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I took a road without markings
or sign posts
leaving behind memories
and old ghosts
treading cautiously, without friends
or enemies
free of anger
and jealousies
with only a ragged pack of ambition
a few songs
for rendition
and after thirst and deprivation
arrived here, in this place
with a hopeful heart
in good space
with the company of those
blind to the old me
except for the whispers
in my poetry
and, after rest and conversation
sought other paths
with no end in sight
where I could travel hard and light
and be free.
[comments] => 7 [counter] => 311 [topic] => 61 [informant] => spike [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 45 [ratings] => 9 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
Soultrek

Contributed by spike on Friday, 23rd June 2006 @ 07:18:41 AM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles






I took a road without markings
or sign posts
leaving behind memories
and old ghosts
treading cautiously, without friends
or enemies
free of anger
and jealousies
with only a ragged pack of ambition
a few songs
for rendition
and after thirst and deprivation
arrived here, in this place
with a hopeful heart
in good space
with the company of those
blind to the old me
except for the whispers
in my poetry
and, after rest and conversation
sought other paths
with no end in sight
where I could travel hard and light
and be free.




Copyright © spike ... [ 2006-06-23 07:18:41]
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Re: Soultrek (User Rating: 1 )
by NoSaint on Friday, 23rd June 2006 @ 10:10:24 AM AEST
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I liked this a lot

NS


Re: Soultrek (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 23rd June 2006 @ 08:18:09 PM AEST
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I love to read and ponder your poetry. I love to take each word, each line and put them in my mouth, chew on 'em, savor their different tastes, spout 'em out in oral honor.

Ya took me on a metaphoric journey to a "good space" where I too "could travel hard and light, And be free."
Wonderful ----- oh and SUPERB!

One question. Is that an Australian landscape?

wabl
KenMoore
cowboy


Re: Soultrek (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Friday, 23rd June 2006 @ 10:20:14 PM AEST
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Well now, here's a fine example of why I love coming to your page and why I'll come back again and again and again and.... (and I know already, I'm soooooooooo going to ramble here!!!!)

A while back I stumbled across this while surfing the net:
"Sitting in the control room of a radio station and smoking a cigarette is a long-haired, quiet, intense young man. The lights blink ON AIR ON AIR, and then switch to KEROUAC KEROUAC. And indeed the words are from the author of On the Road, and here the voice breaks into the jazz poems of Kerouac's Mexico City Blues, perhaps the greatest volume of straight-out jazz poetry ever written. And the man who's reading them, in a gently-inflected smoke-tinged voice, is JOHNNY DEPP, who, when not starring in movies, is an avid Kerouac fan and scholar." (Surprised? I... wasn't. I'll try to explain...)

That's seriously cool, right? But it gets better.... Johnny wrote about the experience, why he was there and the events of the day - including an interaction with Allen Ginsberg that lead to a strange sort of friendship (that maybe only artsts/poets could understand) between them that lasted until Ginsberg's death. Ginsberg had, that day, upon overhearing Depp rehearsing Kerouac's piece, attempted to redirect him by demonstrating how it should be read. Depp, of this initial meeting, wrote (in part):
"I was looking straight down the barrel at one of the most gifted and important poets of them twentieth century, and with all the truth and guts I could muster up, I said in response, "Yeah, but I'm not reading it as him, I'm reading it as me. It's my interpretation of his piece."

How fabulous is that?! Ginsberg knew then, that Johnny 'got it'. I had known for a while that he did and cannot tell you how thrilled I was to find "proof" of it. I chased down Johnny's article and even - found (!!!) that recording... I cannot even tell you how many times I listened to it that night.

I tell you this long (I think, fabulous) story here for a reason....

I came here, found this, read it aloud, got the beat immediately and knew without doubt -

YOU get it too.

... and to my way of thinking, there just ain't nothin' finer than a poet/artist who embraces, understands and is inspired by another of his kind, so to speak. Extremely well done, poet!


~Snemmy
(who gets seriously wound up over stuff like this!!!!!)


Re: Soultrek (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 24th June 2006 @ 04:25:12 PM AEST
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Ah,Spike,Kerouac?"Reading Dharma Bums,by Jack Kerouac,over and over again."
This is the business,

Den


Re: Soultrek (User Rating: 1 )
by deadclown on Sunday, 25th June 2006 @ 05:05:36 AM AEST
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Really liked this.Great piece of work. Refreshin to read somethin with a positive outlook(unlike my own.Nevermind.I like bein a misery) . Also, great interests. Love it


Re: Soultrek (User Rating: 1 )
by Merry on Sunday, 2nd July 2006 @ 11:48:17 AM AEST
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Spike
This poem says so much about life and how we traverse the path - about the different times in our lives and how we deal with change - so well done - such smooth transitioning from one phase to another - well done my friend.

Merry


Re: Soultrek (User Rating: 1 )
by girltranscended on Wednesday, 2nd August 2006 @ 10:40:12 PM AEST
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just gotta add to the love here.... I fell right into the beat, it moved me along. and upon re-read especially adore
"Blind to the old me,
Except for the whispers
In my poetry"
and the fact that you not only journied with no path, no one else, found friends, then journied again seeking more, less - just spectacular. It speaks of your core being - your strength.
(you seem to be free already)
gt :)




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