The fringe and the fringeness...

Grieving and sadness pedaling my sickness.
It's true I have something like the flu.
Maybe it's the chemtrails spreading disease onto the lands
who knows, it just comes and it goes.

Maybe I'm dying.
Maybe it's all almost over.

I mean it could be any day.
This minute, this day, tomorrow
our last day.

I am going to relax and not let these things get the best of me.
Curtail our excesses for now until recovery.
Curtail our excesses and push it to the edges.
The fringe and the fringes.

The Garden, The Rose and The Ho

I woke up thinking about the things that could have been
I woke up remembering and regretting even what might have been

A Joan Baez circle was in my dream, and I woke up wishing I could just swim
Swim past these superficial, ambitious, superfluous simplicities
Success driven men and ladies all trying to get a piece
Like vultures grabbing for any little bit of accolades of acknowledgment
of money and of fame.
In my dream of course We were going to go, even though I say to myself No.

I staunchly and firmly believe in No Regrets,
but talking with an old friend also so far away
from where he once was
from where we once were and the things the things he once had offered
to me and himself
we've slowly slipped away

That good life is not far away, or maybe this cold war is the one thing I feared my entire life
of rationing and fight
of hiding, fear and flight
an economic recession a downturn of fiscal responsibilities
and we the people no longer holds meaning

Who would choose the grim snow over the island she mused,
and I recognize the fear he must have infused.
And his digression and regret in what he chose
When open mindedness and freedom lighted his abode
I once felt the same way.
But we could have traveled the world together I suppose
I'm sure we would have had I allowed to bloom that rose.
But I went with another garden, another gardener. I chose.
And, come on, afterall he was kind of a Ho.

So now we are two, friends still in the end, as I am with everyone
now and again
And the war is in full swing, it's the 20's, the 40's the 60's again.
With protesters and angry civilians
With global warming and a Black president
It's civil war and world war all over again.

We're broke and we're struggling with visions of grandeur in our minds
We crave the road and hope it will get us away from all this mess
But the world is a downturn flying falling into the abyss
The end is near we know, yet we hope this will be bliss.

And, we're older now, not like we were in our 20's.
When we were swinging wild and crazy,
God, I loved the 90's, flower and music San Francisco.
Clinton was president and growth was in the air.
I was 23 and I was going everywhere.
Fashion, Art, Travel. We were going to do it all.
We did for a short time.
And then slowly one by one, we did fall.

Some of us still standing driven by success.
Ambition of sorts, still dressing to impress.

I woke up this morning and realized too
That what we have in our 20's is gone.
We can continue to try to recreate, but many people are tired.
So make new friends if you choose who want to party and light the fire.
But, let the old go. Let your old friends retire if they desire.

I'm big into letting go of anything in my wake.
I'm ready to live a free existence
Free from your aroused state.