I like your poems. Tell me what you think of mine.
Whence cometh your freedom?
The slaves walk about the yard
carrying with them axes, knives, lighters
O Father whence cometh your freedom?
When I were a babe, you walked the earth with an axe.
You were called, 'Uncle Blue'
You bowed before crude men and called them 'Sir'
Whence cometh your freedom?
When will the time come when men bow to you and call you sir.
I am past a babe
The light hast come out of the tunnel of darkness forever more.
Whence cometh your freedom? Whence cometh our happiness?
Is it just a shallow dream that came too soon?
You must turn on, tune in and drop out.
Timothy Leary
I reserve the right to be ignorant. That's the Western way of life. The Spy who came in from the cold
Mama always said life was like a box a chocolates, never know what you're gonna get.
O Lord! Why do I chase rainbows?
Why do I chase a dream in its cave?
Why do I chase a wicked dream and purse it till death?
Why do I chase a monster and call it a dream.
O Lord Why does this rainbow hide in fear?
Why does my dream haunt me until it dies?
Why does the wind seem to disappear forever more?
Why does the sky seem to chuckle at my dreams?
O Lord Why do I chase rainbows?
You must turn on, tune in and drop out.
Timothy Leary
I reserve the right to be ignorant. That's the Western way of life. The Spy who came in from the cold
Mama always said life was like a box a chocolates, never know what you're gonna get.
01-14-2005 08:12 PM
