Oh, give me land lots of land under starry starry nights, don’t fence me in. The life of a hobo for me.
I am a bromiliad on ygdrasill
And with no roots but for the winds
I see those who shine are the ones looking into the sun
In a world of shadows and dust
Burnt away and fade to rust the streams of people passed by the way
Stranger
Here a spartan lies
But for a moment mind...then to pass away
Another traveler..another day
Colloidal soup...we spring from nothing and with nothing drunk...except the wind.
Stars
A million, billion pixles on our screen
The hard drive is slow and with batteries low
We slink home toward shining Jerusalem
Some to find a yearning undefined is quenched
Others turn and walk away
Still thirsting
Among the stars...is void
And from there the voice is echo
For surely in our darkness..we dont see the room for the close of eyes
Santiago
Opens his eyes and fireflies and embers fly up to river in the sky
Not so far apart
Rivers in disguise
The Milky
And the Way
Be at Peace Peregrino