HARMONY OF ME
HARMONY OF ME
Roger A. Davis
My home on the range some thought it deranged. But I’m totally redecorating this house of harmony.
We are now draped in country classic, golden oldies and opera. Our bipolarism is forever fused in harmony in a symphony of colors, silhouettes of Picasso and Rembrandts, and Grandma Moses.
A child was born in the year of 1950 who knew himself, from birth, to be a messenger. The message was innocence and love, as every child is born to bring. But the message weakened as the innocence was dissolved when love was rejected or not given. The child loved as a faithful puppy, even as this old world beat him down. Ghosts, witches and every son-of-bitch scary thing got to this child. His own shadow was not a super hero but a woe.
But he had an insatiable appetite for heroes, especially in books, TV and cartoons. You know he was famished for protection. The bottom dollar is this: Scared shitless, God seemed so distant from him. It was God he searched for. The sun, the moon, and even the stars scared the boy, for he thought he might not see them again when the world nuclearly exploded. God had damned an evil place.
His bipolarism was about to reappear. This foxhole child started many screams of, “Help me, Jesus, or whoever will help!” Are the heavens made of stone? Rock & roll became his savior. The savage beast was suckled.
He was loved and he gave love – at the junior high school dance, while dragging Main Street and having a beer for a treat. Ah, those were the days! Life didn’t seem to be a shit-pot mess.
The beginning of the Peace Generation was the second coming of Christ God in the form of Martin Luther, the Southern Gospel music, peace and free love. Elvis the King was in the house. This stopped the cold war. The Gospel of Rock plugged the annihilation and they have passed it down to this generation.
Those in charge now are the product of party-downers. They are constantly on the go – cruises, casinos, camping, skydiving and the like. Now the next generation needs to know they will enjoy life like you all. For the world has become a fast-paced, ever-changing race for where? Many don’t think they have an eternal perspective but, yes, they do. They are serving my generation now. God will not let their reward fall unnoticed, for it is He who is getting served, because God lives in a man. That man is me, shortly to be released from another mental or medical facility.
It is now God and man restored – sane – but insanely in love with His creation. No longer estranged from my wedded bride, I now banquet with her while listening to Johnny Cash, BJ Thomas, Janis, Karen Carpenter, you name it. We groove and boogie ‘til the cows come home.
Roger A. Davis
My home on the range some thought it deranged. But I’m totally redecorating this house of harmony.
We are now draped in country classic, golden oldies and opera. Our bipolarism is forever fused in harmony in a symphony of colors, silhouettes of Picasso and Rembrandts, and Grandma Moses.
A child was born in the year of 1950 who knew himself, from birth, to be a messenger. The message was innocence and love, as every child is born to bring. But the message weakened as the innocence was dissolved when love was rejected or not given. The child loved as a faithful puppy, even as this old world beat him down. Ghosts, witches and every son-of-bitch scary thing got to this child. His own shadow was not a super hero but a woe.
But he had an insatiable appetite for heroes, especially in books, TV and cartoons. You know he was famished for protection. The bottom dollar is this: Scared shitless, God seemed so distant from him. It was God he searched for. The sun, the moon, and even the stars scared the boy, for he thought he might not see them again when the world nuclearly exploded. God had damned an evil place.
His bipolarism was about to reappear. This foxhole child started many screams of, “Help me, Jesus, or whoever will help!” Are the heavens made of stone? Rock & roll became his savior. The savage beast was suckled.
He was loved and he gave love – at the junior high school dance, while dragging Main Street and having a beer for a treat. Ah, those were the days! Life didn’t seem to be a shit-pot mess.
The beginning of the Peace Generation was the second coming of Christ God in the form of Martin Luther, the Southern Gospel music, peace and free love. Elvis the King was in the house. This stopped the cold war. The Gospel of Rock plugged the annihilation and they have passed it down to this generation.
Those in charge now are the product of party-downers. They are constantly on the go – cruises, casinos, camping, skydiving and the like. Now the next generation needs to know they will enjoy life like you all. For the world has become a fast-paced, ever-changing race for where? Many don’t think they have an eternal perspective but, yes, they do. They are serving my generation now. God will not let their reward fall unnoticed, for it is He who is getting served, because God lives in a man. That man is me, shortly to be released from another mental or medical facility.
It is now God and man restored – sane – but insanely in love with His creation. No longer estranged from my wedded bride, I now banquet with her while listening to Johnny Cash, BJ Thomas, Janis, Karen Carpenter, you name it. We groove and boogie ‘til the cows come home.
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