The Immortal Wize

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The Cajon Pass

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leaving Los Angeles headed for

Victorville is one hell of a climb

up a hill feels like Jesus took the wheel

floating through the air on wheels

stuck on cruise control

between San Bernardino

in southern California

on a dangerous road too

cloudy to see up ahead of me

nothing to guide me but

tail lights out in front of me

told everyone about the

exhilarating experience

they laughed and made fun

of the spiritual awakening

I grew in church on old time

religion then got too grown for

my britches tore out to make

my own decisions now I

I believe what I believe

not all I been told to believe

by those who chose to believe

what they were told to believe

I once believed in a Easter

bunny and and a old white man

called Santa Clause too now

when it comes to my soul I'm

the keeper of my own truth

living in water breathing under

water living on water wading

in the water can't burn fire with

fire clouds on the ground bursting

like water balloons woke up in

Apple Valley now I see clear to

the moon on top of a mountain

3,777 feet of elevation the

closest I'll ever get to heaven on the

ground rolled down the window

touch sky don't need wings to fly

I'll be there some time in

the morning or some time

Sunday evening or Sunday night

unsure of the exact time on the clock

until then I'll be sailing on the map

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		mlowe5 says: Beautiful. Indeed, "...we must be the keepers of our own truth..." The ride took me back some years ago when we drove (me the truck; she the car) from LA to here in VA (just outside of Richmond). Be safe. ONE. Peace and Love. poems by this commentor SO IT BE TIME'S EASTER AND THE VILLAGE OF WE AND THEY...US AND THEM

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Sick (0192025)

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Close Call (0182025)

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Quick Witted

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Concoction

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That Away (142025)

sometimes I feel as though I'm heading in the wrong direction I could turn around but curious about where it will lead me when I get there I find out I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, going the wrong way to get there is what lead me here it feel that way sometime

The Third Stage (142025)

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