Port Of Call
Hear me
utter
woeful cries
upon a destined voyage
across the tempest sea.
My mind deformed,
sent into convulsions
on every notion it perceives.
Are facts mere fantasies?
I sanely progress
to the brink,
even to the crevice bottom of insanity.
Theories: the demon
housed within the nave of doubt,
which hangs
as a choking noose
around the fiber of existence, and
causes me to tremble.
Seek!
Journey to your port of call,
and there
every particle shall unfold.
Peace will reign,
contentment, sublime in silence.
Lot
I’ve often wished my spirit could be free to fly
unfettered by the chain of some lost memory
or by some present ghost not seen.
But since the stars in their courses seem determined
to play me the fool, then who am I to protest
against my lot.
If time could stand still and songs of guilt remain
a lost and tragic cord, then I would lift my voice
and shout I am free.
About
Many of my friends say that I’m a “Child of the Sixties” and I must agree.
Over the years I have gone from a “Goldwater Republican” too a “Robert Kennedy Democrat” and find no contradiction in that switch.
As a distant relative to Judge Learned Billings Hand, often called the “First Free Speech Judge”, I come by “Liberalism” honestly and naturally.
Growing up I always wanted to be a writer, no wonder I enjoyed the Walton’s when it was a hit TV show, and blame that “bug” on Mr. Backus (11 grade English) and the Warren Harding publication “The Cauldron.”
Born in England of an English “Mum” and a “Yank” Dad has given me a more “Continental” outlook on the social and political aspects of life, plus throw in Viet Nam Era Vet, Kent State University student May 4th, 1970; Businessman; First openly gay male to run for public office in Warren Ohio; An elected John Kerry Alternate-Delegate to the 2004 DNC; In a committed life partnership for 20 years and you have the internals of what makes this “Baby Boomer” tick.
“If you don’t stand for something, then you’ll fall for nothing.”
I now invite you all to read my thoughts, touch my soul and let me bare my flesh, naked in the light of words.
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