Mothers Day

i remember the labor, the work, the laughter, the tears.

wonder where they went, all the years

especially sad today
cause some how kids love went away

do not seem to care will be gone someday

but took a drive
and remembered cause of me
they are alive

fall

cool weather
brings yearnings
for another
to share cold
winter nights

someone
to share
the battle
of the elements

a snug home
safe
secure
warm

dreams
poems
a song or two
and accomplishment
when winter's thru

fall offering it's taste of loonliness
making each
reach for a nest

miricale season
season of changes
each year
my life
ir rearranges

love

love
illusive
evasive
reoccuring

love dellusions
illusions
confusion

love
tender
warm
old

love deranging
changing
souls

spring mating dance

here i am single again
the men are lining up with
lust
in hand

they all want a big romance
but i reccognize the spring mating dance

i don't want to go from frying pan to fire
and married love doesn't get me any higher

i'll just stay single awhile
and make my libido and extension of my smile

if someone wants to make love with me
don't ever put strings on me

old church

living in an old church
rebounding from being left in the lurch

life seems to be worth living again
i just miss cuddling men

moving fast-then slow
soberly realizing what i know

accepting that some things can't be
re-likeing the person thats me

knowing i can't handle life alone anymore
leaning on my higher power more and more

take each problem as it comes
never again anticipate a bad outcome

what will happen, will happen
i won't try to anticipante the future again

bear or steven barbe

what kind of friend do you expect me to be
when i feel you constantly try to manipulate m
you don't seem to have much regard for my feelings or wants
deflating me with your taunts

my tongue is sharp regarding you
remembering the bad times,loving you put me thru

would it make you feel better
if i lay down and let you walk on me

you use me for your convenience
you like my labor force

but what have you done for me
except build me up
then yank the platform from under me

i think having a friend like you
is not a very sane thing to do

bellingham 1978

i'm living in a tent today
it's a last ditch place to stay

it sure beats living on the street
and i've got enough to eat

a house is what i really need
that and about a jar of speed

to go and get the word spread
trying to reach each head

the word is getting out again
giving this staid old world a spin

live in my tent awhile
assult the sun each day with a smile

wendy

alone
yet strong
ready to carry on

be myself
to society
most of all
to me

accept the world today
yet expect the spoilers to pay

wanting all
no longer small

dealing with the soul catchers snare
being concious and aware

reality tea dance

hangovers

horneys

burned out

resolutions

actions

time passing


depression

despair

doing without

yearnings

learnings

leaves turning

memorys

invading

ending here

seasons

savored

summer over

apathy

the fog of apathy's come creeping in
darkening the future of men

ignoring danger in it's many guises
looking at life thru varied disguises

faced with start reality
saying "nothing matters to me"

alienation...radiation
no hope for personal salvation

apathy like the spreading night
covering the nation like a blight

wanting someone else to make the stand
watching the darkness take the upper hand

bowing down to our god television
never having a personal vision

sinking into a darkening pit
never contemplating a way out of it

keeping everything the same
never getting into the involvement game

life maintains a status quo
what if one person cared tho?

enough to disperse the gathering gloom
they'ed be put into a padded room