Poetry From The Road Series - Volume 1 #1 Here I sit, drifting in and out of a lonliness - but the kind of lonliness that is there to keep you company. Nothing too familiar is awaiting my gaze... ...it only sits... ...and waits... like me - outside of the sun - waiting to be let back in. #2 myfeetaredirty andIlookatmyfeetthinkingtheyneedtobecleaned butIlookatmyfeetandseethememoriesoftoday toobigtobewasheddownthedrain #3 some people will never change locked into a life that is living them no way out but ahead and the dreams of a past lest forgotten it only takes one decision - to the left - - to the right - dream of the greener grass my friends & break free for it's only a fence and it's easy to climb over or under #4 You are able to move, dance in the wind... yet your backdrop is stone. Is this the way it should be? Dazzle, sparkle, & shine - throwing the light this way and that. - you are young - - showing off - The stone once moved too, you know! #5 The day that I didn't care, everything seemed to live in a dream. Have you ever seen an apple that was orange? I have. But oranges are apples and today I feel fine. I wouldn't mind hiding behind that wall, but it's actually only a long line of toothpaste stream. If I wanted clean teeth I would be in a world all my own... like that guy! Look at that smile - rivals the sun - such a brilliant persona - a God! Would the moon be jealous - or is it just me? #6 My legs are the tree trunks consumed by minds fire. A prophet, a wiseman - spurred on by desire. My thoughts piercing bullets with nothing concealed - All losing their meaning as I cease turning the wheels. #7 You hide behind your veil of distance, ready to make an appearance. An enigma with a hint of truth - too much - I'm here. I'm waiting! It's me though - I've created this beautiful tension - I've kept you waiting. I've kept the world waiting. But the world can wait... will wait... You I hold too much respect, you I will see - soon - together! - we dance our words - Under the same sultry moon. #8 I liked it when we danced our words meant everything and implied nothing about our feelings with the ones we loved we too could be happy! #9 Hours & hours of nothingness and my mind wanders - Great things are afloat as I'm whisked away to the Eat Beef capitol of the world.

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