Early Poetry
These pages consists of my earliest surviving poems, written between age 14 to 19. Much of it has little relevance to the higher spiritual concepts found elsewhere in this site, although it forms an interesting biographical link between my formative years and later work.
Page One
Bursting Balloon
You've gotta look away you say
You cannot face another day
Well look away as far as Hell
Where you will burn every day
Try to realize
And look through your own eyes
Find the things you like
No need for me to sympathize
Stop the world spinning round
Plant your feet back on the ground
Meet the difficulties face to face
And let them hear your sound
So come down and get your new brain
Stop staring at patterns on the wall
You've gone the wrong way
What you see means nothing at all
So Psychadelic Sam
You're under my command
Come get on your feet
And walk across the street
Have a conversation
With someone from a different nation
Walk around at night
Look at the stars so bright
Now you know there's hope
And no more need to grope
Look out at the rain
Press your face against the pane
Pull the bark from a tree
And watch the insects flee
You're gaining all the way
You've caught back with today
So Psychadelic Sam
You're on your own command
To wander as you please
One day we'll meet again
You cannot face another day
Well look away as far as Hell
Where you will burn every day
Try to realize
And look through your own eyes
Find the things you like
No need for me to sympathize
Stop the world spinning round
Plant your feet back on the ground
Meet the difficulties face to face
And let them hear your sound
So come down and get your new brain
Stop staring at patterns on the wall
You've gone the wrong way
What you see means nothing at all
So Psychadelic Sam
You're under my command
Come get on your feet
And walk across the street
Have a conversation
With someone from a different nation
Walk around at night
Look at the stars so bright
Now you know there's hope
And no more need to grope
Look out at the rain
Press your face against the pane
Pull the bark from a tree
And watch the insects flee
You're gaining all the way
You've caught back with today
So Psychadelic Sam
You're on your own command
To wander as you please
One day we'll meet again
Going Away
It's night time
The moon is making a line
Shining across the water
Shining on my daughter
She calls me
She calls out daddy
Daddy come and see
The moonbeam with me
Shining across the sea
Shining on me
She said let's go away from the city dad
Let's go away where we won't get mad
Let's get away from the city
Just you and mom and me
We'll live by the sea
Happily
Please listen girl I've got something to say
Your mother will not be coming away
Your mother will not be back today
Please understand
She has gone away
The moon is making a line
Shining across the water
Shining on my daughter
She calls me
She calls out daddy
Daddy come and see
The moonbeam with me
Shining across the sea
Shining on me
She said let's go away from the city dad
Let's go away where we won't get mad
Let's get away from the city
Just you and mom and me
We'll live by the sea
Happily
Please listen girl I've got something to say
Your mother will not be coming away
Your mother will not be back today
Please understand
She has gone away
Captain Emptyhead (and the shell people)
We walked into a party the other night, Leaving our sober selves behind
We had to laugh at the people
Of a different kind
They were the type who copy others
Who don't even make any sense
They don't see their own sadness
And cannot lament
We hear them talk about us
Being people not good enough
And how we don't talk cool
When we say the music is just a tool
The hostess glides across the floor
Kissing the men who hold out their arms
She thinks it's her personality
When really it's just her physical charms
It's Captain Emptyhead and the shell people
I feel like I'm looking through a key hole
Captain Emptyhead and the shell people
Why are they here and what is their role
We had to laugh at the people
Of a different kind
They were the type who copy others
Who don't even make any sense
They don't see their own sadness
And cannot lament
We hear them talk about us
Being people not good enough
And how we don't talk cool
When we say the music is just a tool
The hostess glides across the floor
Kissing the men who hold out their arms
She thinks it's her personality
When really it's just her physical charms
It's Captain Emptyhead and the shell people
I feel like I'm looking through a key hole
Captain Emptyhead and the shell people
Why are they here and what is their role
Good Times Tommorow
There is a girl for me somewhere
I know I can feel her out there
Is she too really waiting for me
I suppose in time I shall see
How much waiting is involved
My insides are boiling up
Am I gonna blow up
How much longer must I wait
Before the girl of my dreams will show up
On the lonely road to work each day
I look at the sky and I want to pray
Is the girl over there who is starting to stare
The one that I don't want to let get away
She walks past me
And she smiles nervously
Well what do I say
Besides how is your day
How much waiting is involved
My insides are boiling up
Am I gonna blow up
How much longer should I wait
For the girl of my dreams to show up
I know I can feel her out there
Is she too really waiting for me
I suppose in time I shall see
How much waiting is involved
My insides are boiling up
Am I gonna blow up
How much longer must I wait
Before the girl of my dreams will show up
On the lonely road to work each day
I look at the sky and I want to pray
Is the girl over there who is starting to stare
The one that I don't want to let get away
She walks past me
And she smiles nervously
Well what do I say
Besides how is your day
How much waiting is involved
My insides are boiling up
Am I gonna blow up
How much longer should I wait
For the girl of my dreams to show up
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