The Rolls Royce Trip

The Rolls Royce Trip long poem

Uploaded by Bill Peeler


What is like a smooth
Paved road and I speeding
In a silver Rolls Royce?
The rich and the fast
Are beyond reach
Beyond reach there is no hope
As my silver Rolls Royce accelerates
The paupers are blurred
The prophets babble
But the engine is king
The highway has no road signs
No limits
I see it touch the sky
I’m speeding through a cyclone world
And the world is not intact
The sun does not obey the night
And burns my eyes
The night does not obey the sun
And I speed alone in darkness

Now light years are as seconds
As oceans drops of rain
Time and current flowing into
One and both the same
So the navigators of the sea are gone
But not their blood
I am the son of my ancestors
Who roamed the ancient seas
And in my blood the spirit compels me
To sail the cosmic sea
To cross the gulfs of blackest night
Between the galaxies
Have I been alone
Speeding in my silver ship
Through the fluids of time?

Then a star becomes a sun
As a seed becomes a tree
Growing till he understands
That he’s never been alone
In the darkness of the deep
On a starless sea of sleep
Shrouded in a nebula of dreams
And he’ll never be alone
As he journeys far from home
Sailing through the cosmic sea
Seeking how he came to be

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My wife, Noy and I are Protestant missionaries in Cambodia. We met in a border refugee camp in Thailand back in 1979 while I was a refugee relief worker. She was a refugee. I lived and worked in Mairut Refugee Camp for three years. We have three grown kids. I was drafted into the Army in 1969, served in Vietnam from 1970 to 1971 and honorably discharged at the end of my military obligation. Writing prose and poetry is how I document the life I'm living and how I map out the mental landscape inside my head.
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