,
your words from me,
And this is Life
the way I see.

To Steal

1974 No, not about Randy!

The night was black
as a stack of black cats
And the crime didn't lack
a knack of tact
but of course
the law saw
And did what they could
and thought they should
To stop the young young hood
Who did a job good
from committing this crime
in the nick of time
before he stole even a dime.
He was sentenced to jail
no bond nor bail
left alone to wail
his misfortune
To cement walls
and guarded halls
Where nobody balls
or gets any ass
or smokes any grass
and nothing is real
Living from meal to meal
Paying with youth
for the crime
To Steal.

My Kingdom

1974

My home is my kingdom,

My mind is my throne

That keeps me from boredom

in my Kingdom alone.

Randy

1974

Long blond hair, bedroom eyes,
Innocent looking yes, but just a disguses.
Another night spent in jail; another time put up for bail.
Too many times this scene's been flashed,
Bummer times, spent in the past.
He's 19 now and fresh from the cell,
A crab-ridden place; Mexican Hell.
Depression exists and makes no sound,
As he laughs and jokes and plays around.
But through it all he's still the same,
(He may have crabs but the jail's to blame!)
His kikker boots are, gee, just dandy,
But I love him still, This is Randy.
I had the best taste in boyfriends...