words don't travel as they use to blocked by mountains scared of river beds drowning in wastelands bringing death, to her knees singing her song that sweet last song
Tag: Travel
mulligan
jacket weather never leave the house jacket weather lover. that's the type friday the first we woke on a boat that's the type of lover.
refugee
fighting away the urge to fight just take a flight find a home made out of bricks read about the licks you missed in a boat sailing away; far away that ain't very fair they made you mayor now they call you traitor blow your brains out with a lazer and that wouldn't phase her… Continue reading refugee
lightworker
you'll lead the way will follow; protector of man- the earth below her feet; she worships the ones you will not meet; she notice electric fingers twirls the air like string earth given powers, meant as a sign to bring forth the daily wonder we walk on without regard; her gentle roars keeps the power… Continue reading lightworker
Leon
a crewmate on our last days - "be less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you, our lives on Leon; this boat will change you so you can survie, we live on our captains words: where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of! we sailed on Leon for days without… Continue reading Leon
city adjacent
let's run away from this town this town we are stuck in escape this noise escape the tragedy dance into a state that doesn't know our names until they know our names
amphibian library
i always here: "where did you go?" face plastered on milk cartons at the local college poster boards whispers at the taverns- i heard he's in miami now, settled down stable job sings songs on the pier to the birds or he's a frog spends half his time in the sea the other half in… Continue reading amphibian library
on the road
it has been awhile hey, can i join you what are you drinking i know it's been awhile can i top you off never wrote us off just wondered after those years apart where we could have been; i see it in my dreams it's usually my fault maybe we could get dinner i would… Continue reading on the road
traveling lover;
everyone is supposed to leave i know that nothing more than a walking gas station, a luggage and a few parking tickets- and they'll be on their way
getaway
i can't stop the shaking, the feeling of giving up dropping everything & start anew. somewhere where no one knows anything, where i can build, somewhere quiet, it won't stop the shaking it'll be back the next day maybe a month from now but that time sounds perfect
Saint's Muse 