I dreamed the sixties lasted forever
Love is an impressionistic museum
Ideals melt like a blood filled rainbow
Lay me forever
She believed in me
I still believe in her
Cynical and narcissistic
Hard bitten reality
Flowers of yellow, blue and red
Scales weigh every brazen thought
Sometimes I hate my neighbors
They seem nosey and stodgy
I still listen to the Doors and Hendrix
What really moved me besides my family?
My first real kiss
LSD
Art and poetry
My acceptance of Christ
Hunter S Thompson touched my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem here