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Log In
{inside me are the heart of the savage & the blood of the beast,
bridled & rode hard by the spirit of the poet, in the name of
adventure &
art.}
I started this wandering
a long time ago.
expectations were high
but the payoff was low.
the road never took me
to a silver-strand shore,
but to cities of labor
& to jungles of war.
there were days lost in thunder
when the sky would scream.
these were tempered by nights
I made love in a dream.
on my desolate high-ways
there were times that I found
a friend or a faith
to which I could be bound.
after years in the sun
I’ll reflect in the shade
of the loves that I’ve lost
& the friends that I’ve made.
my heart still reminds me
that it could have been worse,
to have missed Nature’s beauty
& the glory of verse.
now the road is short
& I’m gettin’ old.
& this poem is over -
my
story is told.