A few more musings from 1974/76

1974

Don’t mock me in my sincerity

Your sickly green shows through

I believe in my nature

And not in your discourse

I am not a social outcast

I cast out your society first

1974

Nothing’s changed

I’ve tried

Even to build false pride

All feelings to hide laughed instead of cried

But nothing changed inside

I’m still overwhelmed by the tide

1976

I’m not Gay but I have some wonderful gay friends who I would rather be in the company off than some hypocrite I walk now on a strange but very gentle path

Winding its way through new and softer thoughts

Each step I take leads me farther from the cold road

That cuts like a black scar through my unsettled past

I seek to lose myself in the bright new foliage

My body no longer weary in its trudging travel

Vibrates with new excitement

My tread light in anticipation

My eyes wide in discovery

I am no longer shackled by the irons of society

My mind no longer lame by its ever demanding order

I walk freely into nature