#ontheroad
Back in bus-and-duffel days
turned out, less to than away,
half-high, with no plan,
I went up the coast.
San Luis Obispo, Carmel, San Fran
and on up to Portland.
That's where we go now
--people my age--
but this was then
when I had no means, no ways,
and just my naivete.
Out in the water, somebody said
to watch for the whales.
They live in the dark underneath,
and like me, come up, then back down
without learning a thing or so it seemed.
On the bus some guy liked
Gordon Lightfoot
"You've Been Talking In Your Sleep."
He spoke my language like a native
better than the pidgin kid that was me.
He told me a blue whale's heart
weighs as much as a grand piano
and can be heard from two miles away.
Bye daddy, behind me down the coast--
thanks for kicking me out.
I wondered, as Seattle became B.C.,
what if it's all just big empty water,
and me lugging some big booming beater for nothing?
Or what if I'm all ears
but the watersong was never for me?
What then?
And what now?
I look out these days not at California coast
but at Michigan lakes,
cold and deep, choppy or still.
I know only that I still don't know
and never will.
Aug 25, 2025
Aug 25, 2025 at 11:37 AM UTC
* **HIM
Hello love, ya I just got into town
Well I just thought, you know
If you were going to be round....**
HER
The lover of my dark desire just calls.
He beckons with a smile.
"Come hither." whispers husky voice
alluring me with guile.
My heart compels me to comply.
My brain says "This is wrong."
And yet, I find my feet move toward
the magnet of his song.
**HIM
Did he ever wonder, about that one time
Does he know that those were mine
You know she would surely die
If I ever left her high and dry...**
HER
Shhh ... a finger on his urgent lips,
"the rest let's just forget"
I'm aroused by heated passion
igniting lust within ... I'm wet
**HIM
No one can know what tomorrow will bring
But for tonight my love, it's you for me
Behind the gas station I just couldn't wait
I put her up against wall in trance like state**
HER
Penned against the wall with parted lips
A kiss to potent to breathe
Not nearly private enough, still
my legs part, spread with his knee
**HIM
So willing as I pulled up her dress
Gasping for lust with erratic breaths
No need to be bashful when freaking at night
Three moons were shining vividly bright**
HER
I surrender. I give up.
Release me from the spell.
No recourse now exists for me
but succumbing to ecstasy, as well.
**HIM
Such passion for life
Breeds a hunger for lust
Fulfilling and satisfying
Yet I can't get enough
Her smell on my fingers
As I take to the road
Another memory
Worn into flesh and bone**
HER
{CODA}
A chill descends upon my heart
as I watch him drive away.
And as I've done so oft' before,
I wish for him to stay
And though I know he must go
back to his life there.
I close my eyes and smell his scent
dreaming of all we shared.
by
Traveler Tim
&
Cné*
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
Wake up my love, the road is waiting.
Prepare your bag, the sun is smiling.
Take you wheels, and set your things.
Get up now, the road is waiting.
Let’s travel and explore the world.
Those trees, beaches, lakes and falls.
I love to see how nature works
And listen to the stories of different folks.
Let’s play, run, sing and dance.
Let’s make each step full of love.
With you, I’ll stay on the line
On the road, there’s nothing to hide.
*Take pictures, buy souvenirs,
swim deeper,run faster,
eat more, jump higher,
move wider, laugh louder.
Let’s do crazy while I’m still holding.
Let’s go my love, the road is waiting.*
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
…are the ones who swallow darkness like morning coffee,
and collect their tears in jars like stardust.
ones who carry scars across their shoulders
like letting go was never an option.
the ones who’s true names are a growl rising up from their throat,
an animal fighting to live deep within their screaming bones.
the only people for me are the ones who breathe in fire and exhale gold
and who burn, burn, burn, like roman candles across the night.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
"Baby, baby why can't you sit still?
Who killed that bird out on you window sill?
Are you the reason that he broke his back?
Did I see you laugh about that?
If I come on like a dream?
Would you let me show you what I mean?
If you let me come on inside?
Will you let it glide?
Can I have some remedy?
Remedy for me please.
Cause if I had some remedy
I'd take enough to please me.
Baby, baby why did you dye your hair?
Why you always keeping with your mother's dare?
Baby why's who's who, who know you too?
Did the other children scold on you?
If I come on like a dream?
Would you let me show you what I mean?
If you let me come on inside?
Will you let it slide?"
Black Crowes
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC