HOUDINI REMAINS TRAPPED

Day One! Zero hour and the mind races into a void of contemplation. Inspiration is fleeting and days roll into a puzzle of choices. Bottles of medicine line the desk, empty of relief. Broken clock resides atop a black screen reflecting a host of wisdom. Greece and Spain are separated, yet both remain apart of a trip that defined My Life. Too quiet in this town. Where are the chaotic sounds of the Road? No entry into this room that overlooks a Suburban settlement. No time for Religion and faith in this sky. Rain will begin to consume these wandering feet, placing its cold element into my caged existence. When the music stops the wind howls to a whisper in a clear contradiction of perceived truth. Lonely Planet. Screaming souls who desire a chance to survive the tide of globalization are searching for words on a design that carries a smokeless clarity placed inside an open palm. Houdini remains trapped within the past, a lock unbroken and secure from theft. Leaves are constantly falling, blanketing the ground, scattering colors that collide on fresh dirt. Grey and decaying Skyline, golden and rose trees caught within an intended breeze. Ash in the pipe and diplomacy continues to fail at the rusted desks of a U.N. reaching for a safe answer. Italy and Greece release their corrupted guides, attempting to revive their fortunes in a system plagued by lost wealth and trust. Writers of the Beat Generation hold a revelation of intricate beauty for this drifter, delivering profound movements of the Word into each new day.