The simple life

Simplicity
Is a most beautiful thing
Free
And flowing
Unencumbered
By the intricasies
Mankind
Has wrought
A
Gift of nature
Pure
Uncensored
Beauty
As beauty was meant
Simplicity
Is genius
Genius
Is beauty
Beauty
Is nature
Nature
Is life
Oh how i long for the simple life

Serenity

As
The leaves
Turn
Golden
And
My hair
Turns
Grey
I
Realize
The
Seasons of my life
Must
Be allowed
To
Run their cycle
Acceptance
Brings with it serenity
 

Ain't that always the way

Selling barbies in the snow
To virgins in red shoes
Have you heard the news
Elvis is dead
Or so they say
Your favorite football players gay
And jesus christ was black after all
Buying bloodstains in the bathroom
From dead babies in a pickle jar
Listening to dirges in your car
Waiting for lennon to rise from the grave
And spit on the coffin of the home of the brave
While the maharishi
Sits with his feet up on the coffee table
Giving head at the salvation army
To transients with no souls
Laughing at the doughnuts
Crying for the holes
Picking afterbirth
Off the bottom of your shoes
Have you heard the news
The virgin mary
Sued god almighty
For child support today
Aint that always the way

this is a poem about prejudice
Dedicated to those brave enough to
Follow their own path in the face of opposition

The way it is

Once while out a walking
In the neighborhood
I spied a little girl
Made of balsa wood
The wind had swept her away
An unsuspecting load
Then left her lying face down
In the middle of the road
There were holes in her cheeks
Where the tears
Had broken through
And her hands
Reached out for mercy
As if she always knew
That this is a world
Where it doesn’t matter if you're good
Cause you'll always go to hell
When you're made of balsa wood

What is a hippy:

A child of the earth
With the wisdom of the ages
Daughters of the moon
Magicians ,seers and sages
Nature and nurture
In a reality not yet fulfilled
Peace ,love and happiness
In a dream that cannot be killed
The flower children
Will always bloom