I can not dwell on where I've been
Or where ten years I'll be
The roads are gone, the rivers dry
Nameless faces I see
For if the path led straight back home
I wouldn't know the way
The cobbled stones, the quarried hill
My mind begins to sway
When sunrise turns to ashen waste
And trees, they fail to leaf
You'll find my soul amidst the stars
My poems, what's left of me
05/04/25
......day before Mom's Angel Anniversary
Flood waters rising
Possessions drifting away
Our journey begins
Getting to tomorrow
on stairs of yesterday
Each tread of my reluctance
on risers of today
Promising me nothing
but wisdom from afar
Chasing reams of broken dreams
— adrift among the stars
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
The walls are made with dollar bills
They're paper thin and made for thrills
Drifting at sea without wind at my sails
I'm boozing on ales and lamenting the ails
And there might be a storm brewing
But I'm focused on what I'm doing
And if there is a garden in the sky
I'm chasing it hoping it's not a lie
But sometimes when you leave it all behind
Sometimes it's nice to reminisce and rewind
And I don't know where the frothing sea leads
But I know I fight for my creed and I still bleed
All I know is if everything ended today
At least I could say I did it my way
Building a lifetime of skills
In a fake world made of dollar bills
And morals are equally paper thin
Set it on fire just to burn for the sin
I may be a lonely drifter at sea
But at least I'm finally free
Sifting through the sands of time
Drifting through the lands of rhyme
A humble poet bound for glory
They rumble thus around for story
When all prose of past recalled
Then all those at last enthralled
Guilty of floral attitudes
Innocent of moral platitudes
Elocution flows from his tongue
Each line glows as if it were sung
Eyes bleary still he tries his best
Till weary words he lies to rest
Quote: “Artist by nature, actor by instinct, poet by accident, and vagabond by choice”. --Don Blinding
I am a vagabond of heart, destined to roam,
My wandering soul finds solace far from home.
On urban trails, my footsteps stray,
And there, my friend, the tumbleweed, holds sway.
Together, we tumble, roll, and meander,
Through grasslands vast, our spirits meander.
Deer and fawn pause, bewildered by our fate,
As eagles hover above, in silent wait.
With no destination to call our own,
We tumble on, our journey unknown.
The tumbleweed, a companion true,
In solitude's embrace, our bond we renew.
A diaspora meets a diaspore, in chance's dance,
Two wanderers united, by fate's circumstance.
Thoughts of our origins linger in the air,
As we scatter seeds of life and care.
But soon, our paths must part,
As you tumble on, I'll hold you in my heart.
Wondering how our journey will end,
In cold showers or hot ambers, our stories blend.
Amidst the Sacred Seas where the Holy Temple Dwells
There, Where Truth Propels like Ocean Swells
Where Forces Of Nature Know No Bounds
Infinite Drifting Divine Grounds,
A Coat Of Armor for the Victors Crown
Where Salvation Beckons Trumpet Sounds
And the Inner Haven blows winds of Heavenly Bliss
Blessed by an Angels Lips,
Star Soaring I'm in Galactic Mode
The Greater Mind, God and I, We Triumph Forth
Cosmo Drifter, I Sail the Depths Within
To be at One, With the Great Everlasting Kin
His face was so intriguing
Weathered and worn
Yet there was a kindness in his eyes
On a face of solemn and scorn
Skin aged with time and long grey hair
His eyes deep blue
Remained youthful
With a magnetic stare
I couldn’t take my eyes of him
I wanted to know more
About this mysterious stranger
So aloof and so sure
He looked over at me
His magnetic eyes locked in mine
I couldn’t look away
I was mesmerised by those eyes sublime
He got up and walked to the door
I watched him all the while
He stopped and turned around
He looked at me and simply smiled
Thiis mysterious stranger was gone
And even though we never spoke
I will remember that kind face and those eyes
For within me unexpected emotions he evoked
You come and go as you please
Knowing it pleases me not.
Floating in, your ambiance
Makes the situation rot.
Your past orders for me
To self destruct still work
And I stand here crying for
An end to this feeling of Berzerk.
You broke me in two
No, you shattered me in triumph
So many pieces and I just
See no compliance.
You want things to go
Your way this time
Like you deserve a voice
You don’t, you stepped out of line.
You come in and take and take
Leaving nothing but scraps
What ever became of the wake
Where she was torn, you, laid back?
You seized a moment
To brazenly grapple with talent
Of keeping a family together
Laughing at the dead parent.
You drifted from them
Because you wanted life
On your terms only
Ignoring your abuse, my gripe.
Now I have past orders
From you to lash out
When you’re around
To create in them, doubt.
Never did they see this
Coming the way that it has
I would rather kiss a snake
Thank to be known as
The drifter’s family.
Zoom, Zoom, Zoom
I'm racing through the astral-realms
With seven different moons
I'm going faster then the speed of light
Alone in my star-pod of bright
A miniature ship for the ones left -
The ones who lived & are blessed
I'm dancing salsa melodies hand in hand
With gases of infinite stars - Neptune, Venus, Mars
I'm zooming past twisting trees & fruit breeze
I'm racing through the Autumn leaves
Drifting wilderness of wandering woods
Eyes racing over the beautiful goods
I stop my star-pod - feet in her Earth
Bonding & grounding with her rebirth
Ascending speedily - sucked into the stars of the
Milky Way, the Black Holes -
Breathing the thin atmosphere of Mars
Stormy deserts swim on Mars' surface -
The reason why Martians live within
Pluto is melting - just a block of ice
The cosmos I'll forever defend for Mother Earth
For my Mother Earth will always take care of you
As long as when she ages - you'll make her new
Drifting, attached - flying in a zero-gravity patch
Realizing humanity & space are a perfect match
Floating, & calmly drifting
Through the space/time's continuum serene catch
I was told every time you leave somewhere, there's a piece of you that gets left behind, I've abandoned so many places, and if the statement is true, there's not much more of me I can spare, each shard, smidgen, and sliver that has been stripped away, is worth doing without, rather than having to stay somewhere, I don't want to be, I've said time and again, I'm glad there's places I've never been, that's what keeps me, moving on.
JSB
Drifter
Coming in from nowhere,
staying only a moment,
and then moving on.
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know.
What to call you...
by name?
Without family,
left alone but not lonely.
A warrior left behind
in the battle of life.
Separated from those
that mattered...
by those that did not care.
Go home...
There is still time.
Go back and find the path,
that went from your place of worth,
to the realm of chaos.
Prodigal son, loved... missing daughter,
return and find your true value.
Forgiven.
cinnamon drifter i am
i observe from afar
the world goes slower when time sours the stomach of life
i wish i had some white frosting as an odd sort of invisibility shield
cinnamon drifter i am
i check out her legs
i check out the booty on the next one
i check out the natural beauty on my favorite one
cinnamon drifter i am
i pet damona, the lonely manchu chow
her tears have the same blank stares as mine
yet and still we choose to work together to uplift another
cinnamon drifter i am
sandy mocha drifter is damona, my unexpectedly loyal companion
together we experience new stories that we will never live to tell
we continue to walk for the purpose of our daily living
Oh, to drift like a vagabond who is never missed
to ride the careless waves of an uncharted sea
to set my compass to the winds of desires
and let daydreams guide me along the way.
How I long to escape this present drudgery
and wander lonely backroads on a whim
abandon the grind, pursue unscripted adventures
forsake these long, monotonous hours
and slide into delightful oblivion.
Let me fly away from this cluttered madness
and be a nameless vagabond
with a faraway look and a careless smile
roam the world, free from obligation
happily unshackle my burdens
and cast them into the deepest sea.
8/28/2021
meandering
hills and hillocks
the autumn orb
casts its golden glow
across paved paths
the ones less traveled
circumnavigating
childhood memories
borrowed backroads
in the sinews of my heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on August 19, 2020
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