"turbo" poems
What does it mean to be a Modern Man?
In the way in the Renaissance you were a Renaissance Man?
Knowing all there is to understand,
and learning all the skills you’ll need with your hands.
Fluent in English, American, and Ebonics.
Part IT Guy to fix everyone’s electronics.
Part Guru to share your health advice.
Part Farmer because who can trust anything,
you buy in the stores these days.
Part Eagle Scout so you can impress everyone,
because you “still get out to the woods once in a while.”
Part Mechanic to work on your fuel efficient car,
and your wife’s giant dual-axel turbo diesel truck.
Part Biker, because Man was born to be free.
Part Hippie, because EVERYONE WAS BORN TO BE FREE.
Part Hill Billy because they’re doin’ it right.
Part Libertarian, part Socialist, part Anarchist.
Part Patriot, part Activist, part Terrorist.
Part whatever the **** I want because I don’t give a ****
Part of a government watch list.
Part of a Humanitarian Project.
Part of a Rebellion,
Part of a Revolution,
yet to come.
Part of you,
because our conscience,
is the same.
Part of the whole,
because it is impossible not to be.
Part of god,
because by now you’ve realized,
it is you,
and there’s no turning back.
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
Doc, I've been trying to deal with these issues for quite sometime to no avail;
A good friend of mine (you may know him, Elmer Fudd) recommended you.
I fear I will never be able to eat, let alone catch this turbo inspired example of flightless foul;
Stuck in this celluloid world vividly inspired by an Emmy award winning colorist.
I am a proud animal from generations of fine breeding, born in the pristine coyote valley;
I am not stupid, not a fool or buffoon, and so I thought contractually, not one to be laughed at.
And I, always the bad guy, constantly daunted in pursuit by haphazard ACME products;
Expensive, bulky, time consuming, they characteristically fail right before they almost work.
Rocket powered skates, unfortunately, only allow me to kiss the cliff-side really really hard;
Very heavy anvils serve no other purpose than to be dropped on my head repeatedly.
The incredulous manipulations of the impossible by the so clever writers of this farce;
From trains appearing out of nowhere to run me over, to fierce lightning storms in an instant.
Laying there in the release of my own bowels as the uncontrollable result of
500 Megajoules of energy traveling through my body yet again.
I am the twice electrified mass of dribbling spastic protoplasm
Personified proverbially in that lightning does indeed strike twice in the same place!
As the smoke arises from my chard hairy frame and I sweep up my ashes to reassemble later;
I realize Doc, I'm losing my grasp on the reality of ever succeeding, I need your help!
I'm still hungry;
And still I have not caught that **** Road Runner,
**** you Warner Brothers!
-----ChawzzyScript
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
It been 20 year in the making
there well still anit breaking
they have face many foe
never lost a bro
it may start slow but
by the end you well be beging for mo
We have had
01:Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (Season 1) 02:Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (Season 2)
03:Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (Season 3) 03.5: Mighty Morphin Alien Rangers
04:Power Rangers Zeo 05:Power Rangers Turbo 06:Power Rangers in Space
07:Power Rangers Lost Galaxy 08:Power Rangers Lightspeed Rescue
09:Power Rangers Time Force 10:Power Rangers Wild Force 11:Power Rangers Ninja Storm
12:Power Rangers Dino Thunder 13:Power Rangers S.P.D. 14:Power Rangers Mystic Force
EX:Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (Re-version) 18:Power Rangers Samurai
19:Power Rangers Super Samurai 20:Power Rangers Megaforce
All of the ranger have protected the earth
now its up tp #21 Power Rangers Super Megaforce
to save the day
being the power of all 20
that come before them
to fight the great evil earth has
seen to this day
it all up to them to bring
peace some way
If they can win the we well bring in
#22 to hype you up
here come
Power Rangers Dino Charge
in to to save the day
This is the mega ranger flow
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
recto:
I send this from the little cell wherein
I dwell, a sealed room without a door,
no latch or bell or knocker waiting for
those whom some debt or doom or mortal sin
might draw towards this private tomb.But for
one single tiny window set up high
which holds a poor small square of greying sky
where thin birds’ flightlines scratch the current score
there’s no way in or out. Yet I shall try
to find that secret power that lies within,
that quiet light that I am storing in
this room in which I live until I die.
verso:
I send this from the little cell
wherein dwell, a sealed room
without a door, no latch or bell
or knocker waiting for those whom
some doom or debt or mortal sin
might draw towards this private tomb.
But for one single tiny win-
dow set up high which holds a poor
small square of greying sky where thin
birds’ flightlines scratch the current score
there’s no way in or out. Yet I
shall try to find that secret power
that lies within, that quiet light
that I am storing in this room
in which I live until I die.
turbo:
I send this from the little cell wherein I dwell,
a sealed room without a door, no latch or bell
or knocker waiting for those whom some debt or doom
or mortal sin might draw towards this private tomb.
But for one single tiny window set up high
which holds a poor small square of greying sky where thin
birds’ flightlines scratch the current score there’s no way in
or out. Yet I shall try to find that secret power
that lies within,that quiet light that I am stor-
ing in this room in which I live until I die.
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 2:37 PM UTC
I took way too many pills tonight
And I'm driving way too fast
I'm drunk as **** and smoked too much
I'm just trying not to crash
This car is way too full
Of people and contraband
But the road is open and the night is young
So I'm gonna scorch the land
Motor head rush - My engines burning
Motor head rush - Wheels are turning
Motor head rush - Turbo mode engage
Motor head rush - this may be the day
I'm on way too many drugs right now
To be going a hundred miles
I didn't even realize until now
My passenger has me in her mouth
I'm just trying not to die
And take this car out with me
But if tonight should be our night
We go out in a blaze of glory
Motor head rush - My engines burning
Motor head rush - Wheels are turning
Motor head rush - Turbo mode engage
Motor head rush - this may be the day
If tonight should be our last
If this ride ends in disaster
I just want you all to know
How I love you so....
Motor head rush - My engines burning
Motor head rush - Wheels are turning
Motor head rush - Turbo mode engage
Motor head rush - this may be the day
This may be the day
That we die!
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
I do confess to ****
But I can't not aspirate
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
Impressive juicy sweet forms, intoxicating with their captivating beauty, like a glass of red wine, boiling like passionate boil, lust and excitement in me, clothes for you from your ultra mega turbo super hypersexuality are torn, I give you my excited like, he is like a kiss, billions of kisses all over your body like rain of rose petals and tiger lilies, and scented candles around us illuminate the starry night, the moon so beautifully illuminates your body, setting in a hot jacuzzi, your body is the most beautiful landscape in the world, Otori only nature can create, nothing more beautiful than you, I will not see until the end of time, my magnificent goddess.
Never complex about your appearance because the larger, the more juicy - this is pure juicy relish, soft and gentle soul is like a plush toy that warms my soul, your heart is like a blooming scarlet rose. Thoughts about you are hot **** this is romantic fantasy *** Every second with you is a priceless memory of the most romantic love movie in the world.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 2:56 AM UTC
Are we to wither away, say goodbye to the remote possibility of everything or the acceptance of nothing, damaged as we are from life and what it has thrown at us and how we have adapted to it, where is the strength we thought nothing of when we were young – everything was possible, anything could be overcome.
Now it is harder to start from the beginning to rise from the detritus that has left its smudge on this human plane, to feel warmth from one’s own heart, passions that used to run deep are locked away lost from the moment, will they ever return or are they buried from this reality – what is this reality?
Pure and without stimulus our bodies weak from over indulgence become but empty vessels for our pain to adhere to, but yet exists this mind of memories that fail to disappear.
These very memories fight with the functionality that we accept as our living life mixed with dreams and our experiences laid bare to improve upon the quality of our anger, frustration, pleasure and happiness that engages us again, enabling us the advantage to overcome our apathy and withstand hardship and discomfort, both mentally and physically.
And once again we shout from the highest imagined ground our intentions and with our determination set to turbo drive, we move out on to the superhighway of our existence, battling our demons to achieve our presupposed goals, is this living?
Or merely homage to a bygone set of loosely interpreted doctrine absorbed from our greater consciences. Individuality what has this become? – A freedom to define ones uniqueness?
Is it truly accepted or is it frowned upon, an illusion perhaps, to be held high then massaged by ego, manipulated by the wannabees and dismissed by the pseudo intellectuals for their contrived ill-gotten gains.
Or is it puerile credo that mutates in to a complex melange of all things material, a substitute for the happiness that existed in a previous incarnation of existence, without doubt a causal effect imploding, oblivious to the damage that is caused by the ignorance of consideration and distillation of emotion from love, to the banality of acceptance.
Once again the circle is circumvented and the cycle is begun in earnest until the finality of death is welcomed unto the midst of longing from the soul, in repose before its journey to dance amongst the cosmos.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
Anxiety is at the heart of all that ails me
like my best friend ever, it has always been with me
So familiar, my anchor in the dark
I return to it endlessly to remind me that this is just like the rest
This new thing, this new test
is just the familiar torture you've known all your life
By my side, it destroys my mind, and I can't stop
this addiction, will always be with me,
The lies it tells me, that this turbo spinning depleting energy keeps me safe
That the constant tension that translates into fear and self hate
Is as it should, as it was set up for me
And blocks me, just when I want most to be free and easy
Letting go of my best friend, so scary, and feels so light
and beautiful, like the afternoon sun in a quiet garden
where everything is colorful and peaceful and the air is fresh and warm
and there is the smell of water from a hose...slightly rusty with an aromatic humidity
and little birds flutter about, and a sound of a buzzing insect appears occasionally
All is well, and from here I can do anything
but I catch myself: I am not safe without my best friend
and the ax falls down into the scene and it is now night and I am hungry and cold
and unwelcome and stalked and frightened, as it should be.
Anxiety is my enemy
It keeps me from this delight in life
and I can go on: and when I meet it again
I shouldn't welcome it in like a friend, but finally
be honest about it and say: go away
You have no use anymore in my life
You served me at one time, but that time is over
and you must evaporate
and I must face the fear alone, without you
You stay back, and I go forward, with courage.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Anxiety is at the heart of all that ails me
like my best friend ever, it has always been with me
So familiar, my anchor in the dark
I return to it endlessly to remind me that this is just like the rest
This new thing, this new test
is just the familiar torture you've known all your life
By my side, it destroys my mind, and I can't stop
this addiction, will always be with me, I think
The lies it tells me, that this turbo spinning depleting energy keeps me safe
That the constant tension that translates into fear and self hate
Is as it should, as it was set up for me
And blocks me, just when I want most to be free and easy
Letting go of my best friend, so scary, and feels so light
and beautiful, like the afternoon sun in a quiet garden
where everything is colorful and peaceful and the air is fresh
and there is the smell of water from a hose...slightly rusty with an aromatic humidity
All is well, and from here I can do anything
but I catch myself: I am not safe without my best friend
and the ax falls down into the scene and it is now night and I am hungry and cold
and unwelcome and stalked and frightened, as it should be.
So anxiety is my enemy
It keeps me from this delight in life from feeling all is right
and I can go on: and when I meet it again
I shouldn't welcome it in like a friend, but finally
be honest about it and say: go away
You have no use anymore in my life
You served me at one time, but that time is over
and you must evaporate
and I must face the fear alone, without you
You stay back, and I go forward, with courage.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
Driving my Ferrari,
I wrote this ditty
at over a hundred miles per hour.
Feeling the power of your
hot **** words,
I shifted into turbo overdrive
while slamming letters
on my cell phone,
maneuvering between
the slower traffic.
With an effect like that,
I know you are hotter
than the surface of the sun
& I'm intoxicated
with only half
of a pretty picture.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
Star speckled fervor.
Bottomless,
This honey spice fathomlessness
give in to this sweet serenity
I'll pick myself up
regret it later,
but I let you.
Melt to nothing.
shatter every bone in my body
I may crash to the ground
because I am lifted when i am with you.
And I wont care to stop it.
Paralyzed in grandeur
I am thrown 5 thousand feet from the air
the wrinkles in my blankets,
as my sheets drip unto the floor.
I transcend the simple worries
I am flushed.
you are divine creation.
seems chimerical.
Turbo speed, you jet engine
submerged in the ethereal
subaqueous in metallics
sinking in a daydream
sinking my ships again
build me from the ground up
flow right through me.
not trying to tip toe,
vanished in it.
your breath on me
like the first gust of summer
I wish I could bottle it.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
Forever racing down the highways
of madness in the mind
I scuttle and scare at the engines roar
tossing the needle into overdrive
red bursting at the seams of gravity.
Fully entrenched in the fast lane
I swerve to avoid articulated trucks
filled with layers of reason on why
I should humble myself in this societies
black hole of boundless depravity.
Given the delicious curve of the racetrack
and the one hundred reasons for delectable
togetherness, I shift to a slow rhythmic pulsating finish
savouring every moment I spent in your clockwork
seduction.
Fuelled and fantasy driven I polish
and promote my car with all its grunts and bruises
and speeding tickets, near misses
and conquests as a dangerous drivers
logbook of mysteries and miseries.
This model is old and antique
but oils well and grunts its way to stardom.
Price tag-negotiable!
Author Notes
Is this a anything like a fancy car?
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
Yes It is I the Notorious Break Down Queen
Been to every big city and every hick town in between
Broken down more times than a little bit
All I do is hurry up and wait but most of time is just sit
Waiting in the shop to get my truck repair
Must have open Pandora's Box. does anyone care?
clutch rod bent, steering rack and pinion went to crap
stuck in a truck that's a rolling death trap
Finally I get rolling thinking this must be a curse I'm under
Good God what that sound? My engine sounds like thunder
The Truck God's are against me I just know it
I'm so mad right now I could just spit
Injectors one through five and the turbo just blew
oil and fuel all over the hood and wind shield resembling something like glue
four days in the shop in San Larenzo California
3600 dollars later repair guy say "hers a nice little bill for ya"
Not long after the breaks got hot and the air chambers took a dump
must have had happened when I ignored that **** speed bump
now what all the indicator light just came on and my oil is low
maybe I should set fire to it and watch it burn slow
this is perfect I'm just in the nick of time
get into Gallup N.M hit the nearest bar and order a corona with a lime
My truck is fixed and I'm ready to roll
I just pray when I back out I don't hit a poll
In Arkansas In a town of population 12 and one **** dog
Hung up on the rail road tracks due to the heavy fog
Two cranes later they send me on my way
a rock hit my wind shield I guess in Chicago I'll stay
Sick and tired of the hotels motels and shops
trailer lights are out get escorted by the Indianapolis city cops
Broke down again and not a penny to my name
have a water leak which I cannot tame
Held captive against my will in Atlanta for I am pleading
only for them to tell me i have a low voltage reading
will it ever come to an end I will never freaking know
almost in Minersville, PA plowed in by 9 inches of snow
A mixture of all the minor and major stuff
This makes my job that more tough
the little fixes and the big repairs in between
Now you know how I got my name the
Notorious Breakdown Queen.
Nov 17, 2009
Nov 17, 2009 at 8:47 AM UTC
Mío es el mundo: como el aire libre,
otros trabajan porque coma yo;
todos se ablandan si doliente pido
una limosna por amor de Dios.
El palacio, la cabaña
son mi asilo,
si del ábrego el furor
troncha el roble en la montaña,
o que inunda la campaña
El torrente asolador.
Y a la hoguera
me hacen lado
los pastores
con amor.
Y sin pena
y descuidado
de su cena
ceno yo,
o en la rica
chimenea,
que recrea
con su olor,
me regalo
codicioso
del banquete
suntüoso
con las sobras
de un señor.Y me digo: el viento brama,
caiga furioso turbión;
que al son que cruje de la seca leña,
libre me duermo sin rencor ni amor.
Mío es el mundo como el aire libre...
Todos son mis bienhechores,
y por todos
a Dios ruego con fervor;
de villanos y señores
yo recibo los favores
sin estima y sin amor.
Ni pregunto
quiénes sean,
ni me obligo
a agradecer;
que mis rezos
si desean,
dar limosna
es un deber.
Y es pecado
la riqueza:
la pobreza
santidad:
Dios a veces
es mendigo,
y al avaro
da castigo,
que le niegue
caridad.Yo soy pobre y se lastiman
todos al verme plañir,
sin ver son mías sus riquezas todas,
qué mina inagotable es el pedir.
Mío es el mundo: como el aire libre...
Mal revuelto y andrajoso,
entre harapos
del lujo sátira soy,
y con mi aspecto asqueroso
me vengo del poderoso,
y a donde va, tras él voy.
Y a la hermosa
que respira
cien perfumes,
gala, amor,
la persigo
hasta que mira,
y me gozo
cuando aspira
mi punzante
mal olor.
Y las fiestas
y el contento
con mi acento
turbo yo,
y en la bulla
y la alegría
interrumpen
la armonía
mis harapos
y mi voz:Mostrando cuán cerca habitan
el gozo y el padecer,
que no hay placer sin lágrimas, ni pena
que no traspire en medio del placer.
Mío es el mundo; como el aire libre...
Y para mí no hay mañana,
ni hay ayer;
olvido el bien como el mal,
nada me aflige ni afana;
me es igual para mañana
un palacio, un hospital.
Vivo ajeno
de memorias,
de cuidados
libre estoy;
busquen otros
oro y glorias,
yo no pienso
sino en hoy.
Y do quiera
vayan leyes,
quiten reyes,
reyes den;
yo soy pobre,
y al mendigo,
por el miedo
del castigo,
todos hacen
siempre bien.Y un asilo donde quiera
y un lecho en el hospital
siempre hallaré, y un hoyo donde caiga
mi cuerpo miserable al espirar.
Mío es el mundo: como el aire libre,
otros trabajan porque coma yo;
todos se ablandan, si doliente pido
una limosna por amor de Dios.
1.4k
Can you turn it down?
Loves on turbo, hearts destruction,
Willing partner needs eruption.
Love is rivers, I might drown.
Can you turn it up?
Souls construction isn't flowing,
Welcome warmth is ever knowing.
Love is wine and you're the cup.
Can you still be more?
Satisfaction guaranteed,
Whether chained or will be freed.
Love is knocking at the door.
Can you have it all?
Handled well but simulated,
Diamond eyes were stimulated.
Love, so handsome, shall it fall.
Can you die tonight?
Left in bliss, and still tuxedoed,
Warm expansions, then I'm vetoed.
Love, or is it loveless flight.
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 5:03 PM UTC
patience and desire
eyes on the prize
even though it seemed lost
true gold lies deep in the glow of those hazel eyes
a tale that threatened with tears
and the dread of heartfelt slips
veers towards the tessellation of your body
head-to-toe with my lips
overwhelmed by fears of turbo-charged love
and at which stops this train may be calling
yet trepidation is drowned by exhilaration
as this new adventure is dawning
hips on hips and longful gazes
hearts singing unheard notes
your hand in mine, side by side
we sail forth on our choice of cupid's boats
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
Spread the word , the Machine is coming. A circus of steel springs and combustion all grinding to the drums. Watch them waiting, every color, every clan; all wanting to be part of the system as it begins with a roar like a turbo charged engine they rush the door.
Inside, heads swim in a new found sea, unconscious are the dancing sparks and gay revelers in their glitter coated world. Limbs pumping, pounding pistons running full blast through the night. Up creaking stairs into the radiator, cooling chamber, thick green haze passes over innumerable points of light; oxygen restriction. Drums persist pouring down white rain on melting minds. Thrilling, rushing euphoric rhythms flow like wine from fine crystal. Speak and you will not be heard, listen and you will hear no voice, for the machine stops for no one until morn.
Wasting away in the exhaust of a comatose state are some, eyes open seeing new worlds in clarity are others, while a select few crawl through Hell blinded by visions of terror. Still the electric pulses have yet to slow, numb to the deafening watts as they are now winding their way to the surface of a sleeping city. Whimsical youths will lay until afternoon, their internal timing chains hours slow, yet only eight rounds of the gauge have passed. The beating motion is still lingering as weary heads fall upon waiting pillows, headlight eyes switch off near six am. The last sounds fade for these who now dream anew, yet still worshipers of the dance rage against the coming of the light, would they be consumed in the warehouse flames before they saw the dawn?
Spread the word the machine was here and they called it the Rave.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 3:32 PM UTC
You can give me all the luxuries
The world can offer
This don't impress me much
You can give me green paper
And a house with a pool too
Big deal, it ain't impress me much
How about a Lambo with a twin turbo engine?
That still doesn't stand
If you give me King Henry
Big deal, that impress me a lot.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
My Best Friend
Yes I have a best friend,you don't know her
she's the reason I see double like Noah
My best friend sitting on my table
The problem is, she is insatiable
When she goes down low, I go up high
When I'm high, I feel like to fly
When I'm fly, I feel like touching a STAR
No more ultimate search, ask her
Like Udeme, I'm a great man
The melody from her harp is better than
Any other sound, I Feel like to sing
Her flow is Grand, I'm like a Turbo King
Minimum she goes round like 33
My best friend,my Legend, na we we
Just like Gordon, we shall spark
She lifts me up, so I call her Jack
I can't hurt(hot) her,I keep her in my fridge
She's rigid,I love her when she is frigid
We don't wine and dine
I just wish she can all be mine
She's so good,I can share her with a brother
You even can spot her with a reverend father
When I flirt she won't get upset
But wet to make me see stars like red carpet
Sometimes I take her home
Of course, she's got the foam*
My best friend,my beer
Anywhere you go you will see her...
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
He gets all the pretty babes,
owns all the cool gadgets.
Some say he's a magician,
but I say he's much
more than that.
He's very slick,
so in tune with his spy-side,
he can easily handle
Paris traffic at rush hour,
knows all about
diabolical-power
& how to stop it.
His smooth-ride cruises fast
in turbo overdrive,
buzzes down the road
like a well-tuned beehive.
All the cool tunes play
along with him &
he likes his things
shaken not stirred.
Roulette, no trouble,
he'll burst the bank bubble.
O that sweet little
cherry-blued PPK!
Hey now, pow pow,
he knows the endgame,
how to kick some
cloak-and-dagger ***
up & down the street.
That's why,
I want to be James Bond,
knock the ladies & the thugs
right off their feet!
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
dream weaver swinging a meat cleaver
sewing spells with stitches of fever
pitching fast ***** and low blows
to the sweating and eager
set the succubi on the nonbelievers
steal the dams and **** the beavers
heal the toe jam nightmare
with foot cream and elbow grease
press lilies into every open knee joint crease
call the landlord
sign the lease
the sole matron of the shopping mall
sifts flour in a sun dress
the screaming fire alarm goes off
breaking dishes
knocking down sprinklers
wreaking havoc
making a mess
let me jump down your throat
and swim in the abscess
infect your brain with chloroform and soda pop in excess
no manic pixie dream girl
no damsel in distress
a ferris wheel on turbo twirl
a gravitron programmed to make you hurl
your embarrassed lunch
pick me bunches of wild flowers
i'm open to sacrifice
scrape the back of your throat with a screwdriver
dutifully collect jars full of head lice
the meek mice of the holes in the wall
crawl out gleaming sweaty sheen
the expectant floorboards creak out mean greetings
the expectant backs preemptively remove their shirts to receive beatings
students scurry by
feet frantic
late for their meetings
through it all
the crows keep bleating
goddesses nestle in the clouds
and predators eat their young
rodents mumble songs unsung
and in branches where bodies once hung
dangle fruit and flower:
another season, come.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
Driving and jiving at a hundred and five
Taking the corner, like, it's a bee hive
Cop riding my tail, sirens and lights
Singing my loudest, as the turbo ignites
Gone in the rear-view, he's clean disappeared
Hitting two twenty, without any fears
Riding and singing, my buddies, they cheer
As the engine sputters, and blows out the head
Residing in heaven, now totally dead
Remember my homeys, when living true free
Watch out for the road, and all it's debris
Hamster peds so innocent, cute and small
will ruin your life, if in the intake, they fall
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
In rock pools, tiny claws dual over colourful crowns
that were sent across the seas from the Gods.
The deadliest of gems sought for in crustacean kingdoms
like power.
Fish hide in bottles and swallow plastic shrimp,
while flotsam and jetsam decorate the shore;
toxic borders.
Albatross, guardian bird of the waters
we stopped looking up to you,
we stopped looking behind us to see if you were following
when we could fly higher, fly faster...
Jet power, metal wings, turbo engine.
Our good omens
Became measured.
Our superstitions
Became statistics.
I cry for all the canaries trapped in coal mines.
While we look for life on Mars
I feel dead on this ship,
but it's still floating, floating...
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC