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The LIGHTHOUSE 
BEAMS out a
 BEACON OF LIGHT,
 to direct SHIPS and  MARINERS
during the 
DARKENED NIGHT. 
It helps to GUIDE THEM,
and gives 
 NAVIGATION,
On the SEAS, for the SHIPS 
to their FINAL DESTINATIONS.
This POEM, that I write 
is said to BE TRUE.
We are just like these SHIPS, 
we need GUIDANCE TOO.


B.R.
Date: 07/3/2023
I saw you as a
PASSERSBY and
It kinda made me LAUGH,
I tend to see you
ALL THE TIME,
as we are
CROSSING PATHS,
I do not know
your WHEREABOUTS, or
to WHERE is your
LOCATION,
All I know is that you
must LIVE NEAR,
as you TRAVEL to your
DESTINATION.
You may be on your
way to WORK,
Then again, maybe
I'M WRONG,
My MIND is STEADY
WONDERING as I
CONTINUE to MOVE
RIGHT ALONG,
I know
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING
about you,
as we CONTINUE to
TRAVEL DEAR FRIEND, but
ONE THING I AM
MOST CERTAIN OF IS:
WE WILL BE
CROSSING
PATHS AGAIN!!!!
SO, FAREWELL AND
UNTIL THEN!!!!


B.R.
Date: 5/10/2024
Mark Wanless May 18
fine gold horizons
to destinations unknown
all is just as is
Glenn Currier May 2022
So many “road stories”
from the Odyssey, and Kerouac, to Augustine.
Each rich in emotion and spirit
most of the stories
have the hero hitched to a fellow traveler
to bathe the soul in word and mood
to throb with the music.

I have recurring dreams.
I’m in a hotel looking for an elevator
can’t find my floor or room
or can’t find my car downtown.
I wander streets, and lots.
Are there road stories hidden in these dreams?

Why do I trip, fall
stay misplaced and lost
find only
transitory
destinations?
AE Oct 2021
What is this feeling that seems so foreign yet familiar?
As we head our own ways
down our own paths
maybe we will think to look back
but until then  
Let’s walk back to the fork in the road
and reminisce over everything we’ve seen,
over and over,


until we meet again.
Kevin Oscar Liou Dec 2019
Your arrival was expected, in an unwelcome and fitful fashion,
Those around you, arose and wept in fits of fury and passion.
They came and swept into the main atrium, into your chambers and surrounded you,
Then pulling back their arrows, they released their bolts through and through.
Your lifeless body fell through the floor,
into the depths of the abyss unknown to the core.
But,
your soul
traveled to a newer destination,
one that exceeds and inspires imagination.
This destination, 2.0,
goes beyond the mind, and back to the life flow.
So sit back and enjoy this show,
as you step out from darkness, back into the glow.
Written in a stoic time in my life.
M Vogel Sep 2019
I see you staring off into space,  your trajectory
aimed towards a specifically-patterned constellation.
I am only the launch tower--
providing stability, support
aiding in your refueling  and the replenishment of your supplies.
Star-patterned destinations are your calling
and, I am just the launch pad,  
and its ever accommodating tower.

They say that a rocket expends fifty
percent of its energy just clearing the tower;
It is the final destination:  
not the clearing of the tower,
that your heart needs most

and holding you firm,  I know that as you lift off
I will  even now  be tempted to
reach out with one of my ever-sustaining arms..
that I may touch your gorgeous tail section  
as you fly clear of me

But even in the doing of that,  
I would change your trajectory
and the constellations would never come to know you
nor you, them

I am just a tower, love..
a platform,  constructed solely  
to aid you in your newfound flight into freedom:
a tower  to love you
and hold you steady,  
with a finely-built strength

until you are finally clear
even,  of me.

But I see you now, yeah, I see you
and release me now, kinda like dreams do
And I see you now, was hard to see you
Just don't forget to sing,

remember everything;
you won't go lonely.

https://youtu.be/YNbYx3_7Hvo
holding on,
letting go..

holding on.
never, fully letting go
Matt Berkes Dec 2018
Blades of grass
Slice like swords
Up the mountain towards
Divinity and
Portage Pass.

Ripples make
The water's mirror
Obscured but clearer
Is my mind at
Gold Cord Lake.

Sailing towards
The deepest blue
Where nature's hue
Harmonizes in
Kenai Fjords.

The mountains wield
Their crown with pride,
And skies abide
The reign of the
Harding Ice Field.

The sky is dark
But a giant looms
And light assumes
It's silhouette in
Denali Park.
You go with life to see where life will lead you,
but it cuts your throat and as you lay there bleeding you wonder what the hell this life is all about.


Do we grow a second skin, put up a sign, let no one in?
It's on my mind.


Do we shout it from the mountain top? I need no leader,
would it stop?
It's on my mind.


I go on endlessly or so it seems to fulfil my nightmare, but in some half baked crazy dreams which I won't share here I'm freer than I've ever been.
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