Ode To Thomas H. Keyes
from Summer Breeze
where ever you are
8 April 2001
thank
you for your presence last evening sunset full moon wake
true
love passing thru the abyss
that
only which may
your
gifts remain
remembered
your
music,
poetry,
kindness
the
depth of your blue soul eyes
in
this indeginious starving world
26 March 2001
when
all hope is gone there is anger
shall
we blame the apple for the worm
no
evolved
humans live by conscious choice
apples
become humus eaten or not eaten
seeds
contain the germ of life
will
sustain us in another time/space
remember
me
i'll
be the apple head with arms and legs flying
one
big bite of a hole upon my brow
3 p.m.
the news arrived
you
suffer no more
~~~~:> <:~~~~
16 March 2001
I tired,
Tom, to get the world's attention
regarding
the cruel Thailand jails,
how you
suffered their inhumanity - the details,
well
never mind the details,
no one
who might help change Thailand's corrupt legal system, will listen.
The story
of systematized destruction of human souls will not improve their ratings.
when the world is too much with us what else to do but poem
why does it feel like you are still here if you are gone
"because love, given, lives beyond life"
you laugh, "did you ever doubt it?"yes i grieve
i grieve for this sorry world you saw too clearly
experienced too personally
railed too long
if you are truly gone from this incarnation i
imagining now you get to know and understand
all those millions of notes from your classical guitar found millions of ears touched thousands of hearts
(one pays their dues only touching one)
may i presume or assume your hobbing with the big boys
discussing notes lost and found?O Tom
i wish i had told you my objections of morality
were the Thai people's aristocracy not you
i know
every flower you ever loved received
your all your precious love
what you gave the Thai was in flesh
it was not sitting on the mountain top chanting
surviving nine months of hell was miraculous
returning to a world of no understanding
unbearable
how could i wish other
than what you wish for yourself
may you then find your
final lovermay you find your way home
when the world is too much with us what else to do but poem
where ever you are
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