My name is Geysir Joe.
Traveled far, but always resided near.
Seen the moon and experienced the night of a deep hole.
Listen closely those that hear.
My face is disguised with many lines.
Each one represents a traveled path.
Some are course and others fine.
Such is the aftermath.
My eyes have explored for things true;
Escaping my vision at times.
Still my spirit was renewed
From darkness into light did I climb.
I share what I dare,
Where few ever hear
Where delusions appear everywhere
Where little is really as it appears.
Geysir Joe
Monday, November 20, 2006
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