We sing and shout and chase that "Gold"
We make claims that "All" are Brothers
But "Temples" aren't just bought or sold
They're paid with the "Blood" of others
We dance the "Dance," then change our stance
While traveling down the "Bi-Way"
For those we "Bleed," no second glance
Down the "Hallelujah Highway!"
All my life, I've bled my mind
It's painful and it's tolling
Cuz all those dreams I left behind
Is why my head keeps rolling
Chorus:
There's no free rides, they say
No free rides will be coming your way
No free rides today
You know you still have to pay...down this Haunted Highway
I found no reasons in this life
No reasons to be lonely
But heartbreak seasons, they cut like knives
So, no seasons for me only
Chorus:
Boy, there's no free rides, they say
No free rides, I tell you, no way
No free rides today
No matter come what may...down this Haunted Highway
All my life, I've fed the lie
That I could have love my way
Still my head keeps wondering why
Rolling down this endless highway
Chorus:
There'll be no free rides, they say
Pack it up and go your own way
No free rides today
You know we all have to pay...down this Haunted Highway
highway drive:
high hills and headlands,
headlights on,
hard shoulders,
is this the highway to hell?
or heaven's highroad?
There's no speed limit, we have no breaks
Treacherous conditions, living high stakes
When will we crash? Step on the gas
Spun on the ice, hydroplane
Just how long until impact
When can I get off this ride?
Midnight rides—his pulse aligns with the thunder beneath him
fingers tracing her curves polishing fire into steel.
Wind against his skin she sings beneath him once more
Saturday mornings spent bathing her shine in devotion
One last glance—wait for me—before stepping inside
his grip firm not on the world but the rhythm of her frame.
The highway fades yet she alone knows the way home
rain or shine she waits unwavering at his door
Twilight drapes them in gold two shadows stretching as one
beautiful chrome heart racing—her name dissolving into the wind.
Time for me to give the best man's toast
It's the moment that I've dreaded most
What can I say Mister
You married your Sister
I've had her and that's nothing to boast
In fact, last time we were together
We did it with whips, chains, and leather
But bondage made her mean
So I broke it off clean
Now little Bro, you can have Heather
driving through the wilds
roads carved through granite and spruce
dusk is approaching...
full concentration needed
"Be on the lookout for moose!"
A cat dashed the expanse of a new highway
with speed without a pause,
struck down by a speeding coach
smashed and flattened his form crushed .
Vehicles rolling,one after another
over the corpse his remains began to leave,
erased all traces of the brief life,
dissolved like a forgotten dream.
No one knows the coyote that bleeds in me.
No one knows my heart is an open road
No one knows the sound I softly whine
But I do. I do.
I will wake today and carry my body
I will wake today and carry my bones
I will tread until I reach the highway
Coyote,
Bleed
Bleed
Bleed.
Beautiful drive through
Along a narrow highway
Shield with yellow leaves.
The big green ones are everywhere,
next exit in half-a-mile,
they seem almost reassuring,
all done up in the same style.
Then smaller ones bordered in blue,
with promises of food to eat,
the big chains and local diners,
places to stop and take a seat,
then more such signs with the same look,
but this time it’s lodging and gas,
don’t really need a place to sleep,
though I could really use some snacks…
A small sign with a stadium
for the minor league hockey team,
there’s rumors they might move next year,
happens every decade, it seems.
And then there is a really big sign,
it stands tall in a farmer’s field,
hawking Indian casinos,
with their fantastic weekend deals.
ever so often, by exits,
I see symbols on a high pole,
visible near a mile off,
telling me here burgers and sold.
And sadly, there’s a blinking sign,
a warning to slow for road crews,
it never fails, they’re always out
when I have got something to do.
Too many
times
I walked down
that road
Too many
signs
said “lighten
your load”
Too many
faces
came out of
the rain
Too many
phrases
I couldn’t
explain
(now)
Too many
voices
attract
and repel
Too many
choices
heaven
or hell
Too many
warnings
in search
of an ear
Too many
mornings
in love
with my fear
Too many
chances
to hide
from the change
Too many
off ramps
that lead
— to more pain
(Site Of The Main Point: September, 2024)
As I travel on a path
Or drive upon the road,
Signs communicate to me
With their certain code.
They are there to stipulate
Wherever I may roam.
Directing me inside a zone...
Carrying me home.
On their walls, doors and gates...
Fences and their posts.
If safety was a said party,
Signs would play the hosts.
Dictating my pace of speed...
Displaying navigation.
Precautions there ensuring me
Towards my destination.
If it was not for the signs
Designed, then I would be
Without limits and likely lost
Within my life's journey.
Bags packed
Travel on track
The need, determined and desire
Destination anywhere Bound
Adventure rush sounds
It was the Greyhound Bus
Stretched Dog on bus both sides
The journey it will provide
Settled in my reclined seat
Total laid back
The air conditioning was fine
The Driver announced stops in route and final stop at the end
Travel had begun
Highway to Highway
Off Ramp adventures
Around the bend
Scenery upon scenery
Bus conversational friends
Journey far
Relaxing being better than driving a car
Friendly faces and places
The greyhound bus bringing Major Cities and Towns close
Friendly highway waves
One the road again and again
Greyhound bus headlights cutting through the night Fog
All night Sleep
The Sunrise
Destination soon
Arrival at noon
Highway off ramp
Just around the corner
At the Greyhound Bus Station
So long
Journey to adventure
Laughter and smiles venture
Scenery awaits
A vacation to appreciate
Signs with various directions
Nature calls Rest Stop preparations
Off Ramp turns
Highway routes
North, South, East and West
Passerby towns
Farms can be found
Speed Limit woes
Highway State Patrols
The journey on
A need to yearn
Pull over Rest area
A sleep
Morning Rise
The New Day
Time to move on in our get away
Highway eyes
Travel in realize and educating in wise
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