#roll
Rock n roll
Is dead n old
Killer rifts
An’ Old school trips
Rocking out
With no regard
Leather coats
N feelin ‘ard
Scoff at stiffs
Throwin their tiffs
Words of pain
Ne’er the same
Feeling beats
The Moving feets
Rock lives deep
Against the sheep
Dressing up
against the mold
Laughing at
The squirming old
Being young n being free
Noone understanding me
Challenging the world that be
I’m young I’m right and I am free
Rock and roll
Now heard by olds
Remembrin back
When times were gold
Now we listen to the beats
That hardly make them move their feet
Kids today think they are bold
But we grew up with rock n roll
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:37 AM UTC
Dogs don't talk
This is so true
If you talk to a dog
It will just look at you
It may not understand, but
just certain commands,
Sit, roll over, bark, heel and to stand,
Whatever the case they
are a man's best friend.
They're just like family
There your friend to the end
A compnay keeper, and
can help you to mend
If you feel down and out, and
a burden is heavy,
your happy doggy senses and
Will help you feel merry
they can fetch a ball, or
You can take them for walk,
This World would be bananas
If dogs Start to talk!!!
B.R.
Date: 5/3/2026
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC
One Must Imagine —
sissies make mad fuss
about a big fly.
The absurd Lies.
Flies in plain sight.
Plane of fright.
Alien? Stranger?
As if you ever
belonged here, anywhere.
What is the nationality
of matter, which
did not return?
You can trick
but never beat
That idol.
Now you roll, roll—
keep the lore real.
Will the loop ever end,
or does the tail
itself?
All is crushed
under one stone.
Time.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 8:58 PM UTC
Watching old Anthony Bourdain
and I hope the uneaten food gets donated to his staff
like how the great feasts of young King Henry VIII
got thrown to poor, after He had a bite or two
of foie gras done 12 ways
Never mind
After all that's happened
Tony should be beatified
I remember laying on the floor of my parent's room
when I couldn't get to sleep in middle school
and we'd watch a back to back block of No Reservations
on a 13 inch box TV on their nightstand
The next thing we knew, people grew more open for a time
Wegmans' got sushi, and Dad loves it
The parents weren't so ashamed of the city they fled to the 'burbs from, just for a second
Took them to a bespoke restaurant during pride month
and they thought it was a gay bar
just because they flew a rainbow flag out front
They grew to welcome it
for a few years at least
Thanks Tony
Wish you were here
and I had more to say about that
than a ******* postcard script
Your voice is still echoed in my house
on an endless nightmare streaming channel
kept on mostly for my chiweenie
You'd be horrified, but
still I know your take
could help reinvigorate our hope in a connected world today
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
Sat idle in my stand,
watching,
waiting,
on the rest of the band
A quiet wooden box of strings
Humble and shining, just ready to do my thing
They plod through the acoustics, oh such a bore
It's time to let rip baby, gimme some power chords!
As the hits keep coming, soon to take my bow
Let's deafen these crazed punters, let me start this row
As you thought that noise was Mr Marshall all at the wrong settings
Uh-uh dear listeners, it's my veins just over jetting
Pick me up you freak, finger me into some heavenly patterns
So let's rock,
let's roll,
and let this frustrated cut out do its feedback chatting
🤟🏼
JJB
Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 7:26 AM UTC
Stress on the summit is sometimes a rock heavy enough to not roll downward even by the application of periodic high-intensity forces.
© SPRIHA KANT
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC
a pleasant memory of riding in cars
taking us to places so near and so far
looking out the windows in amazement and wonder
as we pass all the sights that make our minds ponder
the freeways, the streets, the canyons, and alleys
rolling along at great speeds and right through the valleys
through the window you see, a whole different world
as the wheels roll along and the sights are unfurled...
Brian Hill - 2020 # 298
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
you’re the kind of high i like,
the one i can’t get enough of,
you are my favorite flower.
and i’ll watch you lay on a blanket,
and wrap your arms to cuddle me in,
let our emotions ride the waves
feelings all so raw and real.
and i’ll inhale you deeply,
hold it in,
plant the seeds to grow a
garden of you.
your aroma, your scent,
it thickens in my memories,
my lungs tastes of you.
and exhaling all that anxiety,
my mind has turned a switch
and all the noise i once drowned in
are muffled whispers going into silence.
and i smile by the way
i’m addicted to you that
all i want is more of you,
i don’t want just the bouquet
but the paradise garden that is you.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
It is true one mind sees bloodsport in the heavens
and cringes in dread of feeling
kindly, like if that were me, what would I do but die?
nada, right, pass on
thank y'mam, feeling kinda woozy, ever after
seeing
2020 on TV…
Google the violence, ohshitnoknowknow we all know
enough evil to know it don't work like on TV, ever
after one burn, you know, fire works, every time,
to destroy at the touch
thunder, such a holy sound in the desert summer moment
on earth, around the middle,
not too cold in the winter
makes too hot to work in the summer, just
fine.
That's right. Life is like that, if you live in the right state of mind.
Back to the Future, once more, it is
always on or in the library,
ask libby, who in the whole world
before
my generation… we who did not get
stuck wishing we would die
before we got old…
who among us now is we the people minded?
Post war knower bubblers expand
until we pop like matured
pods of what people can be if we live this long.
Trouble your own house, inherit the wind,
as part of the meek inheritance agreement accepted
with the weather.
Earthlings all, hear ye, severe storms are part of the deal.
Free ticts to ever after on Bucky Fuller's spaceship,
Sagan's pale blue dot,
live to tell
we learned no lie may be belived and be survived.
We first saw earth from the moon.
More boomers blew minds beyond their
own imaginings, back then,
listen in radioman's
morphic broadcasts
from Khai Vinh,
the fishnet factory,
legendary - now ifier loosed for the attention paid
do you hear what I hear?
did we know the meaning in happy Sisyphus,
or did we find it known and tag along?
Like a rolling stone.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
don’t work no more.
need some kind of distraction.
**** it, might as well try writing
bad poetry.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC
They stormed through their set that was made up of songs each ten minutes long - they did just two! What a musical journey it was. Fast aggressive heavy music the quickest human beings could play and then slow monotonous rhythms that lulled the audience to sleep, followed up by loud aggressive music to wake them up. Song lyrics of trolls, witches, wizards, mysterious deep lakes, twilight skies and moody moons. After their set they gave out a number of free music discs to spread their awe-inspiring music.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
Anytime I start looking up
Is usually when things start rolling down
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 2:34 PM UTC
Life at this moment you cant be bullshitting
me. There isn't an April fools that's getting
even close to what we find ourselves hitting
any where near to this. it's so unfitting.
But no matter the **** hitting the fan, I haven't got
any bog roll. I can only poo outside before I'm caught.
But leaves are natures wipes and I'm dammed if aught
I'll sleep with skids on my sheets, but if I do I'll just smile.
But underneath I gag as the sweet corn is natures reminder
to wipe before, as they feel like coffee not put through the grinder.
I feel like crap my legs woefully tanned, not because of the sun,
crap skidding my legs, as if you lift the sheets its a gross viewfinder.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 5:33 PM UTC
We were expecting so much more
The weather report said it would just pour
The clouds came in and it started to roar
The winds followed next and left it's own score
The thunder made due as it rolled out its snore
The storm was here and it wanted much more
It wasn't as bad as the weather report
The storm sort of fizzled and ran a bit short
It laid down some snow with a hint of haze
It could have been worse as the report displayed
The scare was gone as the storm blew out
Back to clear weather without any doubt...
Brian Hill - 2019 # 298
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 9:47 AM UTC
Somewhere across the stars,
Racing in the night,
I saw your face as it beamed back at me,
Rolling upon the hills so high.
We'll take flight someday,
As we soar through the fields of butterflies,
A song dancing in the night,
While watching the stardust in your eyes.
Something about the way you smile,
When the mountains tumble by your window.
It's you and me forever
This frosty midnight.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
A world of wonder and possibility
illuminated by the light of uncertainty.
The adrenaline rush of taking a chance
only to lose it all by the cards in your hands.
It's a dangerous game to play if you choose;
to roll the dice, to win or lose.
Place everything on the table.
The higher the stakes, the more exciting it gets.
Your mental health entirely unstable
until the others call their bets.
The roll of the die, the shuffle of cards capturing your attention.
Debt fluctuating by a single move; silence strangled by tension.
Fancy beverages surround everyone
enlightening the experience more every time you finish one.
A simple game based entirely on luck,
and when you are losing, you don't give a ****
But it only takes a little for your luck to run fully dry
and for you to lose everything in a silly game.
With no money left for the chips you need to buy,
nothing will ever be the same.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
The kids are going to do
What they want to do
They may have just ruined their lives
On an impulse decision
Whose to say what works ?
You find somebody you like
And you roll the dice
That's all anybody can do
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC
Flip flops I toss,
Little sand between the toes,
The sea beckons,
As I slip into the ocean.
Taste the salt water,
The sun on my shoulder,
Salty air,
On my face and hair.
Waves crash and roll,
Soothes my soul,
My spirit flies,
Life at the beach is a bliss.
6/3/2019.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
The wonders of the world are different, and they're different for us all.
We each have ideas, that make us unique, as with that we get our own ball.
***** are round for a reason, and that is so they will roll.
Keep balanced and roll, along your path, and remember, you can't always control.
Being different is a human trait, and with that, we have a choice.
Take that ball and roll it, and make sure you roll it, with your very own voice.
We try and try to understand, what makes each other tick.
I say we give up on that silly try and make harmony, really, really click!
Brian Hill - 2019- February
Inspired by numerous life conversations...
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 9:32 AM UTC
I kept it in;
the words,
the pain,
the sea lapping against the **** walls
constantly urging to spill.
But I silenced the crashing waves,
muted my voice box
while it was hurting me.
I was internally raging and bleeding
but there were no bruises,
scars or lines for you to read.
Just a plastered smile on my face
while I was sulking internally.
I was choking on the words within me
Hoping my feelings would drown
Hoping that I would forget
But I never did.
They lived
ebbing and flowing through my veins
Making me feel Inhibited and limited
Till it broke open and rained down.
No one could see
Till the day tears started to roll down my cheeks
And that's when everything started
to come down as ashes
words and bullets.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:26 AM UTC
Day tripper. (An Acrostic)
~~~~~~~~
Day tripper.
An Angel of the streets
Yes looked good in the dark with light behind
Though her behind sagged She were a tripper
Ripping through every penny that she made.
I knew her when she was young n beautiful
Pimps ran her life now and oh how she’d aged
Persecuted by the cops with the tricks to play
Eventually she became the tripper every day.
Rita was the meter maid of Liverpool they Say
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip.
She had a ticket to ride
But she don’t care.
November 4th 2018.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
Hey Mr. Screaming Rock and Roll Guy
Why is your music so violent?
Studies show that calm and tranquility are healthier
I wonder if it's because your music captures a feeling
That piece of me that feels good
When I hear a story of a kid going to school
and shooting a bunch of people
His vengeance satisfies me
Not revenge on any one man
But society itself
But that's the way kids are raised these days
Because here in America
We end the 4th of July with a big finale
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
This Is It.
Him.
Alone.
One.
Just.
No ********
Lemmy.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC