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Karina Putri Jul 2017
Blink in blink out
Your mind is in the crowd
Let the lights guide you out
When the traffic trapped you down

The road keep rolling
People still following
But the eyes start blinding
And your soul starving

One wish two wish
Your palm about to squish
Grass, tree, sea, and something about the breezes
Remind you something you missed
My eyes are burning
And my *** needs some space
This kid is staring at me
He has a big grin on his face
For 6 hours he's been awake
Bouncing around on three seats
It almost seems like someone
Has given him **** to eat
I stuff myself with pills
To try to get some sleep
But the kid is keeping me up
So soon I'll make him weep
I will whisper in his ear
That santa isn't real
And I'll describe to him
How chicken-pox will make him feel
I'll tell him about the dentist
How bad it hurts to drill
And how much he'll have to work
To be able to pay his bills
How hard it is to get a girl
How expensive a driving lesson is
The statistics of failing marriages
And how you can get ****** from a kiss
I'll tell him all of this and more
If he doesn't sit down and shut up
And if he still won't calm down
I'll show him *******
Tucumcari

Route 66 was lonely
Except for the two of us
We stopped and took some photos
If we ever make a CD
One of those photos will be on the cover of it
A bumpy road in the middle of nowhere
turned the red car brown
It was veterans day
And the romantic desert sunset
was interrupted by the wild turkey
We talked to it
It responded
We laughed
Back at the cow camp
we put longhorn burgers on the grill
Except for the sparks from the fire
it was completely silent
I've never felt such peace before
I've never seen such a black sky before
Despite the warning signs of diamondback rattlesnakes
I slept like a baby
And when I woke up
I caught the most beautiful sunrise I've ever seen
And once again
It was interrupted by
the Wild Turkey

Gobble, gobble
Ceeam Sep 2016
Streets with people
Shops with clothes
Stress of being on time
Safety signs everywhere
Salad eating women
Sales men walking in suits
Sandwiches to go in plastic
Schools filled with children

Simply a city
Yet again
Qweyku Aug 2016
Hope's expectation is
Carried by the wind,
A turbulent sky's ocean,
&
A heaven of jetted wings.



**© Qwey.ku
When strangers arrive be nice to them. Offer kindness. Recommend beautiful places, delicious homeland cuisine and exquisit wine and healthy beverages.
Evna-Luna Jul 2016
STARS GUIDING NEAR*
Passing through the Airs Sphere
trailing every way
Lurking and searching the sky
Passing through a midnight length
Wandering through the cosmic den
As the night travels by
As the night travels too far

Evna-Luna* ©
*The night travels by*
joycewrites Jul 2016
She was never steady—
always ready for the grand depart;
she lived for take-offs and landings—
she's the girl with a suitcase heart.
(c) 2016 - Mary Joyce Tibajia
Ceeam Jul 2016
Travelling is always such an appealing thought,
When I'm in trouble.
Real trouble.
Trouble I really have to deal with.
From which I can't escape inside the national boundaries.

But troubles are sticky,
They follow me.
Come visit me.
In the most unexpected places.
Untill I solve them.

Travelling is the thing I do.
Because I'm not good at solving issues.
I rather run away,
Then stay and face the demons.

I'm now travelling again,
Covered in sticky stuff from the past.
Running away feels less and less as a relief.
The only solution I had is gone.
Life is forcing me to solve stuff,
To change deeply,
To break down,
And rise again.

This is the time,
After so many years,
To break down,
I can do it,
There's no way out.
No stopping,
No running,
No delaying,
The time is now.
Another night, another song, another legion showcase

Some friendly folk just out for fun, an acoustic disgrace.

It's little cash, but lots of fun spinning discs on weekends

I play a few and sit and watch the wanna be's and girlfriends

In between I play some songs on the old piano

It's fun to hear them sing along, and see what songs they do know

I've been doing this for twenty years, to take away the boredom

I used to tour, I was big time, in rock and rolls great whoredom

I had a hit, but only one way back in the gloaming

We never had another one, and since then I've been roaming

The song we had, it hit the charts and stayed there for a while

I hear it every now and then, and still it makes me smile

The guys and I had formed a band, way back in high school

We played a bunch of cover songs, we thought that we were so cool

We wrote a few, some pretty bad but one got attention

It wasn't great, the title was one I can't mention

Apparently another group had sung a song just like it

We had to change the words around in order to make it fit

We cut the disc, it found a niche on a country station

We were not a country band , but our song had hit the nation

"My Pretty Little City Girl" was now out on the airwaves

We'd wait and see if she survived and how the country behave

Nashville grabbed it first and ran, the song went up to twenty

In only two weeks on the air, the **** thing got played plenty

Another week, up twelve more spots..things were going great

We'd shot on up from twentieth, now we're were in eighth

Two more weeks, this was such fun...the song just kept on climbing

So we tried to write another one, and off we started rhyming

We made it up to number three, and there we sat for two weeks

We'd have a fantastic run, but there was where we would peak

We tried for years to make a go and tried to write another

But, we were done, we'd had our shot, we're back to singing covers

So, here I sit spinning discs at Legions and at fall fairs

They send us out to do our song, but, there's no one who cares

We're just a band of has beens now, of wanna be's from history

Even when you google us, there's nothing there...a mystery

You see it happened so **** fast, we only had the one song

We made the chart for two whole months, not for very **** long

Of all us five, two are gone, the rest we get together

We jam a bit, and play fall fairs, although we hate the weather

The song you know, it's in your head, and when we get to sing it

It's funny how most everyone, knows all the words and bring it

We used to play to thousands when they tried to get us started

But now we play to hundreds who weren't born when we all parted

So here I am, just spining discs and playing songs in legions

I travel all around the states, I've played in every region

But, when I play that song for them, and sing on the piano

"My pretty little city girl" is one I find that they know

I never say  I wrote it, just it's one I like to do

But, every time I play it, it sounds as if it's new

And after I go back and play requests left by my side

Like "Penny Lane", 'The Gambler" and "Magic Carpet Ride"

I play what people ask for and sometimes I give a twirl

I play an old scratched version Of "My Pretty..do dah girl"

I sit back and I smile as I watch them dance along

Not knowing that I'm sitting here, the writer of the song

I'm a one hit wonder superman, riding off into the mist

Thinking of the songs I could have wrote and all the girls I kissed

My past,it still surrounds me ....I can't imagine what I'd do

Just think about it people....what if we reached number two?

so, another night, another song, an empty legion hall

My life is full of music and yes....my life has been a ball !!!
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