Something along the way.

I'm gunna take a road trip.

It won't take me far and it won't take me anywhere near.

But I am going to get going whether in my car, my friend's car, my mom's car, on foot, on a bike, on a floating dock, in a row boat, through my imagination, on plane, on ferry, on a train, on an elephant, on the back of a mountain, in the flow of live music, in the spices of food, through someone else's stories in a rocking chair, and in the experiences of work, play, laughter, grief, joy, and death.

But I'm gunna take a road trip. And film it all.

Compile it in a nice, presentable package, and dream of doing it all again, but better.

And do that over and over and over again until the corners of the earth are withered from my passing.

Maybe something interesting will happen along the way.

Don't Let It Go Away- This Feeling Has Got To Stay

As I am pacing back and forth

in this territory of sorts,

I embrace a familiar face

among a crowd of a million states.

The face has no features

only creatures

that linger and finger

their way into the twister

of my chest and its aching Sister.

My Red muscle beating for a longing

long lost long ago long before its calling.

They're coming

I can feel them strumming

their salty strings along the pattern of my sobbing,

those tears I cupped in fickle hands not made for such a calling.

"Look up, for My hands hold your hands, and the Water that tri, trick, trickle, trickles through,

I released carefully & blew into motion with a few whi, whis, whiss, whispers True."

Lifting the heaving chest and it's Sister companion

the strumming has ceased and the familiar face, ordained as Pain, retreats the battalion.

Music flows

grows

in my ears

and I dance

in this Joy's stance.

So from your Sight do not let me depart;

Keep me in the midst of your heart.