People Say???

love, live, laugh

but do they?

signs hang in bathrooms

above fireplaces

in bedrooms

around a picture

but

is this happening

you keep watching and drifting

your words collect dust
people in this world are feeling lust
feeling life 
open your window to the world
if you want the world to bring you happiness
the sun is burning down
take a walk around

open your lidded eyes

as living signs of vitality

we bid farewell winds blew like hell

 eat, sleep, savour our travels

take time slow - so slow that it grows

till we're rolling 

we rise up - live it up

any time there is a chance for change

our skin will tremble

engage a different gear

dont wait for fear 

have the intention

Strangers becoming friends

friends becoming strangers

     all transcending 

rove like Neal & Jack

apprise us stories of travels

take desires breaths

be inspired to live

be spontaneous to laugh

under-take for love

By: Mike McNett


Note: there is a link on the first line its just to give you the idea of what it is that im talking about if you are not awar and a link on neal and jack so you know who they are

Green Plastic Chairs

I lay in the bed of the Gypsy Train

sun begins to set on pages of a book

corner of my eye watching sunflowers

pass by in beautiful blur

Zach Watson sits next to me

on a busted green plastic chair

guitar in lap we sing songs 

about girls of the past - we smile about the present

feeling enchanted while another crimson twilight  falls

the night passes in beautiful blur

Morning finds me in a tent

rheumy-eyed and hung over but still

that same smile about the present

entangled with an extraordinary brunette

my arm still sleeps resting under her head

I slide it from under her head delicately 

leave her lying to rest with a kiss

Zach Watson sits next to me

on a busted green plastic chair

cutting board in lap we are aged 26 and deliberate

reasons for conventionalism or lack of reasons

pots clank, potatoes fry, water boils, coffee is served

then all disintegrating into a mad talkfest-yellfest

our morning passes in beautiful blur

Afternoon is upon us

the road was calling

we don't talk, we say nothing, we drive on

through another South American Country

the wanders and wonder away from the pan-american

we scour the country side for a place to make our home for the night 

We site in our busted green plastic chairs

watching the day turn into night in "gypsy" solitary

skies are clear everything is silent except our voices and crackle of fire

stars and fireflies arrive

our eyes negotiate where stars begin fireflies end

oh how I love these beautiful blurs

By: Mike McNett


Authors note: there's a big wide beautiful world out there for those who want it, its out there!