Escape Velocity
We are the Jovians. Pushing outward, moving onward.
It was the Motto of her people. It was the summary of their migration out ward.
Had they become just words?
Once upon a time they had been born of an Eden world long since consumed by their sun, Sol. When it became too crowded some pushed outward to Mars. The histories, stories and legends tell how the first Martians fought for the right to terraform their home and make it more live-able. Many of Earth felt Mars should remain untouched and unspoiled. When Earth was consumed, she had to wonder, did the Martians feel vindicated or horrified? There was little love l
CH-1, First Impressions
They say that first impressions are important. First impressions, I can't help but smile as I think about that as the thief in front of us walks closer. Well dressed for a thief.
There are two more thieves coming around the sides. One to the left, one to the right. I almost didn't notice them though the thick spiny thorn infested bushes they call trees down here. Almost. but it doesn't matter, I can't run and leave Gwen, we're out numbered, again, and wouldn't be able to fight with these odds.
I hang my head and start to laugh. How could it possibly get worse. The man approaching in front stops and shouts
CH-2 The Road In
For the first few miles or so no one said a word. The only sounds were those of foot steps on the road. Gwen and my foot steps. Michael and his people apparently walked with complete silence when they wanted to. After following and watching a while I realized it was from a combination of carefully choosing where they stepped and making a conscious effort to always place and pick up their feet vertically. If they dragged their feet and made noise as Michael had done earlier, it was to help mask the noise of others. When ever Gwen or I would stumble they gave us stares as if we had called down a den of thieves upon us.
Solution Confusion Copyright Keith Frost Feb/1987
Solution confusion how to decide
a problem for every answer
I often wonder why
why can't life be simple,
or atleast a little less complex.
the more i try to straighten things,
the more they become a mess.
the problem that I love
I hate it when it's this way
the lesser of two evils,
which way will beauty sway.
Solution confusion how to decide.
the decision that I make
will surly change my life.
Should it be made by looking forward
or instead by looking behind
do i let my heart make the choice
or let wisdom be my guide
do I try and answer the questions
or should it be the
Honor among thieves
the way it should be
did I steal your heart
or did you steal mine from me.
A thief in the night
so quiet and swift
memories in my mind
A silhouette in the foggy mist
What did i do?
What did i say?
Was this the plan from the begining?
Do you always commit your crimes this way.
I should have known better.
shouldn't have been surprized
you played the scam so well
the truth passed me right by.
Did it really happen
was i hypnotized
were the fire works just pretty lights
above
Heart of Madrid copyright Keith Frost 12/2/1985
starts with spanish classical beat then speeds up.
I pull away, you just look at me.
While I sit here, looking at you.
It's not that I don't want you, With that look in your eyes.
It's just that my mind, is on someone else.
How can I make you, understand me.
or the words, that I'm saying.
In another Time, or in another place,
but not here, and not now.
My Hearts in Madrid.
Somewhere east of here.
Right where, it belongs.
I really loved her,
and the way she made me feel,
but noone will ever understand
what i'm saying.
Afraid of the thunder, but not of the night.
She soa
Cowboy Copyright Keith frost July 2002
my son came up to me and asked,
daddy are you a cowboy?
i just smilled and said,
no, i'm a country boy but,
They made this country the
way it is with no fear in
their eyes.
they searched for the new horizons
where no one else had gone.
i've worked beside them.
lived amoung them.
learned to respect them.
and i'll miss them when
their gone.
then my son asked,
daddy, you're cowboy because
you wear those boots.
I just smiled and said,
no, I'm a counrty boy but,
your Opa was when he was young
he stood with no fear in his eyes.
he searched for the new horizons
where no one else ha
Saint Jack, the siners saint by phrostie, literature
Literature
Saint Jack, the siners saint
Saint Jack Copyright Keith Frost 2003
there's a cold wind blowing thru the gutters tonight,
but don't fear, it's not after your life.
it's the calling card of one who cares.
one who goes where others don't dare.
he's looking for those who've given up hopin'.
to give them the strength to keep on goin'.
his halo has never been on quite straight,
but saint jack is the sinner's saint.
he understands that you've made mistakes.
he's been there too and knows what it takes.
don't ever say that you too far gone.
it's not his way to let you die alone.
staring at the moon unable to sleep.
you might be dead tired on your feet.
you might
The meeting of eyes.
a momentary glance.
the thought for a moment
that love might have a chance.
the touching of hands.
the mending of hearts.
putting together
all of the parts.
the soothing of words.
the welcome of a smile.
hope that it will last
at least a little while.
the living of life.
facing of fears.
the comfort of having someone
to wipe away the tears.