I only feel like myself
when I travel
When I'm
someplace new
I feel
at home

Dear Society,

When did we become soldiers instead of human beings
Game pieces instead of flesh and bone
When did we become so consumed  by hate
Seeking vengeance against those who just want to live their lives
When did our purpose become so blurred
Our faith sealed in a blood oath to die in pain and agony
When did we close our eyes to the truth
Allowing lies and deceit to corrupt our way of living
Oh society,
When did we become this
A pile of empty husk desperately clinging onto polluted air
Lost in a barbaric way of thinking as what makes us human slowly disappear

Onism is wanting to be everywhere
but knowing you're trapped in one location
It's really not enough
to go on a vacation
I feel destined to travel
without knowing my destination
My whole body trembles
along with the roar of any station
the silence of a bus stop
the calamity of a terminal
the rocking of a ship dock
the feeling of a criminal
Joy of christmas morning
I'd trade my presents for a ticket
cruise to new adventures
hop around and find a place to kick it

For the time being I'm anchored
held back by a physical grasp
To everyone who's somewhere else
"What's it like?" is what I'd ask

As an Artist needs a model
A Poet seeks a heart
An object of adoration
to spark the more
noble aspirations
and the brighter
things that are

The entreaty of
a knowing smile
The slightly tearing eye
The overwhelming
joy of happiness
That sweeps from
your heart to mine

When adorations
meet the adored
It's then beyond
the poets words
For there it all
begins and ends
With the knowing
look of Love.

-R.

(11.13.17)
-LA
-4S