Weekend Travel Tips:
Many who depart Paris
so passionately for Istanbul
Never survive the doldrums of Belgrade.

 

 

When the simple hear shots,
They always assume that they were aimed at someone.
(The heading of this item could have been another one of those along the lines of:
"Why It Is So Difficult To Talk About This Sort Of Thing With Most People?")

Men board the Mystical Express
with near fanatical devotion to the destination,
But midway in the journey,
as their hormonal weight begins to settle,
The great threat to the journey becomes
the comfort and familiarity of their accustomed seat.

At the out-set, in the city-of-lights, none stare,
But soon all are in window seats,
Faces pressed to the glass,
Eyes glazed over,
with foggy memories of the grand urge
that originally put them on board.

And yet with the right effort, luck, and a good ticket,
This transcendental train is a time machine,
Which one can board at age twenty,
And forty years later be ageless.

Examining herself in the mirror,
Jesus' latest girlfriend noted,
“After being around you
I'm no longer as concerned about sagging skin
as I am about drooping awareness.”
One man discovered a fountain on his property,
It seemed to run ceaselessly,
and he could not determine its source.

Men are given to say that though science provides today's necessary answers, it fails to address man's spiritual questions. But man has no such--only a less than possible mental state.

The Reason: A Poem (More Or Less):
The reason that men don't want to see that life itself
is alive is because,
Then they'd be face-ed,
With the money they've wasted,
In all of their human pursuits.

It was discovered that one well-known mystic never stopped
to meditate like others of his ilk.
And someone surmised that he did it continually
while on-the-run.