The Poison of Euphoric Freedom

Cracking the concrete around my heart

Oozing seepage of spoiled desire,

The golden striped trail

Pulls with a fire.

Cocaine mornings, a bruised soul longing

To be fed by an asphalt diet of miles

Fill me with landscapes

Twists and trials.

Tacos and sunsets, truck stops, hotels,

Clean, white sheets and open horizons

Intoxicating as hot bourbon

Wanderlust; the sweetest poison.

My journey, insatiable and satisfying in splendid moments of euphoric freedom.

I am destined to wander this life with the sweetest addiction; travel.

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Knowing The Real

Until you've crested the mountain top

With your mechanical speed between your thighs

Until you've seen the sprawling horizon

With tears flowing from joyful eyes

Until you face the pounding wind

At 80 miles as you ride

Until you face all fellow humans

With nothing left to hide

Until you've veered between the semis

On highways of rubber and steel

You've not known the fear of living

And you've not known what is real

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Sweet Sweepers

Lavender asphalt in graceful sweepers float my spirit high.
Minimal input of handlebars releases my state of mind.
Blind corners fill me with faith, in the moment I create
The present; that is all there is. This curve carries my fate.
I don't know the other side where others have gone before.
I fear not my tomorrow, and I feel care no more.
Because sweeper, sweet sweepers, do carry me away.
Carry my spirit into the blind curves, living for today.

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