when you've run too hard
it pounds in your ear
i can barely hear
Where are You?
i come up for air sometimes
convincing myself all's well
all shall be well
and manner of things
but then the roar begins
Where are You?
and i gasp wondering
how i ended up here
Never doubt. Never
ever doubt He's working.
someday i'll see
Right here.
find You
breathe free
Just saw your blog today.
ReplyDeleteI have been hitchhiking the United States for most of 15 years.
Just thought you would like to read this poem:
Goodbye, Las Vegas
By Tim Shey
“Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.”
“He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying”
“Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal”
--T.S. Eliot
“The Waste Land”
Desert jackals
Run to their destruction
Hollow eyes see nothing
Behind shades of glass
Painted Jezebel faces
Unrecognized by man
Mourning becomes electric
As piercing city lights
Rape the virgin night
This place never sleeps
And never awakes from death
Black Jack table bait
Roll-the-dice breath
Throw your money down
This is casino heaven
Idolatry never felt so good
This harlot language doesn’t speak
Straw fires always burn fast
I see the Prophet Jeremiah weeping
Over a people brought down to bankruptcy
By a Queen, a King and three Aces
A hitchhiker wanders hardened streets
With his burden on his back
This is the heart of darkness
Lifeless buildings built with foolish gold
I see Sodom burning
And bodies turned to ash
They were very fluent
In arrogance, pride, adultery
And enviropaganspeak
You have sold your soul to Satan
Do you remember Noah’s Flood?
The City of David was sacked by Romans
And America by Marxist-Darwin thugs
The Stranger leaves the graveyard
And the stench of Vegas Past
And hitches a ride to Barstow
Across the relentless Mohave
On Interstate Fifteen
thanks for sharing, those are good! happy wanderings!
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