#ford
Red mud in the tire treads
- A gospel written in clay.
My Ford doesn't purr.
It growls.
The engine knows the way home,
Even when the fog hides the trees.
The radio plays a scratchy tune.
I'm just an old man in a pickup,
Crossing the ridge,
Homebound.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 9:24 AM UTC
Lord,
Thank you for the road traveled today,
for the miles that were smooth
and for the potholes that kept me awake.
May Your grace be the fuel that sustains me,
and Your Word the map that never fails,
even when the fog rolls in from the mountains.
Watch over the ones I love,
and maybe give Ryan Blaney a little extra drafting help
on Sunday.
Amen.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 9:15 AM UTC
my mother may not be perfect
but she is brave.
my best friend may not be perfect
but she is brave.
the ones who flinch away from touch may not be perfect
but they are brave.
they are brave without being questioned
in front of millions
they are brave without having their stories torn apart
and dug up
and denied
and perhaps even believed but still pushed aside
so as not to ruin the life
of the man who ruined theirs.
they are brave without an audience.
imagine how brave she must be
to relive her trauma
in every single question and torment and threat
plastered on television screens
and dissected by men who think
their careers carry more weight
than the abuse they have all inflicted before.
dr. ford is brave
and then some.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
If a man screams at the top of his lungs
He is making is opinion known
If a woman screams at the top of her lungs
She is hysterical
For a woman will never be able to have her opinion known
Because if she screams
She is crazy
But if a man screams
It is normal and that he has the right to be heard
While a woman must be silenced and should not be loud
Sit like a lady and keep your mouth quiet.
Even if you underwent a traumatic event,
No one will believe you so just don't scream
You are a hysterical woman
He is a kind soul who would never touch a woman if she didn't want it.
All this evidence adds up in our minds but in theirs, she is HYSTERICAL.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
The boy and the girl in the beautiful home of that ***** the stripper;
But her sister is studying music at school to get money
in the sense of prophetic elderly gentlemen standing in line waiting to kiss her leading to ruin on the Christmas cruises from the **** club strippers Dreams of the original area; machines received the cold eye of a rich rainbow waiting for the genius of smell; Icarus the sickness activity in the daughter's drawers powerfully of the earth; a picture of Christ in his own language the birth of a letter, beginning with, as it were on the wall;
and the cops also loved the alchemy, turn the robot by sticking a Magic
of the mom's the science of sand-grains that Einstein's Favorite
of an injury the wearing of the snow-clad on the one side the walls;
the top is made with the fat of the bat, and in brass, and in their hot toes
was taken to the torture chamber within; Bobbe of the unknown in which the Devil is in the child's Park and the letter is to the graceful flute; Live Sound like she says, drinking her friend meet just to meet fall asleep;
Gonna be a fool, as the angel watching it walked past the socks
off the radio broken glass on the table & without remembering
Smoking Bettie's favorite food changes to understand her **** on down;
For one thing, talking weapons buried forever & just playing football holding the pen in the right angle of light to tell when the garden of physical fear, pain or Glory knew Maecenas to keep the leather football
stand to shake the leaves of the country for someone who is an
individual sport in addition compared to the hairy center of the sight
of the flames in the prostitutes' reading garden,
off the second landing the light that is available
by calling the new hot sweat,
the leading Beforetimes becomes a kind of a judge getting
her to remove all her clothes; the fate of the tongue having been captured
& it is nearly time to leave, not under A, where, however,
it is not a return to the word of the imago; the star, turning round
to see the teenager's divination, or because it is the book of the goddess
to die in favor of it, asking to speak,
of the blessed & of the leading part,
of the course of her naked beauty; The One took hold of the middle band
of the night watch of the night of the one side of the city to the knowledge,
cut off from the side of the pain of Asia,
feeding the drug habit of the Queen the opposite of your peace of mind,
I will; 1 will show it to you from Medicine Chest; her chest
measuring 30", God is a Spirit on the beach where he dreamed
a dream; & there was neither Made nor When when we have already
set the bar so high ... and he has been approved ...
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Duct-Tape Automobile
How awkward when a body part
Falls out onto the interstate
That fragment of FoMoCo art -
It spun away in a figure eight!
There is a new part now on order
For this old car; it ain’t no Lexus
It rolls along in taped disorder
And that is how we do it in Texas
God bless our state, and the strong duct tape
That holds together my Ford Escape
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
if the world were ever fair
they'd let me build a tree house
to lose my mind in.
and my pretend children
might build a counterweight
to pull the sun down.
betroth it in front of me
to keep the wolves away
at the gates, far from the crops
they tell me ive harvested.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
THE USS GERALD R FORD
100,000 TONS OF PURE POWER
THE LARGEST CARRIER IN THE WORLD
ITS ENEMIES IT WILL DEVOUR
PRESIDENT TRUMP IS VERY PROUD
IT WILL CRUISE THE SEVEN SEAS
WHEN OUR ENEMIES SEE IT COMING
THEY WILL DROP DOWN TO THERE KNEES
IT SHOWS OF AMERICAS MIGHTY STRENGTH
LETS MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN
THE USS GERALD R FORD
NORTH KOREA NOW MAKE AMENDS
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
I am typing on a keyboard
I dream about fords
But unfortunately
I can't afford them
To me they are a gem
A gem that stems
From my brain
One day I'll have to use a cane
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
Defender
Fiesta
Focus
Zaphira
Vectra
Leon
Astra
Ibiza
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
Rusty dusty pick up trucks
Old Fords and busted Chevys
Trucks that tear the road apart
And some stuck down the levy
Showing off at the truck show
All polished up and nice
When an old man in a beat up Ford
Looked us over once or twice
It don't matter how the cover looks
It's what's beneath the hood
You may look awful pretty
But, with no power...it's no good
You wanna get the ladies
Remember, it's what's beneath the hood
Although they like a real good ride
There ain't no ride, if there's no wood
I smiled and I watched the gent
Walk and laugh and smile some
He'd mumble something to the girls
And they'd follow to where he'd come
His truck, was old and battered
Wasn't tricked out like the rest
But, when it came to having girls around
This old man was the best
It don't matter how the cover looks
It's what's beneath the hood
You may look awful pretty
But, with no power...it's no good
You wanna get the ladies
Remember, it's what's beneath the hood
Although they like a real good ride
There ain't no ride, if there's no wood
A truck may last a long long time
But you've got to use it right
You've got to check the engine
And try to run it every night
I remember what the old man said
It's about what's there beneath the hood
The girls don't want it pretty
The girls, they want it good.....
It don't matter how the cover looks
It's what's beneath the hood
You may look awful pretty
But, with no power...it's no good
You wanna get the ladies
Remember, it's what's beneath the hood
Although they like a real good ride
There ain't no ride, if there's no wood
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
Your soul was always isolated from
the world around you—from the very beginning. Time
alone was something you valued (as should we all)
but your isolation took on many forms—many
hungry shadows looming over you at all times.
A collision of iron and steel left you
immobile, and by the standards expected of
women, useless: your womb would never swell,
and you would never experience the pain of
bringing a child into this cruel world.
The fractures
and the wounds healed, but you
never recovered.
In the face of impossibility, you still
tried in desperation; leaving you in cold
unfamiliar hospital rooms, where all you
can see is an alien landscape; where all you
can think about is the reasons you are here,
and the reasons your baby will never be.
It is a pain in your heart that leaves you gutted
like the iron handrail that embedded itself
through your ****** The bed is soaked
with your tears and your blood; it is the pain
of knowing that you will never hold a baby
who sees you as God; you will never experience
the love of a child, glowing with innocence.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC