Monthly Archives: May 2016

Bike ride

One-click makes one, tick

Second click, up, pulls you to

An English racers place you know

an English racers thrill

Tire’s bite create laid below

The third is clicked, third for go,

The Norton’s engine screams com’on boy

you’re way too-damn-slow

Now Fourth tick says there’s little more

My boot scrapes the hard crete-floor

And five brings, all alive

One never knows what this ride, feels like

Dead or alive

Then last pull

In fith gear we do fly

Up the hill

the parallel twin starts to whine

Through the esses she and I ride

Me on top and her below

Both human and not, smiles we bring

This roads pass won’t be the last

But won’t last, won’t be last

One click up-one click down

The pegs of my racer clip, the hard ground

One more up and another down

Must find the cam, must find the power band

A last ride is a last time found

A last time found to scrap the ground

Through the essess

We do ride,

me on top clipped to her, right below my friend

Hang on then

Hang on then

My time’s a comin

My times less than somethin

Ride on my bike, score the sky’s warm embrace

Scream at heavens knightly star-struck-streak

Scream at Heavens knightly star-struck-streak

Scream at Heavens Knightly star-struck-streak

Romeo and Juliet

How nice it’d be

To fly on a plane

To fly to a place

of no real name

Somewhere friendly

Somewhere fun

A place I know

A place with sun

A place would have someone’s son

How nice it’d be

To spend some time

Lost romantically

Among the stars

Frolicking within heavens arms

A place of mother

A place of discover

A place to cast aside life’s deep blue

A place to start anew

A place to renew

Just me

And maybe you too

How nice it’d be

How wonderful indeed

To climb so high

Higher and higher into the sky

Climb the stairs of eternity

Find those lost for years, you see

Find those lost, who were so dear

How nice it’d be

To quit this folly

we follow, so orderly

To release from life’s dock

Spent in might’s, heart

That all flounders now

All once sung

in hallowed ground

How odd it’d be

To fly to a nice place

To fly away

Above skies, so gray

How nice it’d be

When the time,

the time is right

To climb onto airlines known as

Carefree-All- Night

How nice it’s be

I wish you’d come and see

Won’t you come?

Won’t you come and, join me?

Where do I fit

Where do I fit?

On this mighty ship

Where do I fit

Do I

Am I to

Be one who

Slips to shores

Of never more’s

Or ride the seas

Where life is so

Carefree

Or dance in the sight

Or our moons guiding light

Singing and bringing

Tales of old

Of yesterday’s, sold

Where time of plenty

Meant nothing to many

Just filling the brim

Of my cup

Not without sin

Where do I fit

Within this mighty ship

Of fools, of schools,

With stories told uncertain

Am I to

Am I too

Rest now as a lost jewel

Amongst the lost lives

Steel turned to rust

Where do I fit

Within this mighty mighty ship