Getting Lost in a Book

 
The road adapts to the landscape
The skies turns to different hues at sunset
There’s a cool breeze in the mountains
And through rain and snow
The ghost rider rides on

He’s a rock star
And when stopping in small towns
No-one seems to recognize or know him
But he prefers it that way

Back on the road…

Alone with his thoughts
The sound of the engine
Logging hundreds and hundreds of miles every day
This ride
Takes him somewhere between
Divine nature and spiritual enlightenment

The recollections of what must have been millions
And millions of screaming fans
The loss of his wife
The loss of his daughter
The ghost rider rides on

It was here where I had even more respect and admiration for Neil
His gift for word
His passion for riding
His journey through this world
When losing what’s precious gives us perspective
Reflection…
Travels on the Healing Road

 
A good book is one that you cannot put down; its gripping to read every word in detail. And in the end, you just sit there staring, very disappointed at the audacity.  

Adjective Delicious


The delicious
adjective;
changing forms –
the adjectives
were dandelions
being blown from
corner to corner
of the globe.

And like a
hungry
philosopher,
among the
tawny roads
that winder
and
wonder,
constructing,
and deconstructing,
I drove. Like a valiant farmer that creates his world.

This poem pays
homage to
the great Derrida.  
No man is an island.  

Today, I will start
Something new
It will be fresh
And original
Like no other project
Anywhere or anytime
As soon as I get
My nose out of this book

It could be fantastical
Or full of raw reality
There's no way
Of knowing
If it will fly
But I will try to do it
Giving it my best
Only thing is I can't get
My nose out of this book

This book has not yet been published
But handed off to some volunteers instead
Please read and let me know
If you like what’s rattling round my head

The first draft has been rewritten
I was told no would want the first
It was written like a diary
Someone found hidden in the dirt

Now it contains proper chapters
With clever titles and the like
To keep the reader hooked
To keep them reading through the night

Wait until they discover
The darkness in between the words
The monster that waits just behind
All the fear that then unfolds

And just when you think it’s safe
Another comes to take its place

Will they hold their breath and wait
With anticipation as they turn
Each and every tear stained page
With perspiration that starts to burn

The suns gone down now
The shades are drawn
Still the pages turn
Time has marched off and gone

Will the book melt to your hands
Another chapter now complete
Will you beg, just one more page please
And profess, I’m addicted to its heat

Will the boy get his just desserts
Will the girl succumb and disappear inside a hearse

I will wait, fisherman with bait
While wondering just what it is
That gives the words their hefty weight
And if it’s too much for others to take

The manuscripts come in, flooding my inbox
Earlier than expected, I rip open the comments
They all confess they just got lost
And had to finish, had to read the entire contents

The story unglossed, her life at what cost
The volunteers all admit
They laughed, they cried
The effects permanent