Ends with a Clatter

Tonight is the night we all dread and fear,

     because of the tensions arisen by them.

         Who will be next and who will see me in the

                  the mirror of the dungeon...

                           Who breaks it down and rebuilds

       when it ends with the sound of a clatter?

We speak of the danger and peril of fate to

         decide on life.  Who wants to know the

meaning  of sounds, the

meaning of love, the

meaning of hate.

Who can pretend to know;

when pretending ends with a clatter...

             Send the village a card addressed to Bill.

         He knows the feeling I speak of.

         The peace in my mind,

         the love in my heart

         the spirituality that,

         ends with a clatter...

No one can tell a person in distress;

one who feels with emotion and

                           confusion.

Confusion of what?

I wish and oppose to know.

I want and I fear the knowledge.

I receive and I squander the thought of love.

                  But as always fate shows the upper hand;

                  and by the fury of all mankind,

                                                      ends with a clatter....

 

February 24, 1968

 

Author's Note

This was definitely my gloom and doom period...poem after poem contained the same theme....death, destruction, finality and beleve it or not, God... I call this first book....Awakening