The wheels are turning
Rubber burning,
The lines are blending into one
Night is slipping into the sun,
Been driving on the highway
All through the dark lost my way,
My GPS is broken
Fido has just awoken,
We're going nowhere
But I really don't care,
At least we're far
Tuned-up my car,
For the long trip
Shift **** in my grip;
Feel the engine rumble
Change the station static jumble;
Blaring I find the perfect song
It won't be long
Before I'll need to fill my tank
My lucky stars I've go to thank,
I'm heading down this trail
Looking for my holy grail,
Left behind a world of pretension
Seeking to blaze my own constellation,
As long as I've got with me my best friend
I'll never hit a dead end...
© okpoet

So I got this record player for Christmas.
It’s nothing new, I’ve had one before.
I took it up to my room,
Put the record on it
Then placed the needle down.
I stared at it.
Watching it go around
Mesmerized.
Suddenly,
this feeling of fear came over me.
It’s hard to explain.
I was raised Catholic,
to believe in God.
And Jesus
And the saints
And it goes on and on forever and ever
Amen.
Right?
In this one second of staring at the record player
I had a strong urge to stop it,
before it could reach the end.
Afraid of what might happen,
not to the record.
It all of a sudden was no long about this record.
It was about me.
Struggling,
with what I’ve been taught.
God?
God?
I call his name but he isn’t there,
he’s not responding.
I’m spinning around.
Just like the record.
No sense of direction.
Not knowing where to go,
not knowing what’s going to happen,
when it’s all over with.
This life.
What happens if what I thought
isn’t true?
I don’t know
I just pray to this voiceless God,
that I've been told to believe in,
that I want to believe in,
that the record doesn’t stop.
Because I'm too afraid to find out what happens,
when it does.

Three thousand miles of land
Dirt
Sand
Gravel
Grass
Three thousand miles of people
Busy
Thoughtless
Dull
Sad
Three thousand miles of need
Touch
Taste
Lust
Love
Three thousand miles of loneliness
Screaming
Sleepless
Silent
Empty
Three thousand miles away from you is slowly killing me

She makes the sand,
the sand seep away.
Little locket on her chest,
with her steps a gentle sway.
Though her eyes cast
a tender gaze,
her fiery heart sets the sky ablaze.

Dry rain and dry puddles,
never will she stop.
'Til she stumbles to her knees,
the dusty ground, fiercely hot.
She cries out in pain
and laughs through tears,
a withered smile
of withered years.

She sees me.

Her faces relaxes,
her lungs give out,
her limbs betray her
and with one final strain she says:
*I can't hate.