Truth of Youth

It had been a hectic travel…

filled with disbelief and crucifixes.

A cross upon a land…I did not understand.

Had I been hardened by the age of early youth?

Had I been shown that my truth…was not the truth?

Looking out at these dismal days…imageedit__6908219087.jpg

Afflictive moments where pinewood boards had been a place to play.

Strong enough, if I had been…

the cross would have been my friend.


Thought for a Black Sabbath day

“I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference.”  ― Jack Kerouac
“I don’t know, I don’t care, and it doesn’t make any difference.”
Jack Kerouac

When times flies, as it will, intelligent life is circled around less time with stupid people and less time with wasted conversation…with above mentioned stupid people.

 “the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

It is a mad, mad, mad, mad, mad world aft
er all and it is grower smaller by the minute!