The Search For Adventure
People search for adventure
It is something everyone desires
The heart racing and the thrill
Battles fought to the death
For some meaningful moment
And finally the return to peace
Not everyone is happy with peace
For some, adventure
Is life in a moment
Desire
To be satisfied before death
Knowing they just love the thrill
Other shy from the thrill
and want a return to peace
Fearing damage or death
Pushed out the door to embark on an adventure
One of their pulsing desires
Only completely alive in that moment
Craving the moment
Like an animal with a taste for thrill
An addiction stronger than desire
More like an unfulfilled piece
An unsettling but far too normal tug, adventure
Creates beasts that fight to the death
You cannot help but fear death
Wonder what that moment
Will be like, searching for an answer in adventure
The end emulated by the thrill
And followed hopefully by the peace
The unknowable answer is what one desires
Tame your desire
Shove it away where only death
Can find it. That is peace.
Calm in that moment
Or does the thrill
Take hold and spin you on a new adventure?
Desiring, but never knowing, until that moment
Death holds you for comfort or thrill
Taking you away piece by piece in search of your adventure.
The Earth Isn't Static
Everywhere, if I wait long enough, becomes a home
That strange tasting city where I first met her
Running after the bus I was on. Yelling that she was coming,
Telling the driver to wait in a panicked voice
She introduced herself, panting, grinning. I responded in like.
We couldn’t hear each other over traffic sounds
Even our dingy apartment, a bustle of city sounds
Had that feel of home
The lift clattering in the morning became something I could like
Or at least tolerate, if only for her
Her scent was sunlight given voice
I’d open windows to welcome it with each morning’s coming
The dawn would break holy over the mews, the second coming
And bells, like angels’ horns, would sound
Struck speechless, I’d lose my voice
I wished I could’ve stayed home
Stayed there with her
It's like,
All those dreams we had, that we shared alike,
All crested in a wave. The tide coming
And receding and taking only her
The choice I made was sound
And yet I can’t find home
Without her voice
When I put pen to paper now, I’ve lost my voice
The words that came so easily, putting like with like
They have no home
This city, the grassy parks, the roar of tubes coming
It all sounds
just like her
Her
Voice
Sounds
Like
Coming
Home
I doubt we’ll ever meet again, me and her like
She was always moving on at the new year's coming
Tore up her roots. So, I’ll sit still and wait for home