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

aspartame

the holy name

waging war

being poor

everything is poison

exhaust fumes

pending doom

metorites

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

horizon

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