The only real poems
I ever wrote are in
the hearts of the people
that loved them

(yes I:
wrote some poems
rode my motorcycles
loved some women
met some goddesses

Sat stone faced with the
masters after transcedning
into the light inside

came back the the West
to thrash around on the shores
of 1st world control

tried to suceed in the animal
heirarchy of lust and greed
and fear

But I may have made someone smile
eased a care of a friend
allowed some few to love me)