On the Road

On the Road

A Poem by KWP

Been hanging out with Jack Kerouac this weekend


life, the here the now, the present

even now, as I writes these meagre lines

life beats and pulses under my skin 

daring me to truly enter it’s folds

demanding attention to all of its


the off limits, the boundaries, the no go, 

the unsaid, the said only in glances 

there are some who do not mind a contained life 

a contained life is for those who are already dying

the beating of weather, be it 

instantaneous heavy rain whilst perched in a longboat 

on the river Amazon - ahh too refreshing my dear 

or a storm to slightly break the great Australian drought - we feel you

the incessant pelting of 

sun on my back as I trek the Columbian Paramo amongst 

two hundred year old Frailejones - this sun is unrelenting

the wind whips up with so much fury it off balances

mountain clouds settle, bringing reprieve - life continues on

a gentle breeze across my cheeks as I gaze across the valley and into infinity

the rapture of forbidden love 

exchanges, moments, flesh on eager flesh 

dangerous kisses in exchange -

for life, 

faithful to life is paramount 

without question, it’s time to live

what it means to live 

outside the confines

embrace the madness of one of all 

in this one in a million chaotic chance at life 


© 2020 KWP

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I am glad I got to read this piece because I love a deep meaningful write. Congrats and you have a new fan.

Posted 1 Month Ago

There's a nice philosophy of science sentiment to this (physics in particular). All order is truly falling into disorder... this is entropy... this is the second law of thermodynamics (you should look up a dude named Ludwig Boltzmann, in particular a thing called the Boltzman Constant). Everything currently alive and structured is currently decaying, winding down from order to disorder... even atoms, even black holes.

Jack's fantastic... my favorite beatnik, 47 was way too young. Don't overdo it with the booze kids...

Posted 4 Months Ago

With a D Dave

4 Months Ago

I forgets. That really depends on what were talking about specifically at that particular moment..... read more

4 Months Ago

It was a basic intro to maths because you wanted me to learn math because
With a D Dave

4 Months Ago

Hmm... that could be a lot of different very long and tedious books. What would probably work bette.. read more
Heyyy, this is so well written. I love the imagery. Hope you're doing well :)

Posted 4 Months Ago

Was told by the guy who sold me his crappy VW van.. which happened to be older than me at the time.. that he'd travelled for three years all over the globe and there and then felt like a frazzled Kerouac! Didn't know what the heck he meant - but did later. Seems life can be spent within walls or - or on the road, out and about. feeling and seeing, experiencing and learning, etc

You imply and if am right, that it's never too late to experience '.. - life continues on - a gentle breeze across my cheeks as I gaze across the valley and into infinity.. ; or perhaps more, 'what it means to live - outside the confines - embrace the madness of one of all - in this one in a million chaotic chance at life .. '

Too long the doubts , the need for safety and security. Maybe, perhaps, is better to be hurt and heal than never experience a scar or few?

As ever, E, fantastically wonderful writing. Keep smiling, content. Yes? (forgive, tidied typos!)

Posted 4 Months Ago


4 Months Ago

as always lovely - you are too kind :)

I was talking to my friend today, who, like m.. read more
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4 Months Ago

Seriously adventured on and off from just into seventeens, followed by four years of studies, worked.. read more
This is brilliant on so many levels, I can feel myself about to spiel. First, I saw FB posting from Aussie friend about RAIN this morning! YAY! I do not remember Kerouac as being someone I could understand, but then I've changed as a reader from being at the cafe for 4 years, so maybe I should check him out again now. I love what you're saying & how you say it. This is the kind of poem that makes me want to write a poem. This is the crux of my life, really. I've lived a very unconventional life & now I'm writing a book where I show how some of that can go (fictionalized novel, but capturing the essence of a lovely bizarre life). Since I quit TV a year ago, reading tons & I am so sick of books where the lives all sound the same, even lives lived in very different countries, all sound the same. More than anything else, I want my book to show lives that are off the beaten track. Your poem seems to be a celebration of this, which is what I've been focused on for the last two months, writing this book & now editing it. In short, I'm resonating wildly with your words! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Months Ago

ha nice one. i've been reading him a lot lately, too. really oils the gears.

Posted 5 Months Ago

ahahahah good ol' Jack!! :) mmmmmmmmmm would could all chuck it and take the vagabond route .. your eruption of passion in closing surprised and added such a fire to an otherwise spiritual "now" ... death in the constrained is stark in contrast ... thanks for sharing these pieces of inspiration gleaned on your journies ;) your a corker dahlink!

Posted 5 Months Ago

Well, old Jack did take it to the limit, but of course he ended up drinking himself to death. There is something to be said for living life to the fullest and living "outside the confines," but recklessness has its own drawbacks, sometimes making those safe confines look mighty desirable.

Posted 5 Months Ago


5 Months Ago

hey John - with a name such as yours how could I expect any other review to the contrary of what you.. read more
if your gonna live then live in full color

Posted 5 Months Ago

if we live outside the box, we will get to die there as well.
I love this poem, although i tried several times and just could not make it through "on the road"---
felt it was a journey that never succeeded in reaching destination...but am quite a fan of Blues Poetry...
love his verse.
we need to find that which is worth going for...to stay stagnant in life will mean to die stagnant as well.

Posted 5 Months Ago

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Added on February 2, 2020
Last Updated on May 30, 2020



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