{the silent road saga}~~{paRt III33thre3}

jfs5-10-10jfs5-10-10 Posts: 326
edited September 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The road is cold tonight.
The bards and traveling band invite me in.
Into the smoke.
Into whiskey soaked sins.
but I've got work to do.
My thoughts swimming and peyote running through my brain.
Back in my tent the paint is gone.
And my canvas is empty.
So I prick my skin
Let my disease create a masterpiece on the cloth before me.
The ancient Indian warned me.
Not to partake in temptations.
This night on the silent road has become a different shade of black for the exiled poet.
But in the morning
Under brilliant radiance,
We will cross the divide.
And the sickness will leave me.

Onward to the thirteen falls of the silent road.
<b>Your light's reflected now,... reflected from afar...
We were but stones,... your light made us stars</b>

Buffalo 5-10-10...First PJ show..Life changing..magical..
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Comments

  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    peyote - i knew there was some sort of hallucinogen somewhere in this story
    this is awesome dude
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
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