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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
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