... If rape or arson, poison, or the knife
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this drab canvas we accept as life—
It is because we are not bold enough!
- Charles Baudelaire
(Roy Campbell's translation)
"a mile or more in a foreign clime, to see farther inside of me" - syd barrett
But I sold my freedom
For free room and board,
Like a monkey in a zoo. - Daniel Johnston

Thursday, February 22, 2007

the road ahead ...


And on and on we parse and strive,
To farther lands we steer our drive.
And though the sun shall set upon our road,
The moon shall rise to tell the tale untold.

And like the star far and away in the vanishing sky,
A light sparkles in the deep of our eye.
And though the wind blows cold through our heart,
The night cant tell our joy and fear apart.

And as the parakeet perched on the tree lets out a call of an awe,
Under the moonlit sky our path takes a yaw.
And when the moist in the air carries the scent of her smile,
Its time to let reality fade away for a while.


And over the distant mountains where the winds blow high,
Where our dreams take form and where the grounds meet the sky
And up where the voices of the past fail to rise,
It is there my friends that our destiny lies.

-him ...
(dedicated to the dude - quasi ... ;
photo by: him... )




2 comments:

Yohan said...

Nice. Has a good rhythm. Reminds me of "The Road Goes Ever On" from the Lord of the Rings.


One of the things missing from the movies was the songs and poems Tolkien wrote.

quasi said...

ummm...