I waited.I waited until I couldspend two months in Goat NirvanaI thought I had diedand gone to Heaven.I had friendsGoats and humansI had foodGood foodFood I didn’t have to look forFood that didn’t make me sickPlentiful foodAnd…clean water….Clean…clean…waterTo drink waterand not have to find it.It was there,in a bucket.And I had shelter,didn’t have to always […]
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To Wilson and Dorothythat have blessed our lives,but are no longer the bodiesthat we wrapped our arms around. Losing youis hard!You were my companionthat I took care ofYou were the bond that I counted onTo help me make sense out of the chaos in the world Now that you are gone,I hear the wind.You once
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It took me a yearA year in everydayEveryday immersed in some part of youThat brought up some pain in me.I visited each moment of my memoryStuck in time on some visualLike your smile when you were happyYour tears of laughter when you left yourself open and unedited,Stuck in time on some soundThe sound of my
You left me on the side of the road in the rain My Goat would have never done that His love is beyond the human type of love that smells from what is conditional that reeks from seething judgment and criticism with the stench of trying to gain something instead of being consumed by what
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I wish I could make you feel… Feel with your heart instead of always thinking with your head. I wish I could make you empathic so that you could deeply understand what another feels – animals, plants, people, so that you could feel what they feel and immediately care about them. I wish I could
You’re etched into my memory like a full body tattoo chiseled images of you on the inside of my heart. I can go nowhere cant do anything without asking: Where are you? Why did you go? Why did you have to leave? What am I going to do without you? You were
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You left the door open and I walked on through. You left the door open and I walked on through. I gave you a chance, then another, then another and another. I thought tolerance was a virtue until I saw the door was open. I thought I should stay and work things out, mend,
Turning ‘round to face Mecca – not the one in the Middle East, the one east of me, in the Coachella Valley of California. Sort of screwed up by my lack of spontaneous travel nowadays, making stories of others’ adventures enough for me as I sit in my arm chair… …You were my Adventure –
You came and went Actually, you never really got here But we were both waiting for that The only way you could have stayed – was to Change With a capital “C” This would have been like a plastic surgery that you could never undo It would have been the incredible change you were waiting
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