IT WAS A PASS
A DREAM
TRAVELED DOWN A HORRIBLE SCENE
FIRES AND NOISES
CRIES, WITH TERRIBLE FLAMES
UNKNOWN NAMES
A DARK SCENE
A NON WAY OUT
CRIES WERE LOUD
CREATURES RUNNING
A DOWN ELEVATOR
DOOR CLOSES SHUT
DISFIGURED FACES
BODIES BURNING
A NON STOP PAIN
AN EVERLASTING HURTING
TORTURED, NO END
LIFE IS AT A TERRIBLE SPIN
FIRES WERE HIGH
A NON VISUAL SKY
EYES LIFTED WITH SORROW
A NON THINK OF TOMORROW
A DREAM
A SCARY SCENE
REALITY CAME IN
HELL WAS REAL
A LIFE IN HELL
THAT IS SEALED
AWAKEN FROM THE SCENE
REPENTED, A NEW LIFE
ONCE LIVED SAVED AGAIN.
A CHRISTIAN
WITH A CAUSE
SURRENDERED
RE-ENTERED
A NEW JOURNEY PATH
UNTIL THE LAST.
A TEACHER
A PREACHER
A MINISTER
A PHILANTHROPIST
A SPOKESPERSON
A DOCTOR
A COUNSELOR
A PURPOSE
A PERSON WITH ETERNAL LIFE
GIVING ALL PRAISES TO THE HIGHEST OF MOST
JESUS, JESUS, JESUS
THE KING OF EVERYTHING.
“Let us travel to the zoological garden, “ said she,
born and bred in the eighteen hundreds.
I had no idea what she meant.
But she was dainty and beautiful.
One of the prettiest ghosts I had ever met.
I said, “Okay, let’s take my car.”
I opened and shut her car door.
She screamed when we began to move.
She was wearing a bustle that shoved her forwards.
Her nose nearly touching the windshield.
I asked her to take the bustle off.
She was horrified, calling me a horrid man.
“You are a strange young man,” she repeated.
Screaming as we drove faster on an interstate.
We drove around the city all day.
She recognized nothing.
We passed the zoo six or eight times.
I had no idea it was a “zoological garden”
So we never stopped.
She disappeared shortly after six.
“Bye!” I said softy, determined to look up
Some of her other words.
She was a dainty, delicate strange old one.
And her English barely understandable.
“Bye weird one” she whispered into the wind.
“I shall never forget this.”
Then I had a gentle brush against my arm.
A ghost good-bye maybe. I smiled.
My Travel to my Inside
It is raining outside
Water is running as flood in gutters
But Inside
I am burning in extreme heat
It is a gate of palace
Tons of gold and unlimited gems
But inside
I am in dirty rags
Light showering moon in the sky and
Cluster of twinkling stars
But inside
Blind dark forest
Innumerable relations
As father, mother and son
But inside
Wandering as lonely orphan
Too many controversies and cons
Before realizing me
He turned my last page of life
To come out from meaningless shouts
I am travelling in to me
Travel to
I thought about a weekend
Plan with my guide to ride
A park party of sun in a glass
Water of fun in a shipping duck
In a lake lab of food with the
Flavours of color in a candle light
tree of goosebumps stand
Like a bed sheets on us stories of
past with the touch of new things
friends and family drop to stop the
rain Falls wind of your hair storm like
when you braid them
Is this a travel to love side my dear.....
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
The Voyage
The big seagull sat on the bow of my rowing boat
on my way to Argentina and Rosita,
which I never met she had married guitar player-
had unfriendly eyes ready to peck my eyes out.
I regretted my heroism.
I wanted to go to Argentina because of its pampas
Beautiful horses and also to be famous for the voyage
I was picked up by a merchant ship
it was actually going the wrong way docked in Antwerp
Free beer for the, would be the hero.
I got a job on an old steamer bound for Argentina.
Buenos Aires,
A City with so many beautiful women it took a long
before I got my stead looking for the tree of wisdom.
I found it burning in the night
the Gauchos were feeling cold and set fire to the tree.
What matters is the journey
which is a fine sentence to cover for absolute failure.
To my Dad...
If I could travel to and fro
The winds of change would meekly blow
And Heaven's Gate, that opened wide
Would stay shut tight, Dad at my side
Our campfires, when the firelight danced
You'd find me safe,
wrapped in your glance
Upon this path, which trail to take
Close by my side, clear choice you'd make
And when the future seems forlorn
You'll summon Angels, squash the storm
Missteps, success, I know your here
Your steady hand "jamesy!" your cheer!
On down the road, around the bend
I know you're there!
Dear Dad,
My friend!
09/20/13
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How I Travel to the Moon
As I sleep, I travel to the moon
Do not know what to expect
Or if I will be returning soon
Surprise to say, some may think that this "planet" is a reject
I find myself upon this escarpment
Looking to the north, I see a glass building two stories tall
This is a greenhouse, and two young children in predicament
A huge Bengal tiger upstairs, waiting for them to fall
These human aliens silently cry out for help
So I intend to put my life on the line, to save these strangers
I cannot bear to see them eaten, and their remains put upon a shelf
To be certain, I am ready to face extreme pain and many dangers.
So I quickly move upstairs; I calm the tiger down
One boy, one girl; so scared, so frozen in time
I talk kind words to these kids and swiftly lead them to the ground
To rescue two kids from certain death, but the glory is not mine
William Morrissey 3/2/07
iif we
drink the
sweet nectar of
the Gods
we become
immortal men
thus we travel
to the stars again
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