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Red Green Horizons
The speed of driving
As wind blows over my shaved head
          I ignore the sirens
Because I am not violent
        But I guessed again
Now I am wanted
         Not by a girl
                        But by men
Because I shot the Sheriff
      With the deputys gun

I couldn't afford to be good

So I became the cowboy
         With a wanted face
Posted on every poster
On every Saloon
                 In every state
Riding on my steel horse
While the news watches the chase
I knew I would be famous
   But maybe not this way

It doesn't really matter
                         Anyway

Because I'm full throttle
        Drinking on a bottle

And I'm gettin away

But I'm not riding a Harley
I bought an Indian instead

I'm no longer law-abiding
                         Or a citizen
I'm an outlaw fighting
For another way to live

              Blue lives scattered
They mattered only to death
And I was on my way

To being a better man

             Red green horizons
                                   Drivin'

One hundred and six

Just a few more miles
              And I'll be set
In the sun rising
Without any debt

I'm a ghost rider
                    Hero

In a world without a friend
Rustling in swiftly
The gust fills my empty soul
Hustling through, sweeping
The gloom-ridden dark edges
Leaves keeping me warm


©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
I put my hand on your knee
Silently, with every laugh,
Hoping you'd catch my hint.
You offered me a ride
To my too close car,
Hoping I'd catch yours.
And because I get a sense of deja vu
Every time you're in the room,
I wasn't surprised when you kissed me.
"Thats enough for now".
You walked away,
With my heart wandering after you.
"Boy were we wrong!  We're the oddball.  We're the freaks." --- Dr. Michio Kaku

We looked at trillions of those stars and knew,
that somewhere out there was another Planet Blue.
Those were not canals we saw on Mars;
optical illusions, lensed figment memoirs.

Stare into trillions, space mind overwhelms.
Rimbaud entrapped in countless ethereal realms.
Not the goal of evolution, merely happenstance,
the search for elsewhere leads a merry dance.

Planets a dime a dozen, yet no Goldilocks Zone
produces signals bearing SETI transient tones.
Birds more subtly impact our lives,
than do the aliens our universe provides.
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting an eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious p poem but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're queer" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
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