Down the dusty road
amidst gust
the self proclaimed
rusty bloke
tramples the track
wet by sweat
of the petrified legend
with molten heart
the shining abode
sends a chariot
with morning gleam
as charioteer
to fetch the rider
of courage boat
smiling as if kissing the beam
he looks away
to face the wind with open arms
as if to usurp
all of it in his palms
he turns and quirks
as messanger watches by
humbled am I for I am called by
the gateway of heaven
alas I seek
the passage to hell
for thats where
journey is pleasant
than the destination.................................................................
Sunday, September 02, 2007
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