Subjecting myself to outward appearances,
not fitting in with what others think I should be doing.
...
Never before have there been so many options, choices, selections
in this world.
Too much of everything on hand, none of it much good, plastic,
...
Longings drenching me, wanting to be held lovingly,
penetratingly once again.
Desires running rampantly, taking me by surprise,
...
Recreating images from inner memories, taking them through
a process of creativity that excites intellect intensely.
Forward moving, a lasting momentum, taking shape in a
...
Canceling out darkness, trying to crawl upon this mind,
not wanting to see or deal with it right at this moment,
preferring to see brightened sunlight standing at the
portals of intellect.
...
We prepare for life as children, life is so short, only moments
long.
We stand on the edge clasping hands in friendship, doing for
...
Signaling interior parts of this brain, releasing faith
and hope, enlivening spirits of innate and creative
talent.
...
Remembering going on Route 66 on our way from New Jersey to
Arizona, sights I saw were astounding and memorable, still
being seen today on photographic screens in technicolor.
...
Swinging in a swing of childhood on Tullo Road,
thinking of my Dad and Mom in a childhood filled
with poverty, happiness and nature.
All-important messages in childhood growing up.
...