Atlantic City, NJ, April 15, 1972
Going around in circles
we try faster and faster.
We start to get dizzy,
but we enjoy it,
since we think we are getting high.
Atlantic City, NJ, April 15, 1972
Going around in circles
we try faster and faster.
We start to get dizzy,
but we enjoy it,
since we think we are getting high.
Atlantic City, NJ, April 15, 1972
The vibes were so strong,
that I had to feel them
like in a dream of warmth,
togetherness, totalization, lifting.
Atlantic City, NJ, April 8, 1972
Clouds hide the light from coming through.
A soft breeze moves the clouds,
while I look at the sky
with that hope in my eyes, waiting and active.
Everything keeps on moving
and the shine is more intense;
the night has to come
and the darkness with it,
but also, a new day.
Atlantic City, NJ, April 6, 1972
Going back is not necessarily
going backwards
To climb a tree is not necessarily
getting higher
She can get higher
by digging a hole,
and go further
by returning.
Philadelphia, Penna., April 6, 1972
Different kinds of people;
like in any park.
Antennas and trees, all pointing at the sky.
Somebody writing in a corner,
somebody smiling back.
Atlantic City, NJ, April 5, 1972
While I open my hands,
you close yours,
and the confused, scared face
keeps on growing in you,
after long times of closed people
or facing the back of them.
Atlantic City, NJ, April 3, 1972
We have been striving for that moment,
all of our lives.
We have been thinking that,
union is what we want.
Wildwood, NJ, March 30, 1972
It had to happen.
I was waiting for it
and it has made me very happy.
What a weird thing is to make love;
in a way, you lose your defenses
and pretty faces, masks.
You can still fake it, but not so much,
and even if it’s possible, what for?
Wildwood, NJ, March 30, 1972
How can you cry while you smile?
How can you love while you lie?
How can you kill while you pray?
Is it true that you can only do both,
without knowing the difference in between?
Wildwood, NJ, March 30, 1972
There are things in life
that you don’t want to remember.
There are people that you know,
that you wish you could forget,
maybe, ‘cause you want them back,
knowing that it won’t happen.