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John Faa of Dunbar (nomad song-Westward Ho)

Meet the nomads of America,

the misfits of our race

the ones who ride on rails in boxcars

Carrying Lives

from place to place.

Meet the ones

Who stick out thumbs,

Gypsies of the high plains

and Roma tribes of Oregon.

The state fair circus folk

with peculiar tattooed faces,

Staring through the sunburnt haze

into the depths

of outer space.

The carny girls

who pass through town

and band van drifters

who just don’t

stick around…

it’s something that we

have never had,

but i guess that’s all it really is;

just a different type of being sad,

the hunted vagabond kid.

the loneliness of the road,

the freedom of the wanderer,

the empty absence of a home-

but at times i think,

Fuck it let’s go,

Pack my shit

and

Westward Ho.

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Different

I find myself in

a different space,

a different place,

surrounded by strange,

but familiar face.

The yet unknown

intrigues me so,

but it’s still a place,

I’m hesitant to go.

The more I stay,

the more I grow,

the more I realize what I’m

willing to show.

It’s beginning to become

from which we all must roam,

it’s beginning to become

home.


Break Free

Why must we feel constrained

by the fabrics of our clothing?

by the confines of our home?

by the limits of our knowledge?

by the boundaries of our city?

Not me,

I say,

Break free!

Break free from these so called

limitations.

these so called ends.

create a new limit, a new end.

Become your own person,

and encourage your friends!

If each of you had one

new thought,

imagine the ideas we could have!

Don’t try to be me

and I won’t try to be you.

Create and reinvent yourself

make a new you,

the real you,

the true you.


Home

A place where you go

to get away.

A place where, if you want,

you can stay.

A place where troubles

pass you by.

A place with sweet, delicious,

homemade pie.

A place where you can go

when you feel so alone.

What place is this?

This place is Home.

 


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Nothin’s easy

when you’re

feelin’ queasy.

Nothin’s fun

when you’re

on the run.

people are scared

with you’re

blue hair.

you got you’re gun

and now it’s done.

Just pull the trigger

and watch it flash

before your eyes.

Give it a squeeze

and watch him

crumple to his knees.

It doesn’t matter

anymore.

When he’s

sinking to the floor.

Nothin’s hard

with you’re

own petard.

Everything’s fun

when you

got a gun.

They’re still scared

of your

red hair.

But the nightmare

is over

before it begun.


a favorite place of mine

the boy went out

to find his home

the dog set out

to find his bones

mother wept

for just awhile

father came home

passed out on the floor

slept in his clothes

he was gone before morn

a favorite place of mine

was always under the covers

i feel so safe

from outside bothers

i clench my eyes closed shut

in hopes that when i open them

love will be there


Ocean Bird

Ocean Bird soars

past gates and Doors

Past ports and towns,

Past smiles and frowns

Over the World’s troubles

Gliding effortless and subtle

In the strobe of the light

Of Sunshine morning, Glory flight

Ocean Bird soars

Past dark shadowed Moors,

Past caves by the coasts

Over lonely Ghosts

Out to the Sea

Of Joyous uncertainty,

Ocean Bird soars

To Heavenly lures

Past the dark storm cloud,

Past the Mean-eyed crowd

Past the dangerous waters

Till white snow covers

The Docks and the piers

And the daylight clears

Every cloud from the Skies

Opening up the Wanderer’s Eyes,

Ocean Bird soars

With a Soul so Pure!

Past the white-capped foam,

He’s found a Home


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