Where ya from?

Where ya from?

I am from right here.
Where else could I be from?
My view
My perspective
Seat 21
Bus 317 to Asbury Park
Leaving Philadelphia.
This is where it all begins again.

Where else could I be from?

Watching the towns twist by
Through a dirty plastic window
Planted on a sponge
Filled with the essence of travelers past

There is no town, or city in my blood
No country or coordinates
That bind my soul
There is no place for me
Other than right here

So right here is where I'm from
And for the next few hours
It is where I'll be going

Wisdom

Far into time we learn
New songs
New ways
To right old wrongs

We learn the way
Far into time
As age grows scarce
And time too short

We learn far into time
What we should have known
These years long gone

From the bottom of the rye

Wisdom from the bottom of the bottle

As seen through the gin soaked eye

Reveling in the bottom of the rye

The rhythm of the beating heart

Pumping

The kiss, the brush of the leg

The sly glance from across the room

Pushing the heart to beat

The rhythm of the beating heart

A ballad of the energy flowing forth

From the soul and into the Earth

Filling the breast with 

Love

Lust 

And

Life

History Lessons

In the moments just passed
We belong to our mistakes
Poor and Grand

An apology given
To those transgressed
A feeble attempt to hide vanity's true cause

And here we grovel
Over insignificant blunders
And travel on
With a pocket full of forgiveness
From fool to fool
Apologizing for your shortcomings

Drifting off into the night

In the depths of night

A beautiful thought

A brief delight in the halls of unconsciousness

When only my soul knows it's name

Stirring me to waken

My sleeping body quaking 

In the delight of your eyes

Brought to me 

Through to my isle of slumber

Ms RightNow

In a dusty beer hall
deep in Montana's nowhere
I caught a glimpse of her

From the corner of my eye
A silhouette in pure sunshine
Cascading through the broken panes

I caught a glimpse
of her crooked smile
Her sun worn face and faded eyes

Not my first love true
But for tonight
She would do