winter's sweet release...

Who played this trick, Mr. Jack Kerovac

"Who played this cruel joke, on bloke after bloke, packing like a rat, across the desert flat? Was it God got mad, like the Indian clad, who was only a giver, crooked like the river? Gave you a garden, let it all harden, then comes the flood, and the loss of your blood? Pray tell us, good buddy, and don't make it muddy, who played this trick, on Harry and Dick, and why is so mean, this Eternal Scene, just what's the point, of this whole joint?" DHARMA BUMS- Jack Kerovac

Cutting out
Significant resources of false securities
Promises non existence flowing honesty
Thunderous hopes of fallen prayers
Beyond my own
Independent formations of undying contemplations
Truth of individualistic ideologies
Spelling grammar foundations
Complete inconsistent devices
Of unbelievable creations
The lose of hungers carpenters manifestations
Trains complete broken rhythms of annihilation's
Searching for World's True lovely hearts composing
For this I am
For this I fall
For always
For me
For I
For ALL!

moment

Try as I may I do understand why people walk alone. There is great freedom in solitude, experience of existence through a moment. To be alone in the wild is to BE...why does it take tragedy for us to realize what penetrates us. If you want something in life, reach out and grab it! I hope you do what you want to do, what makes you happy. Real world when shared. Experienced, differently. peace:)