The north is to south what the clock is to time
there’s east and there’s west and there’s everywhere life
i know i was born and i know that i’ll die
the in between is mine
i am mine
Pearl Jam
sunday afternoon, a dirt mountain road
unknown terrain, only jeeps allowed
i ask the canyon, for a rite of passage
20 ravens answer, riding the thermals
6 branch off, leading down the road
hang on honey, we’re going for a ride
and this sedan’s never left the pavement
how do i know what she can do or
if she’ll make the climb, unless i try
he gives me a kiss and says a prayer
trusting my instinct and sheer willpower
i roll over rocks and avoid the boulders
gently nose forward over earth upheavals
a sidewise glance i notice a prison
so strange to see that out here
no sign of inmates, yet i wonder
what pain is hidden in there
past meadows and pine trees
from sunshine to shadows
around canyons and cliffs
the terrain often varied
playing our music, the sunroof’s open
he’s white knuckling the door handle
yet he’s not really worried
significant, behind the eyes
A young man’s need for respect and his search for love enables him to be coerced into becoming an undercover cop. Follow this man to see how others see him and try to understand why the job he becomes obsessed with and his quest for love, tear him ap
A touching, loving and spirtual insight of the dying process, filled with peace, smiles and starting on their journey, taking me with them as far as I could go, returning back with something I didn't have before. Will be out early in 2010..on Kindle
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