Posted on Mar 4th, 2009
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Rob
Well, my name was to be Lecky. It's the old Irish surname. But dad would have none of it! Oh no, So I became Robert Edward, the first name being unrelated to anything, the middle name the nod to my mom's mom's side in some fashion.
Lecky. That was to be my name.
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Posted on Mar 6th, 2009
by Rob
Mrs. Bronstein, Mr. Christmas,
Paul and Lyon
made my days.
Mr. Bean, those with
no imaginations
I endured
with my daze.
The pot, the music,
the school cop,
we were loud,
proud, and
all mixed up.
The war in 'Nam,
the SDS,
memories
of 1968.
We preached free
love,
and demonstrated
some hate.
It wasn't easy then,
a bit like now,
with all the goings on
we ask ourselves
how
we will change all this.
Back then we thought
we knew.
How silly we were.
We moved out to a farm,
and the work was true,
and harder than
we thought.
Magical thinking.
Eight Miles high,
now dropping fast.
Inner disarmament
is where it's at.
I still study,
read a lot,
I have a teacher,
or ten.
I find that what I
like now is what I
liked then.
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Posted on Mar 23rd, 2009
by Rob
Why ask why?
Or if that sounds too muck
like a beer commercial,
why not?
What answer lies without?
Can you give me
something you
do not have?
Will you gain anything
you can take with you
when you leave
by looking without?
Your career? Your
young stud
or trophy wife?
Your dog?
Wealth?
Your boat or
car?
Your house, books,
guns, cds, art, stamp
or coin collection.
Will you be buried with
this "stuff" so
future generations will
find what you amassed
and left behind?
Yet if you look within,
there you will
find many things
that cannot be
takewn away,
nor go away.
You will find
the true of you.
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