I'd like you all to know
That I don't care what you think
So much so that I write it in ink
Because I really don't care
What it is that you think

I care so little that I want it sung
From the highest tower,
To ring through your ears
Like the school bell has rung
I am not on the fence
I want you to cower
At my great ambivalence
My nonchalant power

As you are aware
I wrote this poem for you
Instead of living
Outside in the Sun
Where diamond rivers flow
In the breeze the leaves blow
Because I really don't care
If you are aware
That I don't care
Because I really really don't
And I just wanted you to know

Listening to my CD's late at night
In my room
Classics
Songs that molded impressionable children
Full of life and passion
Running hand in hand
Through the pouring November rain
Shaped a generation...
The eternal art of legends
Will all be forgotten
Like you
It makes me cry
They are no longer with us
I never got to meet my heroes
People who influenced me so much
And so many others

I heard the news today, oh boy
Bowie died and I cried
I heard his final songs
And I didn't sing along
I did not interrupt
I cried more than when my grandmother died
David Jones is gone


"Ground control to Major Tom.... "


I heard the news today, oh boy
And what did I find
Eyedea is gone, his message left behind
A true soul moved on
To the void
Drugs again...
When will it all end
I played his songs for hours
Through the night
I cried
And I cried
I cried more then when my mother died
I felt nothing then
And I moved on
Forgotten...

"The snow won't melt...
The fog won't clear..."
Oh how I wish you were here

What happened to the children we left behind?
Skipping through summer forests
Along sandy beaches
When the tide came in from the ocean
They spent their days playing, still lost
In our minds but forgotten
Playing pretend while the adults
Lived on the outside
They saw everything
Every smile faked
Every dream abandoned
Their innocent minds wondered in confusion
And when we wasted away behind unfamiliar walls
And faked smiles from plastic faces in white coats
The children were listening behind closed doors
In the dark
To our last dying breaths

My eyes disconnect from my fingers
Mind from my body on the screen
And lingers
With the walking stick limp
That taps along the concrete
His scraggly white beard blowing in the wind
I saw the old man earlier in the street
I held my hand up to the light
To see if it was fake

Watched the old woman pass
With her brown paper bag
Rip and tear
Assortments spraying like paint
Vulture children swooping down in a rush to eat
Minds so full of hate
Confusion in every eye that sees
I wonder why I bother
Oh my mind is slipping away
My guard is down
Glued to my chair
Pulling out my hair
And there is
So much to choose from
So much
To be done
Here
This is not an exit
And you have not won

Elevate and extricate me
From
This disconcerting and turbulent
State
Immerse my being
Into a state of Felicity and equanimity...
My body has ( like many)  been
BEATEN
Long enough by this infernal world.
I want
To Rest!
I
Don't want to see no more
PEOPLE
Being persecuted
Humiliated, duped,
Lame, blind, insane, in PAIN!

This euphoria I seek
I not only want it
For Myself
I want it
For Everyone.

Lord, hear my plea....
Accommodate
Me.

The birds chirping outside my window
Their song is so beautiful in the early morning twilight
Their hungry chicks are waking in their nests
And my mind is in need of rest

The sun has barely risen
But the sky holds a hint of blue
And the rain looks cold as it showers down
Onto grass leaving morning dew

Hours ago my mind was still active
As much as it is now hours after
I'll try to sleep soon
And tomorrow I'll wake in the afternoon
But my dreams will be filled with laughter