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Wandering Traveler
by Walter Jones (Age: 63)
copyright 04-24-2008


Age Rating: 4 to 127

 
Guitar strums a familiar melody
I am walking in the burning of reality
like a child floating in a raging sea
passion living consumes all of me
*
Hold me for a minute my soul just wants to be free
*
Feel the rhythm pounding like a run-a-way freight train
Slamming the images driving life inside my young brain
Hear the passion of the thread cutting through the rain
Going to some place I have never been
*
Wandering wind crosses every single image of me
*
Keeping the tempo of angels on the dawn
Wonder which was the right and which the wrong
Pounding thoughts whistle through the night
Passion takes the good with right
*
Silver lightning opens up a sky for free
*
Keep the faith while the soul runs wild
Who will control this learning fragile child
plains and hills are but blurring memories
seas are the answer to all we never see
*
Who is the writer in this screaming
*
Feel the pounding of a man running away
comforted by many angels begging him to stay
each a part of a life he has chosen to keep
putting the last of travel road to sleep
*
Ghost play upon the stage of used to be
*

Feel the rhythm of a run-a-way freight train
voices tell him he's going quietly insane
he is smiling playing the words in his brain
all is quiet on the western front
*
As the train rolls to stop see me and me


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04-25-2008 Frank Fields    

But who has seen the care with which this work was crafted? Give me images, yes. Sights and sounds, and smells, a rhythm and a beat that sends the reader on a relentless, but so carefully controlled voyage at light speed, through the path of life and more. Show me birth and life and death, but control the speed of all these wonders, while I feel them happening to myself, and I will show you a true work of inspiration. The whole it is complete, and obtains an even greater meaning, for all of its parts is each, itself, complete. I see the notes that, with clarity of sound, each rests upon its line and in its place, until, like a grand symphony, the whole is heard.

Any compliment to this write would demean it.

But it should be read by all, and each should offer what they, themselves, would want to hear of their own works.

Thanks are not enough, recognition perhaps better, true appreciation deserved and given. ^_^

Frank :)
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