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the wolfthe wolf Posts: 7,027
edited May 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
He sped off into the night
warm beer between his knees
everything making sense
for the first time
clarity
faith
belief
that he was on the right path

gravel under tires
dust in the air
and the sunken barge now visible
what is this place?
how many times has he been here.
and never got it?
how many times could have been
THE time?

memories roll in like waves
the sense of belonging overpowering
the wind speaking in a hushed tone
only audible through the leaves
and the power of knowing the end
feels warm, comforting
like a long lost friend,
yet to be born

the horsepower under foot
of the mustang, a weapon
a way to destroy all that
came before this very moment
and all that could be.
a moment in time
lost,…
upon,… no one
Peace, Love.

"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
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  • runawayrunaway Posts: 427
    an awakening?
    Music is the universal language
    What's better than a cigar? Ed with a sitar
  • the wolfthe wolf Posts: 7,027
    runaway wrote:
    an awakening?

    quite possible.
    Peace, Love.

    "To question your government is not unpatriotic --
    to not question your government is unpatriotic."
    -- Sen. Chuck Hagel
  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    good stuff. :thumbup:
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • jjwakkajjwakka Posts: 18
    Killer visuals in that one. Really takes one on a journey.
  • acrossssSsssshitttacrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    this one's a real rocker Wolf-man
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    the wolf wrote:
    He sped off into the night
    warm beer between his knees
    everything making sense
    for the first time
    clarity
    faith
    belief
    that he was on the right path

    gravel under tires
    dust in the air
    and the sunken barge now visible
    what is this place?
    how many times has he been here.
    and never got it?
    how many times could have been
    THE time?

    memories roll in like waves
    the sense of belonging overpowering
    the wind speaking in a hushed tone
    only audible through the leaves
    and the power of knowing the end
    feels warm, comforting
    like a long lost friend,
    yet to be born

    the horsepower under foot
    of the mustang, a weapon
    a way to destroy all that
    came before this very moment
    and all that could be.
    a moment in time
    lost,…
    upon,… no one
    I hear rearview mirror playing the loudest it can go in my head and its 1993 and I don't care who I kill, just looking for a way out. Probably not what you meant dear Wolf but what I got.
  • eyedclaareyedclaar Posts: 6,980
    Wolf,

    It could be my imagination, but I think with every passing piece, your writing voice becomes stronger and stronger. Not that you need any validation from me.
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  • mikalinamikalina Posts: 7,206
    I like this one - as always - I enjoy your poetry. It definetly brings me back - Lots of good times in that Ford Gran Torino. That was my choice of weapon.
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  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    I'm sensing a different tone than of late. This sounds like an emancipation of sorts. It is, of course, beautiful.
    (I drive a 99 grand am v6 with 160,000+ miles. The body is falling apart around it but I will drive it until it just won't go. I wish I could write an homage to it. I love my car.)
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    lettinggo wrote:
    I'm sensing a different tone than of late. This sounds like an emancipation of sorts. It is, of course, beautiful.
    (I drive a 99 grand am v6 with 160,000+ miles. The body is falling apart around it but I will drive it until it just won't go. I wish I could write an homage to it. I love my car.)
    I feel the same about my old apple green Jag, same year about the same miles. My homage to it is its PRLJAMN plate. I love my car, its got its old car quirks. Like it tries to lock me out of the car :wtf: kind of a mind of its own but behind the wheel with PJ cranked I feel empowered and free!
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    sounds like a good time
    a spiritual experience
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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