“Getting Involved”

Another one of my poems from the early 80’s….

Feeling alive, dirty, depressed,
involved in sadness, enveloped in stress.

I’m that person who preaches peace,
it seems now that my resources
the ones that never finish
I have to now replenish.

It’s all confusing, earthly, you know,
a never ending bend that revolves,
a never ending frenzy that devours,
everything you’ve ever worshipped,
demolished…
falling over like a tower.

And that’s the price that is demanded,
from all whom are reprimanded,
from this day on I want to vanish,
from this world and from this hell.

It’s not really a hell for me
just a place unpleasant to be,
dissatisfaction you must obtain,
to pass the test…
you must go through strain.

If all this defines our lovely earth,
what’s it going to be like
when we’re under turf?

Under green grass, shit and dirt
probably the ideal place not to get hurt,
but if you must die before realisation
what’s the point in my continuation?

By reading this poem I hope you have learnt
something irrational, new and lateral,
from a person that tries so hard,
to achieve self knowledge
every day and every yard.