barabus

I have decided that summer2009 I will ride my motorcycle from Purdhoe Bay, Alaska ( the most Norhern Road in the Arctic) to Ushuaia, Argentina ( most Southern road in the Antarctic). I will take my time. If I time it right over 6 months I will chase Summer down the planet. Skip Winter for a year.
I am working on a poem that is breaking my heart. It feels like it is clawing its way out of my chest .It will have to come out I guess. i suppose i should just finish it. Pull it out before it tears up my guts. It cuts with terrible truths that no one should hear. But not today. I am fragile right now thanks to an evil bottle of Irish whiskey I crawled into last night.

This is not the poem that is breaking my heart. This one just bruised it a little:

i will wander
I will wander to see
all there is to see

I will rest
i will rest in a warm place
When i am weary
i will rest
only so i may wander

i will eat
i will eat all that is put before me
i will eat
until i am no longer hungry
then i will wander

i will drink
i will drink until i am drunk
i will drink until my thirst has abated
then i will wander

i will hate
i will hate those things i deem abhorrent
though i know it is wrong
i will hate
then i will wander

i will love
i will love though it pains me to do so
though every love ends
though even the greatest loves end
i will love
then i will wander