Let's Go Travel the Planet.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Dying Would Be An Great Adventure Indeed


If I could die right now, I think I would.
I would bring you with me because I don't want to die alone-
To die alone would be a tragic end indeed.
I would want to die before you.
I would want to enter paradise confused
but then relax into joyous realization that you are right behind me smiling.
We would hug tightly then emerge into light.
Establishing how blind we were before this moment.
We would laugh,
saying how ironic it was, that we feared all those years
to lose our lives, when it really was the best thing that could have ever happened.
I would love you more than I ever have loved you, because my love would never die.
You would kiss me like forever laid at our feet, because for once, forever would be alive.
The people would not judge us – not of our age or color – because their efforts to do so would be in vain,
And vanity is nothing but a splinter when you already live in perfection.
We would taste the sky, the non-existence of air, and the beauty of each other's souls.
We would run and fall, but not get hurt.
It would be so surreal – looking back on our former existence and noticing that it was only a long road-
a road where we could meet, fall into one another and pass into our divine purpose.
We would die together, and live.
Yes, I think if death came to me,
I would greet it.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Baggage Claim


I am searching for baggage that goes with mine:
a suitcase that matches the rest of my junk,
mixed up and mangled and misshapen; 
a backpack to keep my lonely tote company;
anything at the ready to pack and flee with me
to scour the planet for adventurous lessons;
or a bag that can hold the weight of my belongings,
which happen to be very heavy at the moment.

Can you hold my world in your hands?
Can you make yourself last?
Will you fight to fall apart not?
Will you promise to at my side hang?

Life is messy and so am I – objects are sure to fly.
I need baggage to squeeze the fly-aways tight,
so that I might not lose these pieces of mine.
You will need to keep steadfast to me; 
I know it will be a perilous ride.
I assure you I will grasp your handle,
so long as you grasp mine.

Yes, I am looking for baggage that goes with mine:
some one who will travel by my side until we reach the world’s edge.