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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Spirit Journey

I am starting a new tour guide service for SE Asia. Primarily it will be Laos, Cambodia, and Thailand.

Spirit Journey

Wet Winter Wednesday

Antifreeze in my veins-
bones bend
under pressure of winter winds
and driving rains-
my skin, cracked like desert plains-
melody within keeps me sane-
without hate or disdain-
smile and skip
like childhood games.

Sweet Melody

Her eyes were fixated on the skies 
just above the eastern horizion
and my hands were focused on her legs
just beyond her thighs and
she sung a sweet melody
that made me want to cry but
her soul was so pure
my eyes remained dry

I couldn't look away
no matter how I tried
i lived a life and a half
every time she sighed
once she turned away from me
and something in me died
but I gathered myself like a man
and took it all in stride
contented by the fact that
her smile had never lied
my sweet melody

Everything is poison

Everything is poison
the foods we eat
the bed we sleep
the dusty wind
my cracking skin
the diet coke
life's dying hope

everything is poison
a life of sin
Phnom Penh
this cigarette
all my regrets
what we remember
what we forget

everything is poison
the holy name
waging war
being poor

everything is poison
exhaust fumes
pending doom
diet sprite
high fructose
we eat the most

everything is poison
a homeless face
no saving grace
the corporate ladder
nothing matters

everything is poison
and yet
i will not quit
breathing in
making spit
pumping blood
made of mud
cause everything is poison
but life is the cure

And So the Sun

The sun sets in the west
some distant place
also my - home
vast flyovers
winding hills
snow filled balleys
wind swept plains
the stagnant decay of 
simple living
we grow fat from
the filler in KFC
and Mickey D's
consume factory made food
with delight
our waists grow
matching the distant
where the sun sets
in the West.

I long to head west
beyond the setting sun

if I am lucky
and fast
Arrival will be as the sun
rises in the East
shining on fileds of soy and rice
watching the glisten of
early morning fishing lines
catching sunrays
wrangling in food
made in nature
true delight
the enduring cycle of 
simple living
test and tuned by
time and tradition
Yes, the sun sets in the west
but rises in the east
finding a beginning in the end
reborn in the 
crimson glow of 
A new day
bittersweet rebirth
perched atop a spinning world
with two distant lands 
that both feel
like home

Why, How, When

I used to ask WHY
until I learned the excitement of asking HOW
But HOW has been replaced with WHEN
And it turns out that the answer is usually NOW - do something, Spirit Journey