POETRY:
NOT SO RECENT WRITINGS:
(excerpts from "... the mind of ..." manuscripts)
The NUMBERED series:
I
II
III
IV
V
VI
VII
VIII
IX
X
XI
XII
XIII
XIV
XV
XVI
XVII
The RULES of POETIC VERSE examples:
A Villanelle
RECENT WRITINGS:
From a window
I must have got lost
PROSE:
RANDOM PIECES OF PAPER:	 
THOUGHT FRAGMENTS:	 

-I-

When things aren't going
the way they were before
And everyone's trying
to find the door.
Just close your eyes
and look inside,
But don't mistake it
for a place to hide.
(date unknown)


-II-

Everyone's pointing the way
Trying to tell the story  
Of what is right and what is wrong
Their big desire is glory.          
Oh greedy, vain, monsterous animal
The city plays your epitaph.  
For long since has the angelic voice of the earth
Cried out in pain at your destructive qualities .
Her gentle breezes blocked by cubicals of red tape
Across the door of freedom    
But patiently she waits in the harmonics
Of a swaying field of wheat,
Time ticking away frame after frame
Of life's experience and continuing on
Though we as individuals pass away.
(7706/10/1610)


-III-

I don't know what to play
To let my feelings go .
I don't know what to write
To let the people know.
Take command of the situation
Extend a careful look,
To what is all around you
In the sky, underwater, on foot.
As you move, move your mind
In conjunction with your will.
As you speak, speak your heart
Let your vocal thoughts still.
(date unknown)


-IV-

Reach back and touch your mind,
Move all around your body.
(date unknown)


-V-

(To Angie)
The secrets I told you were real images of my much forgotten past. 
The how and when of the resolution is seen very near, and never before 
have I been able to learn so much in so little time as I have with you.
Still there's confusion because like you both sides are	appealing, yet 
one has dominated and unlike you that dominance	has put a mental block on me. 
If ever I wanted to rid	myself of anything more I wish it to be gone now. 
I reach out to you, to touch you, to feel your warmth. 
The feeling I get from it makes me wonder how much I've missed. 
I want to know that feeling.
( date unknown )
	

-VI-

In the beginning there was harmony among all living
creatures, and everything flowed with a positive
radiance that portrayed the beauty of God.
It was at this time that nature took its course and
meticulously kept balance among all that were its
parts and there was Peace.
(date unknown)


-VII-

Following a fly with the mind
Instead of your eyes
Watching its past and its future
ln trails of woven stature you realize
That the earth is alive and speaks
Through the sighs of the wind blown grass
To clouds floating past              
And to any ear that strives to hear
Without a fear regardless of size
And your eyes now noblely wise
Look off to the point where the sky
Kisses the earth and you laugh with mirth
As you consciously see all the movement
Between you and me and BEYOND.
(date unknown)


-VIII-

Everyone is reaching out trying to touch another, but
never taking time to converse and getting lost within
our own fear of rejection. Stop, slow down, its time
to look around and don't get caught in hangups for the
ground is the hardest part of learning when we fall.

The eye to eye, the body talk, the vocal intonations
all signify a certain thought to help us understand
the situation more clearly. Perceive, believe, be more
aware, erase the program tapes. Listen hard, be more
alert, you'll find the answer there.

Don't try to play an image, relax and be yourself. The
truth comes out when the masks are down and the inner
light shines forth. Communicate, don't be afraid, there
is no easier way of telling those you love, that you do
love and would like to share the feeling with them.
(date unknown)


-IX-

How could you have been decieved,
The answers were always there.
Instead you lingered on the unimportant,
Like clothes, music and hair.

Take heed, the structure crumbles down,
It falls before your feet.
The old ideas are now invalid,
The confrontation heats.

You've been programmed into believing,
That everything's O-K.
You try to control your children,
And they push you all away.

The experiences you suffered
Were springing ideas you bought?
While all the time throughout your life,
The truth is what you sought.
(date unknown)


-X-

Somewhere in the midst of unconscious mind,
A hidden world there you'll find.
(date unknown)


-XI-

Here is
A prac-  
Tice poem
For you.

I hope
It helps
Relieve
The blues.

But lf
It don't,
Don't feel
Too bad.

It's not
The on-
Ly one
I have.


-XII-

Altas, the plane flies overhead
And drowns the thoughts from in my head.
Perhaps one day the route they'll change,
Or maybe the hours they'll rearrange.  
Then not on my dreams the noise will tread.
(7711/05/2154)


-XIII-

(To Angie)
Oh, where be thou now my Angie,
I don't understand this matter.
Some nights my eyes pour salted water
And wonde ing why these things come to me
Filled with sadness not with glee.
No sorrow had come any greater
Than waking in the night without her.
If I don't understand I cannot see.
Then once while walking in a dream,
Her voice, her smile were in the air,  
And I felt her so very close.
But things had changed or so it seems.
Her heart has taken her elsewhere
And mine has left me otiose.
(7711/05/0844)


-XIV-

To see what's outside one must first look inside.
Forget about yourself.
Listen to what's around you.
Man must reproduce.
There is an entity of good and an entity of evil.
Understanding without knowledge.
Man is equal with all living forms.
Meditate on the Divine Sphere.
Do not speak internally.
Become one with everything.
(7607/15/1304)


-XV-

A young child forced into what he can't do.
From his peers the pressure builds inside,
A leap to fantasy as he tries to hide.
His mind projecting a luminous blue.
Loneliness, sorrow, follow too.
By virtuous rules does he try to abide,
But he finds that society's lawmakers lied.
Protecting themselves with words that are new.
But now growing up he has come to see
The secrets of the earth and sky.
And finding this he has come to be
A man in search of the reasons why
His door of life has not a key
To open wide the joys of love which pass him
(date unknown)


-XVI-

To be humble is to be wise.
Remember body discipline.
Acceptance without association.
Yogic asanas is important to the rising of consciousness.
I note that they, the asanas should proceed
in a way contingent with that of an
internal to external self discipline.
(7607/21/2345)


-XVII-

Internal meditation,
External meditation,
co-ordination walk.
These develop the Divine Sphere.
(date unknown)

A Villanelle  (By Michael Turner)

I cry alone at night
My heart beats on and on
The time for me just isn't right

I search the darkness for an inner light
For joy which seems gone
I cry alone at night

I try to reach those who might
just know why darkness is long
The time for me just isn't right

What love a rainbow brings to sight
when it's not exposed to neon
I cry alone at night

I try to write my word real tight
To pass my feeling on
The time for me just isn't right

Society gnaws it scratches,   it bite's
It makes me feel like leaving
I cry alone at night
The time for me just isn't right

	

FROM A WINDOW (David Michael Turner 4/4/2003)

From a window I hear the laughter on the street below
A chorus of muted conversations highlighted by the sounds
of merriment that I don't seem to understand.
From a window I see couples hand in hand, arms around each other.
I well up with tears at the thought of the closeness which never
seems to have come my way and which to me is alien.
From a window, I smell the coming of the storm in the night.
I fight hard against the rain that rages in my mind and
comes to overflowing in tears running down my face.
From a window, I touch no one, and no one touches me.
Like a child abandoned, knowing nothing more than its
hunger and thirst for love unquenched.
From a window, I speak silently the pain that knows no end.
Like a shadow ever present, It wraps around me and envelops
my heart in a shroud of darkness that leaves me mute.
From a window, I sense no reprive from my approaching death.
Ever beckoning me to drink deep the foulness of my own
sadness mixed with the poison of my sorrows.
From a window, I know of no one who has want of me.
Alone I stand, wondering what ever were the signs
that I must have overlooked that leaves me now loveless, watching
From a window.

I MUST HAVE GOT LOST (David Michael Turner 4/4/2003)

I must have got lost, somewhere, sometime, so long ago.
But being headstrong and arrogant I plunged on, into the dark,
Surrounding myself with optimistic delusions about a light at the
end of some superficial tunnel to which I would
eventually arrive, clothed with pride at having made
the journey on instinct and my own individual ideologies.
Having gone no where, I am surrounded now by tall branching barriers.
They block the way ahead, and I don't know the way back.
I am suspended amongst the anguish of my unfulfilled heart, having
lost myself somewhere along the road, which while
traveling seemed beckoning me on, to find such an end
that would justify the making and means of my soul.