riding the wind like a bird
the ground far below blurred
but it’s no deterrent
for the easy glider riding the wind’s calm current
with a view of the beautiful world below
he knows he can land where he wants to go
the easy glider cruises airways defying death
knowing it could be his last breath
defiantly setting aside fear
high in the atmosphere
to experience what few others see
that high altitude beauty
have you ever wondered what will grow on Mars someday
when mankind lands on the planet’s harsh red clay?
in a distant future where humans can go anyplace
and are masters of planet-hopping in space
the alien landscapes will provide a place to grow
food and plants for any aficionado
the planet’s inhabitants teaching humans about their geography
opening up the doors to communication and community
imagine then a time of peace
lasting for eternity
like a bloodhound on a safari of scents
I relentlessly stalk each moment of the day
searching for something new to say
I let my animal instincts lead the way
when seeking story’s to share each day
eagerly searching for mysteries
and histories to proudly display
I hope my hunt for knowledge
all these days, never goes away
I met an friendly orca the other day
all she wanted to do was play
two left-tentacled octopuses I met
played their guitars in a watery duet
I was entertained one time by singing krill
swimming off the beautiful coast of Brazil
while surfing with bull sharks off of Bali
I discovered they were gossipy and silly
but I think my favorite tale
is when I rode a blue whale!
pack your bag and let’s go
it’s traveling time
don’t ya know?
It doesn’t matter
where we go
what country we see
it’s about the adventure
don’t ya know?
escape your status quo
in exotic lands
or a hidden archipelago
the decision is yours
don’t ya know?
city lights shinning so bright they light up the night, exposing activities you see in all cities. The harsh glow illuminates endless alleys and trash cans waiting for the morning light when they’ll be emptied of their rotten secrets and given new life.
skyscrapers stretch into the night sky like beacons burning brightly from a thousand rooms. Lights glowing like luminous ribbons on countless streets seeking to chase away stubborn shadows that escape the view of endless car’s headlights.
days turns into neon nights that defy the dark skies. People walking under an artificial glow in disguise. Petty thieves and gangsters clinging to the shadows like wraiths, waiting to catch unwary souls who venture beyond the incandescent safety of the radiant light.
tourists walking by glaring marquees that tease numerous delights in the always busy nights. So many things to see in the lucent city.
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While walking down a street in the Kingdom of Thailand where ex-pats from around the world land, blending seamlessly into the local 1970 economy, I met a young boy with a man’s eyes.
He was probably ten – going onto forty – with worldly knowledge far beyond his tender years. Anuia was a frail street waif with the wisdom of the local marketplace for sale. He promised the best place to stay, my drug of choice, and prostitutes with breathless beauty, if I hired him throughout my stay.
We toured a banana plantation, and a red light district called
Pattaya, with outrageous sex acts they were not even considered risqué in the day. Creedance Clearwater Revival rocked the bars with “Looking Out My Backdoor.” I smoked some of the best weed in my life, comparing it to the Vietnamese strain that made you forget your name.
We watched kick fighter’s knock each other out, only to get up afterwards and respectfully bow to one another. Anuia shared his best curse words to get quick results, and bargained over every transaction like it might be his last. He was shrewd and a survivor, with no parents or family.
The thing that impressed me the most was he was always smiling – except when he negotiated a deal. His smile seemed to defy the life he led. When my time was up, and I had to go, he shook my hand, then turned to greet another group of visitors deplaning nearby.