Winter Weather Advisory
Is an ominous euphemism
For “It may snow.”
Winter – cold
Weather – snow
Advisory – warning
Beware of snow
Aaaggh
Which is when I usually hear
The beaten dead horse cliches
Zipping around like molecules
“Drive safe”, or “be safe” or
The worst one. “Have a “safe” trip”
That are so worn out
Like bald tires, I say…
Nope, I am going to drive
With reckless abandon
If nothing else, then try
To keep them alert of
Their rhetorical redundancy
Safe is one of those safe words
One can say, when they don’t know
What the fuck else to say
If anyone put in the slightest effort
To wish someone well on a departure
They would leave them with
Have an exciting adventure or
Hope that while you are on the way
To your destination that you get
Closer to your soul and discover your self
In the process of going to Cleveland
Or over that snowy mountain pass
“The point of the journey
Is not to arrive”
“The point of departure
Is not to return”
From Rush’s
“Prime Mover”
Even though every trip
May seem to others
Like redundant work
In a five hundred mile factory
While sitting in an air ride chair
With few bathroom breaks
Each and every one
Is entirely different
From who you speak with
If you can get a quick laugh
Or share a common complaint
To what you listen to on
The new nightly adventure
Music, heavy metal, classical,
Jazz, pop, grunge, standards,
Latin, classic rock, country
Or my new favorite ………….
Nothing at all, save for my thoughts
News, fake, favorite or focused
Audio books, or old time radio
Or just a good song
From Rush’s
“Prime Mover”
“Basic elemental
Instinct to survive
Stirs the higher passions
Thrill to be alive
Alternating currents
In a tidewater surge
Rational resistance
To an unwise urge
Anything can happen…
From the point of conception
To the moment of truth
At the point of surrender
To the burden of proof
From the point of ignition
To the final drive
The point of the journey
Is not to arrive
Anything can happen…
Basic temperamental
Filters on our eyes
Alter our perceptions
Lenses polarize
Alternating currents
Force a show of hands
Rational responses
Force a change of plans
Anything can happen…
From a point on the compass
To magnetic north
The point of the needle
Moving back and forth
From the point of entry
Until the candle is burned
The point of departure
Is not to return
Anything can happen…
I set the wheels in motion
Turn up all the machines
Activate the programs
And run behind the scene
I set the clouds in motion
Turn up light and sound
Activate the window
And watch the world go ’round
From the point of conception
To the moment of truth
At the point of surrender
To the burden of proof
From the point of ignition
To the final drive
The point of a journey
Is not to arrive
Anything can happen…”
Looking at the world through a windshield. 
I loooove that song. My favourite album of theirs. I listened to it ad nauseam while driving hours every week to visit a friend who didn’t have a car.
Strangely (or not), I’ve always had an aversion to people telling me to stay safe – whether it be on a solo backpacking trip, a gig in a fetid hellhole halfway across the world, strolling down a dark alley in a drug-infested metropolis, or driving across the country. Heck, people say that if I get on a plane. If I wanted to “stay safe” I wouldn’t leave my couch. Which is usually where people who say that that sort of tripe reside. Not my life.
I once spent months working on my mind to get rid of “context” – in order to be as pure as I could be in responding to new stimulii. I knew I got there when I was siting on the floor in front of a fire and heard a strange sound. (All without drugs of course) Took me a couple minutes to realize it was the doorbell, where someone was waiting for me to open the door. I was just enchanted by a sonic occurrence where none had been the second before. That felt like one of the most dangerous things I ever did. I don’t recommend it. Though it was a fascinating experiment.
All to say, amen brutha! I love the way you think. And Be.
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“I was siting on the floor in front of a fire and heard a strange sound.”
Made me think of an Iron Maiden song reflecting your experience, since you said you would not recommend it.
“Dance Of Death”
Let me tell you a story to chill the bones
About a thing that I saw
One night wandering in the everglades
I’d one drink but no more
I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight
Gazing up at the stars
Not aware of a presence so near to me
Watching my every move
Feeling scared and I fell to my knees
As something rushed me from the trees
Took me to an unholy place
And that is where I fell from grace
Then they summoned me over to join in with them
To the dance of the dead
Into the circle of fire I followed them
Into the middle I was led
As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear
But still I wanted to go
And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me
As I walked onto the coals
And I felt I was in a trance
And my spirit was lifted from me
And if only someone had the chance
To witness what happened to me
And I danced and I pranced and I sang with them
All had death in their eyes
Lifeless figures they were undead all of them
They had ascended from hell
As I danced with the dead
My free spirit was laughing and howling down at me
Below my undead body
Just danced the circle of dead
Until the time came to reunite us both
My spirit came back down to me
I didn’t know if I was alive or dead
As the others all joined in with me
By luck then a skirmish started
And took the attention away from me
When they took their gaze from me
Was the moment that I fled
I ran like hell faster than the wind
But behind I did not glance
One thing that I did not dare
Was to look just straight ahead
When you know that your time has come around
You know you’ll be prepared for it
Say your last goodbyes to everyone
Drink and say a prayer for it
When you’re lying in your sleep, when you’re lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead
When you’re lying in your sleep, when you’re lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead
To this day I guess I’ll never know
Just why they let me go
But I’ll never go dancing no more
‘Til I dance with the dead
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Nice!
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I’d sure like to ride along with your thoughts for music
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