#license
Chapters in dust, olden days don'ts
we done on a whim from a song I never hear, but I think
that song is one
of those lies people pretend is true.
It's the glue, I'll be there,
and love you,
until the twelfth of never and make you feel included,
like you were one of those then,
listening to the cities on the radio,
insisting we don't listen to country,
no KAAA, local gay DJ, easy rock,
no, gimme KOMA fi'ty thousand watts,
rockin' top forty across the plains,
skipped up the staked plain and looped
plumb straight down in a radio metric chaos function,
ley line like, on the most ancient trail we know,
to the navel of the world, it went from there to Chaco,
-- sing any eliyaheyliyah hai hai awatha, tonka go on
you know, it's a cricket solo, such a time, your song
in the dream, you flew, you know you did, and did not fall,
but landed lightly on your feet, not the least bit,
curios as to why now… my feet walked that extra mile,
my time stretched by about that amount, on many given days.
Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 10:45 PM UTC
As a child, I idolized one day getting a license
Now I'm 17 in a red '94 convertible with the top down, loving
How it feels when my metal daisies pull my ears from the force of wind
I like the adrenaline rush I get when I can scream because no one is around
And that I don't have to feel bad for not talking to anybody
I like the way my car shakes when I blast the volume to 35
Or when I push it faster faster faster than it should go
I like the stick on my skin because of the North Carolina humidity
When I reach my arm out of the window, leaning toward a stranger
Summer's almost over, but I just want more time following the sunset home
On the open road
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 11:50 AM UTC
Life is such a simple thing
At 18 years of age
When you have just bought your first car
A black 95' Ford Tempo
Reconstructed title
License plate boldly bearing the name "WRECK"
Keys pressed eagerly into an excited palm
As you head home to learn how to drive a manual
You never ever did get good at operating a stick shift, did you?
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
You need some gas in the tank
in order to get to the gas station...
Sometimes you have to burn fuel to get more fuel... Just don't burn through it all
before refilling, and don't refill
without using some... You dont want to
burn out empty or blow up and explode...
Dont worry about speed, as its limits vary,
but finding balance over the
bumpy roads of life - the ups and downs -
thats where the best moments are made.
The bumps, holes, and uneven streets
are part of the route to your destination, racetrack, and life journey...
So if all you have
is a little bit of gas, just above the "E,"
its all you need to get from Point A to Point B.
(even flat tires are temporary)
(you dont need a license to live)
(yes, I dragged this)
(catch my drift?)
(just drive)
@desire.is.dope
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
I am big on iambic pentameter
About that I could never lie, since
I pass every poetic parameter
And earned my poetic license
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
Today I got my license
and this year also marks the 4th year
without either of you
When I was practicing
I drove by your house
The house I called a Home
for 3 years of my life
It was in shambles
The vines I knew that would cause trouble
have overgrown and blocked the stairs up into the house
The grass is overgrown
and Mother nature is taking back what once was hers
I saw his truck
parked in its usual spot
but there was a hole
where her car should be
Tears pricked at my eyes
to see the house I called my second home
to be like this
Overgrown and forgotten by the family
that once lived there
You tried to keep me in your life
even when your daughter tried to throw me away
Because to you
I was never your daughter's friend
but I was a family member from a different family
I wish I could show you my achievments
Hear your voice again
I wish I could go back in time to
when I was happy with just
laying around
and not having to worry about life
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
Coming through arches and glass
Out with your bags, inspected fast
Under a tree in a garden's sun
Read out the rules to everyone
Tell us how to drive safe as kids
Homilize on the things people did
Over and done, we get our cards
Useful for work or for fun
Seems like only yesterday
Everyone had to ask 'rents for a way
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
The pen is mightier than the sword
Or so they like to say
Trapping a man tight with cord
So he can't get away
Look how easy they cut to the quick
With rumors spread so thick
They stick to each and every day
Don't speak, don't speak, don't speak to me.
Your "facts" are just opinions you claim to be free.
Free from logic, free from rhyme,
As free as the rhythm of the passing time.
Riots are just fires we start by the spark of the tongue
Set ablaze within the maze of the minds of our young.
The media's a shooter, an impressionable youth their gun
Pointing them at the political process and pulling the trigger just for fun.
"I'm not listening because you're a bigot and a racist,
Just leave me to the feel good lies of my safe spaces.
Sticks and stones can't break my bones, but words were meant to hurt me."
There's only one way in which we can stop them thinking so perversely.
It's plain to see what the solution should be
A permit to permit the diversity of thought
For how dare any of us think differently
This is the only ammunition against chaos we've got.
You'll have to petition for acquisition of the God given right,
One of the greatest things for which our forefathers would fight,
Let's start acting like enacting laws is our only choice
Before our "precious feelings" get drowned out in the noise.
This permit will outlaw protesting in peace,
Since most protests today end with riots in the streets.
And don't for a second think your voices will be heard,
Because the government will control your every word.
All this because you can't handle hearing truth
Or wouldn't let them at least share their proof.
But to see you listen to reason, and through controversy peacefully endure
Would be like seeing a criminal obey the law, or a dictator feeding the poor.
The first amendment protects our diversity of thought,
And that's by far the most important diversity we've got.
9/27/16
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
i drove and drove
it was everything i wanted it to be
finally moving
i smiled because i was free
i knew which turns
i remembered my way
if only this road
would have told me what to say
this moment stays fleeting
it only lasts for so long
tonight i remain a prisoner
because of all my life's wrongs...
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC