The snow descended from the mountains
just like the wolves descend upon their prey,
whisking the snowflakes all about,
letting each one go their own way.
The chill in the air grew colder,
rushing all living souls inside their homes,
while the treacherous winds fling about
as we all rush to shelter ourselves from the cold.
Surrounded by the rainforest on one side,
with the mountains on the other,
each one of us braces ourselves,
welcoming the harsh Alaskan winter weather.
I broke all of the rules
got in a car and drove far away
pressed my foot down harder to pick up the pace,
and began to toss my items into the wind
as I said my piece.
I feel so free
not chained by normalcy,
and now I can throw this away,
letting myself continue this road to my dreams.
So, please just let me go,
just let me go on with my own normal life.
In a diner in the middle of nowhere
I’ve found myself listening to the desert wind,
howling and screaming begging to come in
as I stare at the menu trying to select a meal.
Sitting by the window people glance on in,
wondering what could be held inside this old beat up diner
that’s placed in the middle of nowhere.
A lost soul that has been traveling the lonely roads
a broken heart that is in need of some repairs wandered into the middle of nowhere,
looking for a place to call home for the night,
even if it is inside an old beat up diner in the middle of nowhere.
Curly hair that flows so freely,
as the sun dances upon her skin
kissing it ever so gently
as her soul and heart fly with the wind.
Her heart and soul jump on the waves of the wind
letting it take her where she is needed at that moment in time,
for she is no mere mortal
for she is a daughter of the wind,
daughter of the earth,
daughter of the sea,
she is meant to be wild
not grounded to the pavement with her two feet.
I am the type of person who is always looking for the next place to travel, the next place to lay my head while I learn more of my holistic trade, help others, and write more poetry and stories. I am what most people call a nomad, wanderluster, a wandering hippie who wants to learn everything, see everything, and heal everything. And that is exactly who I am. I am constantly thinking about the next place I want to travel to, and experience the culture surrounding the area. It is in my bones, in my skin, in my heart, and in my soul. This is why I keep a handful of things with me, just a duffel bag of clothes and books, and a backpack.
For three years, I lived in New Mexico, in Taos for a good portion, and Albuquerque for a brief period. While I lived there I ended up going numerous adventures, one long weekend I got in my car and went to Utah and Arizona, and trust me it was amazing. I went to Colorado on numerous occassions to see family and friends, I traveled to Oklahoma to see my parents and younger brother. And at one point I went to California and had a great time. Now, I currently live in Alaska, situated next to Canada, above Washington, and a flight away from New Zealand and Japan. And right now, I can’t wait to see where my soul and feet take me next, because I live for adventures.
When you are nomadic at heart, you are bound to have endless adventures. And there is nothing wrong with that, because that is the soul you were born with. Where do you like to travel? Do you like going on long trips to unknown destinations?
One of the members of a lost generation,
Where the poet takes off down the road,
leaving behind the modern temptation.
Gone are the ways of the old fashioned tradition,
Gone are the white picket fences,
While saying ‘hello’ to the path that was written for I,
and live the nomadic life.
A bag filled with journals, hopes, and clothes,
hopping along this life,
never knowing what the Universe holds.
Oh, how beautiful is she?
She is a beauty that no one else has ever seen,
One that comes once in a million years.
She shines from the inside out,
Deep from the purest heart her body keeps caged and locked away,
Something so grand has caught me, leaving me vulnerable to the elements.
Oh, help me.
For she could never love someone like me,
A mess locked away in a three piece suit,
Sheltering my heart away,
Keeping her at bay,
And myself safe,
Safe from rejection.