I haven't posted any poetry for a while. Today I was thinking about peace, love, and understanding and the late, great Jimi Hendrix came to mind. Most of his poems eventually became songs. I have read that he always considered himself to be a poet first. Here are a few words that he penned the year that I was born.
Written in 1966
My friends of fashion
Turned out to be my enemies of thought
They don't dig the way I'm thinkin'
They say they adore my chequered bell-bottoms
And wine-colored socks
But in reality one of us is faking
So what do I do after thinking about you
And your beautiful long-haired friends?
I just hope and pray that someday
They'll all begin to appreciate the bag I'm livin' in