moving poem #2
We are all of the great unwashed, hoping to live, living to die. Under the vast circuitry of god, we parade the world, penetrating e…
Oh, to be in love in boots, in jeans, Only interested in freedom, friends,
From the moonlight i am born again… lying face up in the gutter of lif… I survive, i work and i die. Sin & sweat are perfect redemption… and i am never found again,
I am undaunted, with hopes to conq… There is freedom on the tip of my…
Now, it is time to find out how lo…
Hitchhiking is not dead, it is barely alive, as i am walking western streets of… Despondent soul, vagrant face,