#spaceships
The Camel rolled across the desert,
And oh my!
It was a windy long desert!
And the way was wild,
The stars were bright;
The dunes were high: Those Men were brave!
The small boat shalloped over the waters
And oh my! Those were great high waters!
The journey long,
The stars were bright;
The winds so stormy:
Those Men were brave!
The spaceship hurled through Outer Space
And oh my! What a void that was!
The trip so long: The stars so multicolored bright!
The ship so small! Those Men were brave!
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 4:52 PM UTC
It sits out in your driveway
a glittering metallic sculpture.
It costs more than your house,
you love it more than your spouse.
You can hardly drive it, it’s too high,
you can barely park it, it’s so wide.
Like an exotic compulsion, you need it,
though you can barely afford to feed it.
There’s a cockpit with winking tech,
offering a printer, wi-fi and refrigeration.
It can pull a house off its foundation.
Is there a tendentious ecological statement,
in this prestigious monster you claim is for work?
Is the fact that it’s tax deductible just a perk?
With this polished and pampered machine,
you get the rewards of effective parenting,
as it literally reflects the care that it’s given.
It’s a spaceship ready for expedition,
what else in creation is as elysian,
as your gigantic pickup truck.
.
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songs for this:
Dreamin’ by G. Love and Special Sauce
Driving by Everything but the Girl
Get Me Some by Drew Love, TOKiMONSTA & Dumbfoundead
Apr 28, 2024
Apr 28, 2024 at 5:49 PM UTC
Some people say I’m over emotional,
but I can’t help it,
see love can be tricky to find,
I mean you can’t exactly Yelp it,
even though soul food is more filling than pop rocks,
so I focus on Self and people mistake that as selfish,
but there’s a difference between self centered and selfish,
and you’re a fool if you choose to not know the difference,
would rather be alone than with a clone,
that’s me being self conscious of all the noisy nonsense,
I’m strongest when I’m alone & when I find a love that’s true,
I get all Neo-Em and act all helpless,
well this,
is just the way it goes,
up late alone listening to Emo-Soul,
ready to Seal the Deal with a Kiss From A Rose,
while all these liars lie like Geppetto,
or better let Pinnocchio,
trying to prove what they say is true,
but I’m no fool so I just observe as their nose grows,
and no I don’t believe Them when their scheming,
because We’re wild & beautiful & They’re just tame & gross,
see nothing is more disgusting than a liar,
nothing more a turn off than someone frontin’ like they on one,
so if you’re not don’t front like you’re the one,
you’re not a rider you’re a parking meter who’s time expired,
We are Amazing Spaceships,
you’re just a scarred car ready to retire with flat tires all tired,
drained of all feelings,
you’re counterfeit not the real thing,
I don’t care about your Brand Names,
you can’t copyrite Freedom,
I don’t care what you are,
I care who you are a a human being being,
and I know I’m getting worked up,
but that’s only because I feel let down,
so don’t be surprised if you wake up,
open your eyes and find I’m nowhere to be found,
and you realize that I lost your lies found truth and left town,
with just a backpack full of daydreams,
and a heart full of gold,
I’ll have hit the open road,
just Me, Myself and my Emo Soul…
∆ LaLux ∆
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
I don’t have time,
always in a rush,
I speak up I don’t sit down,
I speak loud but nobody says “Hush.”,
instead of “Quiet down”,
they say “Don’t give up.”,
uggh,
this Word Play is insane,
the Gift of Gab is real,
‘Make You Feel That Way’,
2002 Blazing Arrow,
that’s another reference,
quadruple entendre references,
people say “Your really talented.”,
but I usually don’t take those comments as compliments,
I don’t write this stuff anyways,
my Ghost Writer is a Higher Power,
correction,
my Ghost Writer is Higher Power,
correction,
I am a Higher Power,
correction,
I am Higher Power,
let that,
marinate for a minute,
in the,
Melting *** of America,
see with,
the Truth there’s no need for gimmicks,
when it’s,
entertaining enough just to live it,
we live it,
in a rush I don’t sit down I speak up,
can’t stay sitting’,
I speak loud but nobody says “Hush.”...
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
Sipping champagne at 30.000 feet,
Fangs and claws can never reach us.
No longer fearing the beast,
War and famine spills from our hands.
Are we just,
Monkeys with guns and spaceships,
Calling a tiny speck of dust home.
They say,
Get yours before it's too late.
Dining on desire,
We decide.
Astronauts or soldiers.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
spaceships
flying in the air
a twinkle in my eye
as I stare
seeing those things
invisible
I am invincible
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC