How I yearn for your love,
so that we may embrace,
a love all too powerful,
to explain on this page.
Your face is like snow,
so innocent, and serene,
as it melts from the mountain,
and into a stream.
Your body's the rose,
that blooms night and day,
your legs are the petals,
so soft, yet so frail.
Your feet are the wings,
that carry you here,
I'm letting you know,
that my love is sincere.
©Brandon I. Williams
Occupation: Cook at the Good Samaritan Center(Selby, SD)
Published: October, 1995
Book: “A voyage to remember”
Walk With Me
In a world of conflicting imagery
Where differences never cease to exist
Where mystery provokes disclosure
Where the solemn never tend to resist
You pick apart my peaceful life
And turn it into something in need
Of any element that reflects your own
Goodness describes anyone of your breed
I let myself be criticized
And taken under your disdainful wing
My life is jerked away from me
While yours prospers into a larger thing
I find myself trying to do
All of the things I pledged I would not
I am quickly losing sight of it all
The fun times I constantly sought
At last I feel I can take no more
I am no longer myself, you see
I have been transformed into someone else
Resembling your own way to be
I slip back into my own clothing
Where differences once again prevail
I immediately feel at home again
Though where I am exactly, it's hard to tell
I am sure that I love the uncertain
Where no one is ever to blame
We all falter in the aura of life
And after this are never the same
Why don't you walk along with me
And leave behind all that you know
Our footsteps will tread the psychadelic
Where our minds proceed to grow
Somehow I sense your discomfort
In a place never to be your own
Where nothing is ever in control
But where danger is really not prone
I sense you dislike my sweet surrender
But at least you have walked the walk
We are two separate people
In a different language our spirits talk
I will never force you to stay here
You may return to your own state
But please leave me far behind
This is my heart, my mind, my fate
We continue on our separate paths
With little thought to the past
No longer do we try to change one another
For a new identity will never last.
Today I had a dream made of gold
In that dream I was told,
By a swallow in the sky
That I must come with her and fly
On the summers breeze
While the leaves whisper in the trees,
"Make love not war and think only of peace!"
By Robby Bendixen
My son he had a question
in which I had no answer to
so I took off in order to find it
It's been ten tears but I know I'll find it soon
I came upon a wiseman
and asked him to help me through
he told me I was on the wrong track
to start my journey a new
so I climbed the highest peak
I swam the bottomless ocean
to answer my son
the toughest of questions
I found the burning bush
hoping it would answer my prayer
but it told me to go back
and I'll find my answer there
and on my way back
I wished upon a star
it told me I was close
but still had to go far
so I climbed the highest peak
I swam the bottomless ocean
to answer my son
the toughest of questions
Again I saw the wiseman
he said I was on the right trail
if I head back home
I will not fail
Now that I am home
I still have not found the answer
I have to tell my son
that I am a failure
My son, he has grown to be a man
I am suprised he still knows who I am
I tell him all that I have gone through
He looks me in the eye and says
Father, the answer was always you.
Damn, I wish I was stoned.
I rather like my mind numb.
You can't feel the stress when your slack and dumb.
You can't worry about bullshit cuz it's so far away.
Wish there really was a wonderland and the queen would let me stay.
I'd bide my time with tequila and lime.
Chase away all the madness with a bite of a shroom.
Return to my childhood!
Take a pull off the hooka and watch the flowers bloom.
To hell with worry!
To hell with doom and gloom!
I'd have mushroom tea with the mad hatter.
Hell, he's not as mad as me!
Tell that fucking rabbit he needs to slow down.
And try to just be.
Steal some of his speed and slip him a muscle relaxer or two.
Then me and the cheschire cat would drink some brew.
Til' I was invisible like him, except for my smile.
Filled up with contentment for the next little while.
Now at my little fantasy, please don't scoff.
Just a little trip I like to take on my day off.
Heather Rose Nicole Smythe-poet of the new flower child generation
whats new pussy cat?
r u still your old self?
running around with the gang still?
how has life been?
you blow my mind when i see you there
someone else in the same place i was
in your arms
i cry with self pity
i messed it all up
i actually forgot about you
i remember how it was
we used to go have lunch out in the park
we picked wild flowers
we danced in wild circles till we were sick
i wanted you to myself
i wanted you to only love me
i wanted to hold you forever
i was selfish with our love
now everything is groovy with me
i have been around
i went with summer to d.c
we saw sunny and dillon there
they are married now
they asked where you were
i told them you were back home and that we broke up
i didn't know how i can live any longer without
so i came back home and here you are still the same
i miss you pussy cat
whisked away into the sky
places where the colours fly
and let me be where only I
can live and breathe in peace.
the sun and the moon
will exchange after noon
while the stars remove gloom
and no one can see life's crease.
but when the rain falls down
no need to pick up your gown
and no place to frown
or carry the night away.
but to enjoy and run in the flowers
release mother nature's powers,
dance in her showers
and choose to leave or to stay.
while you sigh in the breeze
while the world is depressed
you put flowers in your hair
which the wind has caressed.
waiting for the love to come to you dressed
in wide cord bells and a shirt left unpressed.
then the time will come for another connection
where the protection of the heart
loosens for the start
of another beginning.
your heart will be singing
and jumping over rainbows as the stream flows
and ripples like the clouds.
this is when the sky is bluer
and the flowers smell prettier,
colours seem brighter
and smiles become tighter.
you'll see this day
and the willows will sway
under the dome of love
the birds sing louder
and with a swing in their voice
giving the choice to leave
or to stay.
will you stay this way?
the drops of dew fall off the tips
like crystals on the sleeves
the sound of trees rustling
welcomes your ears
erases all your fears
and invites you into the warmth,
like the embrace of peace
over an unaccepting earth.
happiness gives birth
to the stars on a black blanket
stretching across the meandering sky,
rippling like the cry
of the loon on the lake.
don't make the mistake
of turning away.
you are welcome to come here
as long as you will lend your ear
to the word.
love wants you to listen,
and know it is the key
to see the doors of this place.
open your mind
to the thoughts of the kind,
keep yourself from being blind
to the petals unfurled.
when you look really close
and help with your most
you can heal the morose
cry of the world.
I wanna lay
In a hazy field of daisies blowing in the breeze
Right beside you, doing anything we please.
I wanna sleep
See watercolored dreams where mirrored oceans seep
Into the sand, your hand in mine.
I wanna fly
Through shimmering stardust gliding in the skies, forever
Our cosmic bodies tangled together.
I wanna dance
Like silvery moonbeams in the night, we'll take a chance
Of being swallowed by the light so beautifully bright.
I wanna kiss
Like angels greeting sunbeams in the morning mist
Our fluttering wings feeling the love it brings.
I wanna meet
Cause these beautiful dreams could never be complete
Without your touch or the gentle feel of your heartbeat.
You are showered by the bright colors
do they stimulate? Do you allow them to surface
and flow with ease into your dilated pupils?
Your hands are not rubber but you think it so
they melt under your warm breath and form obscure shapes
but what comforts they bring? What sleep follows?
yet a craving dominates, the yearning for a familiar tongue
maybe from the ground will it sprout, as your other pleasure
but your vision is tainted and rest is required
as your legs are spread on the rough grass,
the cloud smiles with such curiosity
What queerness? never has a cloud smiled as that
there! once more does it once again approach thee
Turn away foolish cloud for the grass is no longer vacant
Its fertile scent is now a possession, but I can share
Run now cloud and go back to your grey dreams
For mine consist of such brilliant colors, you would be incapable of
Chirp fair bird, Allow me to join you
What chirps? Chirps of silver tongues
with kind words that speak to much
and young breasts first born to the sun
with such color, I beg of continuous vision
through the dark of night
and through the mask of my hallusigenic dreams.
Written by fellow hippy, SEAN of FD
I'll watch the tide fade, out to sea
Wipe sand from your brow as you fall asleep
I'll pull bullets from the chest
Stay with me
Sleep a while
Remember how to breathe -
I'll teach you how to breathe.
Show me how to breathe.
A look that holds the universe.
A squeeze in the dark
that meant so much, that cold, winter's walk
those few steps to the heavy oak doors
meant more than a thousand love letters
Straight from your heart.
Intertwined like roots
Ages old as we lie on the forest floor
As if life had been like this forever
And yet I seem to stay forever the same.
You move towards my ear -
you send a chocolate whisper boiling weakly
all through me. And I think -
And I remember.
Impossible to think of it, I know
that anyone could be that smitten
so enchanted, so utterly captivated
by the sound of a name, and a moments' acquaintance.
This female intuition of mine
is not something to be sniffed at.
How strange - sat at the kitchen table
looking at a photograph
of someone that you barely know
when at the same time, he calls . . .
it felt like the ground had fallen away.
Old copies of magazines looking for your face
A lame excuse to call you
A photograph in my wallet
(A week before it should have been)
Sitting in the cold watching an impromptu football match
Calling my brother guru over, and knowing you'd follow.
Knowing you'd follow.
And you did.
What butterflies gripped at my stomach
As a loving arm extends to my shoulders
And gives me
A squeeze in the dark.
And now, when we sit alone
You stare at my bare feet
I imagine all the places I see you:
the directors' chair, on the stage.
I receive your gifts apotheosis
and I think how lucky I am that you're with me.
beneath stormy spray
Soft the window dives open
and awake, late at night
a thousand ghosts who play for me
Alive, inside my head.
I ponder on my perfect life, flawless within the
Love that kept returning, kept me awake -
kept me alive, through the darkest hours
Once, I sighed, as asleep,
And turned to lie upon my side,
my back exposed in clear moonlight:
Night disturbed by the rain.
You traced a line down my (almost!) graceful spine
and still I lay, asleep.
As I drifted
I thought I heard you say
"I find I love her still".
I sit, to work, to eat, or merely to be seated.
My mind is preoccupied, and suddenly, from nowhere
a lingering scent at the outside of my nostrils
sniff too hard, and it disappears
but let it linger - let it remain
let it waft around my nose, just out of reach
and stroke my hair, feel my face
run a finger down my nose.
Even when you're not here, you give me those shivers.
Even when you're not here, I can smell you.
A thousand mistakes I make
And my hand in yours you take
call me a klutz, clumsy.
Would you believe it's your presence
that throws my cool, collected exterior
The smell of strawberries
and the feel of sand between my toes
all the things I long for us to see.
To say you are my waking thoughts
my sleeping peace
is no joke.
LAND OF ENLIGHTENMENT
Let me take you down
to a place of enlightenment
To open your mind
To feel true freedom
the true meaning of the
mind,body and soul
Come forth on to the
Land of enlightenment
it's the doorway to the mind
open your senses
open your soul
cause once you go deep into the mind
your sanity will
not be anymore
you can not blame
or shame yourself
this world has gone senseless
to true peace
to true love
they have lost their reality of living
So come to the
Land of enlightenment
The In Between
The days of the unknown passages
Through life and death
Through smiles and pity
I am the medium
The middle of the unknown and known
I am the one you question
Through dreams and thoughts
The questions that parents ignore
The questions teachers ask for eternity
I am the one who no one will ever understand
For I am the in between
The closet full of millions of unknown answers
You have to dream it up
Walk on through
Open the door
Let Me Sleep
Learning to soon
Not enough air
I can't breath
Where is the pain
That's captured me
Expressions on paper
Painted with hands
Cold air blowing
From a beaten fan. . .
From dusk till dawn, I have ears that ring with
thoughts of every
sunset, comes a cry of someone dying with pain of a lost love.
Yet, at every rising of the moon comes a sky, free of clouds and dreary
thoughts; a new loved one arises from the mothers womb.
As the newcomer arises the cry of pain disperses as though never there,
and it disappears unto a cry of hope, love and better things to come, as
though welcoming the arisen newcomer unto the endless plains of our
As it does it opens the arms and eyes of all, and awaits the next
setting of the sun...
copyright 1998, Nicholas Adam Davis (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Skylight of infinite spectrum,
Envelopes her petite body.
An aura of purity, yet sadness.
She carries herself with a regal grace.
She tosses her shimmering hair behind her royal crown.
She reaches up with an elegant finger,
And sovereignly picks her nose.
By: Legion Marks
Sitting alone at the piano,
Smoking a cigarette,
Almost wishing it was a joint,
Then he wouldn't be so afraid.
Singing his soft, sweet melodies,
That he knows,
The world will twist,
And make into something ugly,
"That's not what I meant at all."
He says it over and over,
His words, they misinterpret,
Running from lover to lover,
Finding none who loves the real man.
Inside sits the songwriter,
Crying against the keys,
The ink runs down,
Destroying the words like fire.
In the end, at his death we grieved,
For a lonely songwriter,
And the words he conceived.
So I answered, leaving his lap
"I need to live on my own.
How I´m supposed to lose myself,
if I´ve never done and known?"
And as I left, leaving him there
I forget things he said and did
Just imagine, how I´m supposed to die
if I never lived?
Golden tear in an Silvery eye
which never blinks, but will always cry
Does it have any meaning in Our Minds
if it´s always sad, or it´s imagination always flies?
It is Our Spirit where the Truth lies.
If the Winter´s here, will You need?
Or shall You fade Your feelings
as You burn in Your unuseful greed?
I won´t cry
as I know the Soul of the Seasons
I don´t need to worry for my Spirit
or search for empty Reasons...
SOMBRE FIELD IN THE DARK
WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO START
WANDERING INTO THE NIGHT
SCARED OF DARKNESS SCARED OF LIGHT
NOISES FROM ABOVE THE MOON
THE GRASS TURNS TO A RED LAGOON
BLOODY WATER WHALES DEAD
A PURPLE SOUND ESCAPES MY HEAD
A DOLPHIN DIVES INTO THE MESS
A HARPOON HITS HIM LAYED TO REST
THE HUMAN BOAT IS TURNED UPDOWN
THE HUMAN KILLERS LEFT TO DROWN
A DOLPHIN FROM BELOW THE TIDE
SAVES THE MEN DESPITE THEIR LIES
THE ANIMAL HAS PROVED AGAIN
THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS HUMAN FRIENDS
AGAIN I'M WALKING IN THE FIELD
NO ANIMALS NO HUMANS HEALED
I WAKE NOW FROM MY SOMBRE STATE
I REALIZE THE HUMAN HATE
Shine Your brightest colors
hold each other's hands
guide us to to the light of peace
as we travel through this land.
Lead us away from war,
where innocent people die,
Guard us from the corruption
that's taking all our lives.'
Let's all join together
and form a giant band
we'll play our tambourines
and sing across the land
with flowers in our hair
peace we'll declare
as we hold each other's hands
and pass love through the land.
Peace, love and laughter
The radio talks like a voice with no heart
Yet the anguish burning in me is only the start
Tonight I am worried of my math and what it means to lie
Tonight countries are at war and innocent people will die
I saw a war movie, when the blood came I had to turn away
A wise man might say there's irony, but I'll look for it another day
Worring won't do anything, yet I feel guilty changing the subject matter
The guilt makes it all worse and the situation sadder
JFK and Trudeu promised the useless fighting would end
And now thirty years later we still cannot be friends
Not that I could understand, I've been told I'm so young
Funny how people my age are being taught to use a gun
I have my own CD player, and a nice warm bed
The gratitude I feel can't and will never be said
I'm going to sleep now, to shut off my mind
With only hope somehow, soon we will learn to be kind
"Please appease and follow the rules please!
If you do not follow them, we will CONDEMN! and PUNISH!
No one can break us, for we are the JUST(?)! The Righteous!"
"Ah no! I disagree," says the Wise Weed Man to the authority. You are
not wise for you have no red eyes, your skies-- not especially blue 'cause
no one taught you
THE POWER OF THE HERB!!!
Do not condmen me for what you are not brave enough to do!
Your comprehension is in dire need to be opened with my stash of cystalized weed!"
"Sir, you are speaking silly nonsense, please stand attent whilst I commence to arrest you!," authoritively the authority authorized.
Calmly Wise Weed Man did stand while the authority
bound his hands....
BUT THEN! in a puff of toke smoke, Wise Weed Man was an
When the smoke cleared, the authority was all stoned and weird and Wise Weed Man was no where to be found!
by Honeybud Weedwhacker
Yea though I walk
through the valley of ignorance,
I shall fear no evil...
Instead, I will march with my head high and being high,
I shall join forces with those who are
sick of all this talk about a bad thing.
This herb is not even close to the
hypocrisy that worships the almighty and man-made dollar.
Yes Mr. Suited Slut, you will whore no more on my rights to pursue my happiness
It wanders over the earth
watching, listening -
To the songs and dances
Of the people
It helps them in danger
But not when white man come.
He watches the destruction
Of the land
He watches the tears of the people flow
He tries to help
He does not succeed
THe spirit of the Thunderbird dies,
Goes away -
The red man is lost forever.
Drifting away into the air,
The world seems bare.
Facists' I dislike,
Hippies' are my type.
Happy people smiling,
Taking dope, enjoying.
Free love for all,
Take a cool fall.
Who are we?
Wait and see...
PLay It COol...peace...
Dig my webpage - http://www.gre.ac.uk/~pa807
What would we do without nature?
Without the ocean, so calm and serene
Without the grass, so smooth and green
Without the stars so bright with gleam
Without the wind, so pure and clean
Without nature where would we be?