"Having Waited"

You speak of having waited-

So you have waited long:
Long!
Long!
Long!

Searching for those beautiful words:

Oh, those beautiful words!

And then out of nowhere,
There appeared a song:

Like-

This song!

And though at first
You were weak,
You soon waxed strong:

With a love suddenly perceived,
Which seemed too much to be believed:

But there it was...

And you realized
In the remembrance
Of former dreams-

It was as if it had always been prophesied:

And when the song was completed-
In your heart, you sighed!

For you had waited long:
Long!
Long!
Long!

Searching for those beautiful words:

Oh, those beautiful words!

When out of nowhere,
There appeared a song:

Like-

This song!

Oh, this strange love song...

I know-
I know-
This very strange,
And odd love song!

"Is Love Such A Frivolous Thing?"

At your convenience?

At my convenience?

Is love such a frivolous thing?

Often notoriously fragile,
Sometimes an illusion-

About which the poets,
Rock and pop stars sing-

So much joy or pain to be discovered:

Something that might last forever:

Or turn into so many broken hearts,
Where the pieces can never be recovered:

And placed together again....

"Nobody Wants To Be Alone" ( A Lyric )

You listen to the music...

The music that allows you
To slip contentedly
Into one of your dreams:

And whichever one
Comes to you,
Or you choose:

It begins to build-

Until the momentum
Takes you
Out of this existence-

Into a world of your own-

Where you're not alone...

Because you don't want to be alone!

Yet you're not really alone-

Because nobody wants to be alone:

And there's millions
That don't want to be alone-

And you don't want to be alone!

Because nobody wants to be alone:

And you don't want to be alone!

But you're not alone...

Because nobody wants to be alone:

(It's so sad when you're all alone)...

Because nobody wants to be alone:

You don't want to be-

And I don't want to be-

Alone...

Who wants to be-

Alone?

Nobody wants to be alone!

"Twenty-First Century"

I think...

And I feel...

That it's more typical,
And the thrill
That you should love me-

In this: The twenty-first century!

And remember-

Remember-

There's the poetry!

This verse sent for you to read...

So maybe
What you want to do is phone-

Celebrate with me
Some old re-discovered song-

One that I've gone
Back listening to
When I'm alone-

And I'm without you...

Don't forget me!

Oh, no, not now-

Not now...

It shouldn't be
That you would want
To bring me down:

In this: Which is our love in the twenty-first century!

For even with all the time
That has slipped by,
Still I believe-

I believe...

I believe...

In this: Our love in the twenty-first century!

Oh, well-

Such a romantic tale...

In this: Our love in the twenty-first century!

For I say this is indeed our love meant to be in the twenty-first century!

"Through It All (A Song)"

Oh, through it all-

My thought has persisted:

Interchangeable
Off and on
With sanity-

Insanity:

Reality-

And fantasy!

But no matter...

For I do think
I've been consistent:

Continuously-

Oh, endlessly-

In this- my love for you!

And I know quite well,
As time does tell-

That I've done much more
Than simply existed-

With you:

Oh, these many years through!

So yes- deep within my heart,
My thought has indeed persisted:

And I've not resisted!

No- not once in the thought-

That it was meant to be:

Even inserting that well-worn phrase-

Yes... here it comes:

"You and me!"

Therefore-

Need I ask you,
What else could I-
Or can I do?

"Subsequently"

Subsequently the alchemist:

1963-

And a time traveler
Can take a walk
Back into the past...

Dallas- Dallas-

Time slowed down,
But at the same moment-

It was moving way too fast:

In music alone-

The Beatles
Hadn't arrived yet:

And Elvis
Was no longer
Such a sure bet.

But everybody loved
Watching TV-

It was America- 1963.

And well,
To me,
In looking back
Into the history-

It wasn't that
There was all that much
About Kennedy:

But it seemed somebody
Was really playing hardball-

An early version
I would suppose,
Of "Shock and Awe."

And there was just something
About Lee Harvey Oswald:

That just didn't feel right-

And the feeling
Continues on into the now:

Historically-

If not some conspiracy...

Just like a merry-go-round.

But it was America- 1963.

Yes, it was... America.

America-

America-

America- 1963.

"Scribbles"

Scribbles-
These words,
These words,
These lines-
They're my scribbles:
But as far as scribbles-
These scribbles-
It just goes to show,
Not all the mad are inside: You know?

So you slide,
I slide,
We slide...

Oh, troubled soul!

And yet how I know,
I cannot disappoint those- Yes? / No?

No! No! No!
For I must remember
Like in Bedlam of old,
How they, the mad-
Were forced to wear ghost clothes...

And so like a carnival ride:

The whole world,
It slowly begins to slide...

It slides! It slides! It slides!

Proving as I've already said,
Not all the mad are only inside:

And that's not even counting
The ones that are dead...

Oh, no, no, no, no:

But-
These lines,
These lines,
These words-
Are scribbles:

My scribbles-

These scribbles-

My scribbles-

These scribbles-

Scribbles.

Scribbles.

Scribbles.