During the 2013 Kerrville Folk Festival

From Mecca to Medina
On a pilgrimage to become a Haji
Village teacher in many communities

Muster energy to plan a return
since entering off the bus, trust value is earned
splendor a rushing thrust
when your turn allows to blush
embrace the taste of your touch

Read journeys in journals of poetry
Swimming in real rivers with no chlorine
cooking on steel pans,
with steel guitar strings between our hands
look to pealing tears through joys and fears
toying with letters, my dear sincerely
since you have been here we hear no better
Flow like weaves through a grandmother’s handwoven sweater
Opening up a whole in your soul that holds the sole answer
Love is the religion, music is the religion
love music is the composition of rhythms
if your listen, the universal language
gives U & I a chance to verse anguish
in a sanguine finesse that suggests the depths of being blessed

From Mecca to Medina, Tx
Spirits gather in lyrics sitting next to a nexus
under a lexicon as still relatively a new invention
skills from techniques of experience
stimulate our peak deliverance in a thrilling sequence
The content is content with only that which is sent
Interpreted, delivery interrupted for suspense
suspend the senses, tending to the bending frames of lenses
where the diagnosis is

The festivities were a pleasure to relax at ease
with no need to measure memories
but forever we will remember the musicality

The Zombie Plowboy neighbors
play dreams through a mandolin and harmonica
Candice had run against an incumbent for senator
The chances of running into friends makes any enemies outnumbered

During the Kerrville Folk Festival in 2013’s summer

Before the Kerrville Folk Festival

The breath of taking a dip into the depth of consciousness
is like giving a lift to an unknown passenger
unmasked are the answers responded by a prophet
as the gas generates times to find narratives of similar topics
political, social, economic

This parable applies to pedestrian people all around the planet

a meeting with the fantastic
who doesn’t show all the tricks
fixated on the road we know
all the passenger has is a light load

The heights of the mountains and lows of the valleys and canyons
inspires them to recite poetry and prose instead using the radio
the tires below rumble the bass line as they go

Tasting the sublime phonetics
by hearing the dialect of cultural respects
steering an object like a space ship
from here to where home is

another forgotten trail with shops for sale
traveling is the best method to unravel salient discoverings

a weekend of camping
without electricity and with good company
away from companies advertising more commodities

Sitting under the trees
sipping on some tea
taking a trip to a new city

We spend some time
at the Palace of Rhymes
to reach other channels and combine
at a folk festival with folks so beautiful
it’s not improbable to paint a picture of an apostle out of these people

It feels good to be in the neighborhood of a musical
being off work makes this all possible

The poetry factory is visiting the Kerrville Folk Festival