Largely autobiographical, Memoirs of a Flower Child offers a responsible look at my life, and the lives and times around me, through the agonizing process of my maturation, from the aberrant child of the 1950's that I was, to the aging child of 2011, with a gut-level honesty and forthright accounting of what my day and time have done to me as a person. This is the reality of one flower child, who has survived all the physical and mental illnesses, all the trials and tribulations of those magical, mystical times commonly referred to as the 60's. I am a survivor, and have regained enough health...

The unrequited has been granted license to luxuriate in language as a lover and a poet, and it is just that license that Mr Geisinger and Dark Eyes herself, allow him to run off with. This poetry is unique, in that these are nearly period pieces, but not overtly lurid at the same time. He could not resist sprinkling some other poetry into the pie, to give the offering an eclectic flavor, but the majority of this poetry is joyful, even pleasant to read. Some of the images must surely haunt the reader for some time to come. I offer you Dark Eyes.

When one considers the sad fate of the flower children of the 60s and the 70s, of this America of ours, one considers a calamity of major proportions, of which I've attempted to set down in writing. America is concerned with an assimilation of peoples, conquering within. In the final analysis, the individual, the maverick, the freedom fighter, has been overcome by the establishment. In the final analysis, there is only one individual, only one who is also a maverick, and the final freedom fighter, who stands absolutely alone and vulnerable before all the wiles, of the ever more powerful,...

Blizoid is a playful term, for how one feels when turning, or having turned. Wasted would be the same thing. It's that envious, coveted state of mind one hopes to reach by turning. There is a level of ThC buildup in the bloodstream, in which short term memory cells function at that final time, but are wiped clean of recall later. Alcohol achieves a similar effect on memory, at certain blood levels. Another suspect of memory disfunction, would be Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and frontal lobe epilepsy. "We're burning braincells, man," would have been a good joke to laugh at, if it weren't so...