Road has a way of making
Every moment of home a vision
Past remembrances that took away
What innocence I thought I’d had
My rambling price that I never did pay
With the Devil and his soft business
A saddle and a bottle
That keeps dryin’ me up.
There’s a smell I remember
And keep lookin’ round to see
Since she smiled so nicely at me.
What could be better than trying, anyway?
I never looked the way I remember it did
Though I had many good chance
Don’t ask me when I’ll be back.
Tag: road
Trip Soldier (day 2678)
Whisper into decay
Follow that road
Grab on with all ten
And bring your soldier
Passionately abreast
For wind dies down
Sails drop slack
Winter comes
And logs burn out
Leaving that soldier
Wondering where
Time has gone
Lethargically trippin’.
Frosted (day 2654)
When everything around comes to light
Fancies all the shine
Weather takes a lot to grow
Winter of my mind
Can you take me along the road
Fundamental ritual
Carry off a long cleansing
Frosted lies the earth
Eve’s Glow (day 2644)
The Moon walked me to sleep tonight
Slowly down the road
Splashing in partially exposed puddles
Reflecting Eve’s pale glow
My echo rumbled deep within
And off unseen giants skin
Ursa Major reared, head ablaze
As I found my bed to tuck in
No, Not Lost (day 2634)
I tried to make it out of here
To a land I’d never been
But as the roads
Familiar to me
Led me back again
I realized I had always been
Here, forevermore.
Dusting Ferns (day 2633)
Walking hides my feelings,
Like a good turn on the wrong road.
I’ve shaven all my eyebrows clean
And recited fifteen lines of poetry
From Edgar Allen Poe;
So I don’t lie here alone
As dusk settles
I lie here with Gothic mansions
And morbid expressions
Upon cobblestone roads
And lampposts casting awkward glances.
Faint sounds infiltrate
My active imagination
Leaving goosebumps
Chanting spell bound rhythms
Into my sandy shoes
Lightly dusting the ferns
That play havoc
On the rose of my thought
Exploding into the diary of this pain
I have left behind again.
Overwhelm (day 2620)
This is the feeling of overwhelm:
Two days of rain and projects building up,
Floor bound when flight’s on,
Time to readdress.
This short story takes turns
Down a windy road
With frequent signs of introspection
No matter how many steps to the top.
Self imposed time crunch
Rehearses for none
Though all week long there’s been impending stops
Leaking through the roof.
How frequent doth thou mind relook
Over building plans and agreed terms,
Dollar signs and debits.
And when nighttime comes,
Hard day’s toil leaves sleep slow
When the cold wind blows ever nearer
The open window of deception.
Old Wagon Road (day 2608)
There used to be a sign
Along the Old Wagon Road that read:
“Past here is what’s ahead
Gone is what’s behind
Don’t turn back for anything
Or the sight will leave you blind.”
Seventeen men were said
To have taken ill advice
Whos remains are rumored laid
Ten paces from that sign.
But if you keep towards the road,
Visions that brought you forth
The Old Wagon Road will help
The slope and yours align.
Not many have ever failed here,
Though not many have dared come
But many’ an hour still to spend
Upon the Old Wagon Road.
Harvest (day 2607)
There’s a warm wind blowin’ ’round here
Sky’s been turning red
Dog keeps pawing at me
Leaves’ve started fallin’ down
I’ve got one too many fancies
Rollin’ on down the road
Keeps my mind a wondering
Even as I lay in bed
Had to work hard for it
Found it in a single apple
That I caught just before it
Found its way to the ground
So I’ll keep watching
For you at the harvest
Faceless Diversions (day 2600)
The ancient roads were slowly abandonned
As the nematodes took over
Selfless shapeless objects of mass hysteria
General consumption paved the way
Leaving double track lanes lost
At one time, busy with folk lore and dust
Now abandonned to the mirth
For a faceless mother with a legal binder.