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To A Journey Not So Far Away

Life is a journey through many terrain
From gardens of pleasure to deserts of pain
From an ocean of love to a jungle of hate
From Mountains of glory to canyons of fate.

There's a highway for joy and a highway for sorrow
A Road for today and a road for tomorrow.

So choose your path wisely and walk with care
If you follow your heart, you'll find your way there.

I've been to the garden and planted seeds there.
I've been to the desert and felt the despair.

I've swam in the ocean and drank of it's wine
I climbed up the mountain to touch the sky.

I went to the canyon and started to cry
I've traveled both highways, both today And tomorrow.

I've basked in the joy and wallowed in sorrow.
My Path has been chosen and I've walked it with care.

I followed My heart and I'm on my way there

So I'll just keep walking till I find what I'm after.
To Mountains and oceans and Gardens of laughter.

To A Journey Not So Far Away.

Vision of The Abandonment

 Must I, for the sake of maturity, abandon my former self?

Is it too wrong to expect a little piece of childhood could tag along on my ride to adulthood?


Let me by, you bastard disciple of urbanism and commercialism, I don't need your baseless lies, your corrupting excuse for a man, for a life, for living.


Why does a man, heroic and true
whom knows the greatest sports,
venture into darkness
and cast his companions to Hell?


Fear.
Fear is the beating heart of all man;
the sharpest spear in the armory;
a piercing light in the vale;
yet, why, why does this Spirit
flee from us,
turn us aside,
and abandon us when YOU need him most?


Perhaps, better a great millstone
fastened round his neck
and to be drowned in the depth of the sea,
than to abandoned his charge in their time of need.


But all the same, charge or not,
abandon they will and abandon they must,
for fear is not yet what we see it to be,
for mortal man is but cowardly,
upon this day, thrice he will,
abandon his friend, before the cock's echo crows,
and the devil sleek smile upon his respites.


Yet, fear not,
for even in this dark respite,
merriment grows and much delight,
for the joy of the present will be thus compounded,
and the so called God returns, to avenge his brethren,
and when it does, Justice there shall be,
upon all the Earth, and throughout Eternity.


So, listen well, ye mortal fair,
for your souls cast penance upon the mire,
and within a time, upon the return,
you shall not again flee your charge,
for when you do, cast down in might,
for this so called God will be King, and all shall be right.


To be feared and abandoned can lead to such a gluttonous crime, but yet it goes on for days and nights. Each individual has a path and the path they choose is their own. 


I for one choose the long road ahead of me; where does it lead, who knows. 


This is The Abandonment. 

Vision of a Death and farewell

You told us how you weren't afraid to die,
Standing above the crowd,
We wish you well.


He had a voice that was strong and loud,
Well then, so long, We'll miss him.


Ranting and pointing his finger,
At everything but his heart.
No way to recall,
What it was that you had said to me,
As if I care at all.


You took a stand on every little thing,
Standing above the crowd.
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way,
Someone who would die for me.

You've claimed all this time that you would die for me,
To ascend you must die
You must be crucified
For our sins and our lies
Goodbye...

October is here

A cold day, though only October,
And the grass has grayed
Like the frost that hardened it
This morning.

And this morning

After the wind left
With its pile of clouds
The broken fence steamed, sunlight spread
Like seed from one field
To another, out of a bare sycamore
Sparrows lifted above the ridge.

In the ditch an owl shuffled into a nest
Of old leaves and cotton,
A black tassel of lizard flapping
From its beak. Mice
and ants gathered under the flat ground
And slipped downward like water,
A coyote squatted behind granite,
Her ears tilting
Towards a rustle, eyes dark
With winter to come.