"They say," the end is near.
Even the Moody Blues sung,
"One more time to live and
I have made it mine."
When they hadn't made anything at all . . .
except "music" almost no one really heard
that transcended all before or since
in first six albums, almost touching heaven,
. . . while I climbed Jacob's Ladder, deep within.
Didn't want to be an Andy Warhol guru+,
just heard. Still found only few who listen,
somehow knowing it's true, and not false,
while I wait and hope to see faces lit of heaven . . .
. . . not far off now . . .
--9/14/07
Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Friday, September 14, 2007
Faces . . .

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