Hold me, hold me,
And carry me too,
Past the broken ruins,
And ashy cement,
Towards The New,
There I may find my old friend,
Pulsating White Light-
Waiting patiently for eternity.

Who are these voices that sing to me?
Their echoes reflecting off tall skyscrapers,
Or towering trees,
Only to float towards me,
And they seem to come from the clouds-

How do I reach them?

My inner Self lost
In half-broken smiles-
Rickety, blinking, motel letters,
I leave you for the better.

Life, carry me forward unto my next trip.

A fire sunrise at noon-
As far as I'm concerned, nothing good happens before noon.

Where will I go?

Miles of road ahead of me-
Sun setting to my left
and sky- pink and welcoming
-beautiful.

Endless road, I could drive forever.
It stretches forever,
But really the horizon is a backdrop
And behind it, an endless pit
And certain doom.

The world is a beautiful face,
And we're all the beauty marks.
The wrinkles,
The warts-
And sometimes I'd rather die
Than be associated with such an ugly species.

But then there's you-
You make it beautiful again.

And so I stand,
And around me curtains fall,
Each character emerges,
They each bow
To the primitive, thundering applause
Of bright empty eyeballs
And healthy hearts.

And as the house lights are given life,
I see no characters anymore,
Only unmistakable,
Thick, pure,
And radiating Love.

And Love destroys Ego.

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I've got little more
Than a foot out the door-
A boot strapped on one foot.

No humble, but driven ambition,
To soothe a mind that keeps wishing-
Quiet now, you'll wake the neighbors!

For a sun on the horizon,
Behind a tide that won't stop risin'-
I stop swimming, but I float anyway.

And I'm as quiet,
As a man on the road-
I just haven't hit the road yet,
Figure out where to go.