Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop, so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I
Feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance
And pull me in with steady hands
They've given me a second chance
just another seeker in poetry, religion, and the paranormal...finding love sometimes and conversation.
I am also a practicing Dudeist Minister...
'Mix the holy beverage;
Embrace the rug that ties the room together.
Your arms and legs will rise and move;
Then return to rest,
All while sipping a Caucasian,
You'll be there, man,
Totally unspoiled.
A reading from The Dude De Ching...