I wonder what the hippie equivalent of the Hamptons is…I want to go there.
I remember there was a time in my life when I went into hiding. I had a rough life (Army, ridiculous starter marriage, post Army woes) and I wanted to escape so I actually decided to release myself from the burdens of society. I practiced being mute for a while. I just wanted to observe the world - unfiltered by my comments, my ideas, my pain… and so I checked out so to speak.
It was an interesting period, however lonely it was. I spent a few years in observance of this bi-polar world we have created. Sometimes when you just shut the fuck up, you can actually learn quite a lot.
I traveled during this period. I wrote voraciously too. Perhaps it was my most prolific period of writing. Unfortunately there were a few casualties of this war I had with the world in the way of friendships created and lost. I could only let a few people in. They mostly were fans of my poetry and songs. I did not talk much and so I was forced to communicate through writing –my beautiful creative catharsis.
Among the hundred or so poems circa 2008
I wrote things like…
13th Hour
I’m afraid of what we’ve become
When all is said and done
55 years of helium hearts
The 13th hour has finally come
And here we sit deflated
While others pass by berated
My God this plastic town
Has left us all so jaded
Like a bird on a wire waiting
For the winds of change to fly
Entitled to their fabricated monstrosity
In this city far from the sea
Still I wait for you
Still I wish for you to be here
Share with me this pain
I keep locked up inside
the 13th hour
The end so near to me
The hope of us to be
In the 13th hour I am free
Anticlimactic epiphany but free
When you were with me here
I felt so alive that the death I see
Became so obsolete
The chokehold of this fake identity
I fear takes me hostage
Still I wait for you
Still I wish for you to be here
Share with me this pain
I keep locked up inside
the 13th hour
The end so near to me
The hope of us to be
In the 13th hour I am free
In the 13th hour I am free
I am free
and this inspired by Oscar Wilde's tale below…
Depraved
The depraved ones
Oh how they fucking feed me
Yes, the deprived of the soul ones
How they breed the lies I tell myself
Yes, the smooth to the touch
The beauty on the surface
the wanton ones they believe
In the me I am selling tonight
I wade through the thick smell
I swim through the thin vale
I coast down the brilliant trail
of the people who all hail me
Come here to me in the dark
Slide by me in your desirous way
Slither the snake of lust to my table
But what I say is all a fable
Toys you are to my childlike mentality
On this night my personality
laced with fermented courage is on display
in the very worse way
and you love it
Eat up all of the slippery sweet words I dish
and swallow down the rabbit hole
Into oblivious easy obnoxious limbo
because it is not me that is on display here
Some other version of the one you want
Tricky ties that bind the senses into desirous need
The sum of me reduced to a body part
And they will never define who I am
and one more for good measure…
Shakespearean Dumpster Queen
Retreat within
Because they are scheming
If you are not there
There will be no interfering
No lies, no dark and dreary
Smile the mask appearing
Hide the inside
Et tu, Et tu
Not you
Stay true
Sinister manipulation
White trash abbreviation
Elaborate fabrications
Judge me
Fuck me
Trick me
Toss me
Out with the garbage
Out, out with the trash
Flies are better company
Bacteria and all
Even when they crawl
All over relentlessly
Even when they just won’t die
Even the sickness they bring
Even the contamination
Is much better than you
No problem with leaving
I am a pro at it
Travel light
Walk right
Into the night
Into the beautiful night
Once more breach the ego
Once more letting go
Dumpster diving is all I know
Retreat so the rats won’t follow
Obviously it was a dark time... I am moving on now from that. I am in the transitional period of coming out of hiding and into a more public setting. The two worlds I speak of are night and day. I want to believe I can share what I know from my history to be true in the world and hope I can help anyone who comes into my life to make the leap of faith with me. For now I do not hide my ugliness anymore. A butterfly awaits...















