the nomad

Sunshine scattered across the desert sand
As the clouds drew away the rains
Vultures circled the Arizona sky
In search for the afternoon’s feast

Poetry in Prose; Poetry in motion
He sits beside the cactus plant
Alone with his wilted soul and lizard friends
He could hear the cries from deep within
The reason for all his running

Torn clothes and bleeding lips
He crawls slowly toward the end
He thinks of his mother, remembers the womb
He thinks of his father, remembers the knife

Remembers past his childhood
And to his cold prison cell
Sees an angel; arms stretched
Sees her halo of gold; closes his eyes

Now he travels the desert
Amongst the winds and sun; a lost ghost
Arms stretched outwards… reaching
Blinded by the golden ring

He’s got a friend somewhere
Had a good job, Wore a cheap suit
Danced with a demon of the night
And fell with the fool’s gold

Remembers his cadillac, reclining seats
Remembers that night’s victims
Hears the words repeatedly in his head
“For your life of glory, you will be damned an eternal death”.

the nomad

Charley D

Joined September 2008

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Older stuff… circa circa 1997, another time and place.

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