Mind Traveler:Gravel yet to be Traveled
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He’s a far flung song that echoes along whose secrets remain hid inside a pyramid
His footsteps retrace back through the sands of time and rhyme in synch to a unique beat that is replete with a melody that you don’t have to be near to hear
Water droplets splash in the hand forming concentric circles that highlight what he writes as his visions take flight
Dark crowded clouds are dearly departed by a party that got started when imagination became his destination with a predilection for heading in the correct direction
Never dissuaded, always elated he proceeds at warp speed to explore a universe yet to be traversed. You’re invited to travel upon the gravel
As it were in a slur and a blur is a need for proclivity and ingenuity in all of his activities with which to write with all of his might, day or night
To heave is to breathe, to live is to give, to learn is to yearn to see into infinity. Such is the stuff of star dust
How exact is the zodiac? Don’t know but as far as it goes he is the fresco of a Pisces whose theme is an extreme dream. There’s no sleep required to see what is desired
Of the perfect picture to be painted one must summon the beauty of a woman. This he postulates. Such is the art he celebrates
He has yet to travel this planet that we all too often take for granted. He wants to see the galaxy. He as in mind whatever he can find
There is Egypt where treasures are hid in pyramids. The domes of Rome stand on their own. There are stars beyond Mars whose roads we need to probe. This he thinks to blink. This he does just because
Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer
Copyright? March 16th, 1960
About the Author
Around and About the Author Like Blade, has a great allergic reaction to garlic, be it organic or scientifically manufactured Loves spaghetti but, has yet acquired a taste for store bought tomato paste Longs for the sea but, please dispense with the salt. Like the visitors on Alien Nation it will quickly bring life to a screeching halt Hates racism for it is truly not sublime. Like on District 9 it doesn’t even work with close encounters of the third kind Loves the story well told about Battlefield Earth. To the ex-wife the transmission echoes the tale of gaining all of the gold but, with no life to live, much less, the pocket change with which to grow old Lives for serving up old cold plates of revenge. Like in the Wrath of Khan, some say, genetically speaking, that Ricardo Montalban is part Klingon or, so it would seem for both love to hear, in the void of space, their combatants, ever so profusely, scream! Greatly relieved not to worry about L. A.’s greater metropolitan rush hour. Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker make the memories humorous and much less dower Given a telescope, a microscope, a star chart and, a row boat, guarantees good times in fun places, as we ever so boldly go