I am rather amused
when they tell me
that I’m an odd fellow
if only they knew
the half of it
as the quest for society
and diversity
often open up unusual avenues
by which to travel
and the seeker
must be open to revelation
from any source
so long as it checks out
and my spider sense isn’t tingling
The ramifications
of my plight
are apparent to a few
but countless others
will remain clueless
to the rhyme or reason
of what I have to say
but somehow, rising thru
the dense fog of early morning
I’ll fancy London and Blakean rapture
will capture my soul for a second
As long as the trains run
and the moon makes its rise
over dim evenings
I’ll feel as though
the spirit within me
is still alive and kicking
9-22-2001
A poem that brings out the
A poem that brings out the Moet! Written thousands of miles away but very close to the avenue that lay under my feet. This weekend I was fortunate to meet up with a stranger who was learning English in anticipation of reuniting with his British girlfriend. Long story short, sometimes people on similar avenues meet up and that was a strange experience when more likely than not the people you meet would consider you odd. When introduced they annotate your introduction with, "He's a funny one." or "He's a bit random." etc., etc. Here's to keeping that inner spirit alive and kicking! Thanks for sharing, /Rik.
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Glad you enjoyed the ride.
Glad you enjoyed the ride. I'm still traveling the avenues hoping to find something that I already possess. It is rewarding if someone else can benefit from my psychotic musings.