Not to be spun around too fast

[Atehequa]

All those years that have passed on by
Oh how the strange times are ever changing
Seemingly surviving them all, by staying high
Existing in my state of lower evolution
Around me swirls a cultural revolution
Perpetual change as life spins much too fast
Those I've left behind, never saying farewell
Rather clear memories of them still last

It seems as if it was almost yesterday
Those experiences which occurred decades ago
Before making the beds on which we would lay
A few winters past that summer of love
Lower your voices when standing above
In their infancy today's monsters, yet to be feared
Yesterday's sweet wine now turns to bitter poison
Milhous hated Winston's hair and beard

Rock-n-Roll music atop it's artistic peak
It seems whatever goes up most always will descend
Those subtle changes day by day and week to week
Imagination, hands, art and free thought
All of which should not be sold or bought
I guess a good many people were too high to care
Or else seduced then sedated and gently prodded
Unknown risks which no one will dare

Junkies, no matter if either rich or poor
The poison fruits of fame and feeling much too good
Cocaine opened windows and then locked the door
Speed balls hitting them between their eyes
Injected into it's stem and the blossom dies
A skag junkie's last seconds of life are never painful
While silly potheads usually push on to a ripe old age
Though at times they tend to be forgetful

Trying not to forget what I intend to write
The wild cascades of thoughts flowing out of my head
These times grow stranger and I'm not wrapped too tight
Yet still able to traverse a wild country mile
Perched on a ridge and entranced for awhile
Concerns regarding an uncertain future and losing my past
Feeling different, but reluctant to accept what is offered
Perpetual change will not spin me too fast

There is somewhere else I would rather be
Kissing Stephanie Tilson in the laurel by Lynnhaven Lake
Or smoking grass with my good friends way back in 1973
These modern times can perplex an old soul
Ever aware of what can pull me down in a hole
Having climbed out of far too many in my life and times
The earth was always much too full to swallow me up
Allowing adventures and a few more rhymes

[the mingo]

These modern times can perplex an old soul
Ever aware of what can pull me down in a hole

These are not the only words I could quote from this but these right here struck this moment's chord the loudest -

[judih]

walked with you in the poem
i'm still wondering how it is that the years go by while i'm asking the same questions

[the mingo]

i'm still wondering how it is that the years go by while i'm asking the same questions

[saw]

a journey i am familiar with, from stem to stern......

" Trying not to forget what i intend to write
The wild cascades of thoughts flowing out of my head
These times grow stranger and I'm not wrapped too tight
Yet still able to traverse a wild country mile
Perched on a ridge and entranced for awhile
Concerns regarding an uncertain future and losing my past
feeling different, but reluctant to accept what is offered
Perpetual change will not spin me too fast"

really love that stanza

[Doreen Peri]

Love this! I read it 2x. I'll be back to read it again.