And then I said
This is the end
Of time
Of mine
So what now
I see no light
No wind to rush
Me into flight
I just sit
On this life’s trip
And wonder how colorful
My canvas did ……
My canvas was. ….
And then my canvas
unfurled and I left my slip
No longer just floating
No longer adrift
From the cup
Of self-importance,
I sipped a brew
Of lasting fools
From a river
Of worthless flow
I gained so little
I grew so old
From a sky
Of wild blue lies
I held so true
Only to fall,
And crash,
Like some old fool
And yet within
My quixotic dreams
I’ve slain more wind
Than ever seen
And there I live
With little more
And hope
This- is- real for sure
For all I have left
are my right dreams
Quixotic they are, ever-more, ever-seen
There’s something about
sitting In the sun high above
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
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?
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
In Trial:
In trial
Of earth
Around the cause
Of mysteries birth
Scores of thoughts
Mostly, dreadnought
Of death
And pain
Lay at my feet though not in vain
Till my sun
Never rises, mornings, again
In trial
Of earth
A course of force reckless
Of course
May I live till my days?
Live until no more play
Or lust for life, left
No longer stowed-away
in my life’s scabbard
In trial
Of earth
Of earth
Of earth
Until ventures cease
Spared from a life’s last….
Until my salt is all spent
from sweat and tears of life’s dear costs