July 5 25

I'm trying to find the words
My life is a blur
From the beginning of Black Sabbath 
To the end.
It's not that I lived everyday
With the sound of their words
But that they took me somewhere 
When they started.
My thoughts in this world 
The actions I took
Can all be traced to those days.
The dreams, the mistakes
The glad and the sad
Were sparked by the visions
That grew then.
The year 1970
Experimentation my norm
Images deepened and riveted
With Sabbath.
It's all a long chain 
But that link has not failed 
I cry when I think
Of my strange stories.
They ended you see
On my 70th birthday,
And I wonder how time has planned it.
I haven't given in to becoming a ghost
I fight each day in some unusual way
To continue my life as expected.
But I question the sign
It has come to an end
Please God let there be
Another adventure around the bend.

07/06/25


My Black Sabbath dress.1970.


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