Torn between two worlds
I slip, slide and finally sleep my way back
From monuments of chaos to moments of serenity
The highs, the lows maybe too much blow
The blow of the bad news and car horns
Blaring at me in one stream through my silver
Two door hatch back, gas efficient compact car
People, paper, push buttons, touch screens
Wired and wireless divisive devices
Compact clutter and information
Contained in low high-rise towers, smart phones and tablets
A cement jungle to thick to walk, run or stroll through
Without star bucking, red bulling or no dozing


A new day takes me off the grid, the gravel the grime
Back in time or maybe I am future dreaming, sleepwalking
Out of the box,
Out of body,
Out of my wrong and into my right mind
Silence without noise
A pleasure principle we refer to as
Quiet time with the Master
Yes a serene walk in the spirit
Out of the flesh
Neither tears nor fears or shed or shown
Mothers and fathers rejoice
Lost children or found
The last ones are first
Chaos, confusion, dis-ease or dis-order no more
Oh what a beautiful world

Desta

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston