Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh
Yeah
Yeah, here we go
Uh huh, mmm
'Bout to lay down another track, y'all
Mmhmm, yeah for you
Mmhmm, yeah
Mmhmm, oh, yeah
Uh huh, here we go
Uh huh
Alright, I'm about to
About to, I'm about to start it for real, uh huh
Here we go
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh, yeah
AHH, *ahem*
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, here we go
Here we go
Here we go for real
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh, yeah
Here we go
Here we go for real
Uh huh, yeah
Jeyeah
Uh huh, yeah, yeah
Here we go, here we go
Umm...
I came into the place
With a smile on my face
Uh huh, yeah
Ha ha, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Mmhmm, yeah
Alright, here we go for real, here we go for real
Yeah, here we go for real
Yeah, Um, uh...
Uh huh, yeah
Here we go for real
Ah ha ha
Yeah, here we go, here we go
Here we go, yeah
Umm...
Uh huh, yeah
Here we go
No, no, here we go
Yeah, uh huh, mmm
Mmm, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh
Here we go
Here we go, here we go
Uh huh, yeah
Um, sometimes I like to eat a lot of potato chips
A ll these grandkids of
M ine keep me in fine
P hysical fitness.
H aving to chase after
E ager beavers outside.
T hey are my fix as I
A ssist my daughters.
M aking me feel young again.
I am rejuvenated when
N ear their boundless
E nergy and sparkle.
21/04/2019
For Anthony Slausin's contest
Your Amphetamine.
Laugh laugh laugh
but nothing is there
Pounding furiously
Pounding hard
Pounding upon pounding
Flying higher than you have ever before flown
Being wittier than you ever believed possible
People are amazed by you
You are amazed by yourself
A twirling dervish you cannot slow down
You swirl and dance,
stamping your legs raw
Your toes fall off
but you are too busy to notice.
cry cry cry
because the laughing won’t stop
Laugh-crying,
Racing yourself
Racing your goodness
Racing your truth
Racing to a finish line
Knowing you will never fully be finished.
High on life
On yourself
On enthusiasm.
On you.
Written 4-20-2019
Contest: Your Amphetamine
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
A relay of moods dribbles on and on
when euphoric tunes kick in:
Jazz, R& B, slow funk, wild pop
igniting primal ecstasy, in the flesh...raw!
Live music leaves me breathless
as thuds of a drum, the intricate fondling
from saxophones blast these veins...
until intoxicated head convulses,
Pulse beat raised at 110, my torso
gyring in motions unknown—
the cortisol of anticipation surging
adrenaline doses gushing...just then,
Philip Bailey whams a falsetto,
higher than high in a climatic lift;
my whole body possessed without Reasons
on Fantasy’s electric stage—
Another grasp of dismembering reality lures
where smoky thirst begs for more notes;
an elevated zing which drugs my soul …
yet, nights ask for more live concerts.
4/17/2019
For Anthony Slausin: Your Amphetamine Contest
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Earth, Wind and Fire Live Performance
Manila, 2009
Lead Singer: Philip Bailey/ Songs: Reasons, Fantasy
Sample video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1FN6X_86NY
Poetry's my amphetamine,
My brain's everyday vitamin,
It is a cure for my boredom,
My heart's expression of freedom,
My placebo for the day,
It keeps all my fears at bay,
The prescription for my disease,
It keeps my soul and mind at ease,
My drug, my pill, my medicine,
Poetry's my amphetamine.
04/16/19
I see your face
In a crowd of skeletons
You don’t see me
Hiding behind them all
My heart starts to run
Sprinting in circles
Back and forth
A caged animal released
Not quite sure where to go
You see me
For a second your eyes lock with mine
Followed by a gentle grin
Warmth and desire
Floods my body
Blood rushing through every vessel
Veins pumping every which way
But then you’re lost amongst them all
And I’m left out of breath
Wondering
Where I’ll see you next
How to get another fix
Enantiomers do not make my amphetamine.
No cognitive enhancers do I need.
Don’t bother giving me that crazy Benzedrine.
Imagination was my mind’s first seed.
I need no extra sleep; I’m sufficiently awake.
I”m not depressed; no euphoriant for me!
My needs are met; I sure want nothing fake.
I get high on life and poetry!
April 12, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's "Your Amphetamine Poetry Contest"
Expositions delight, I have it now,
into the mirror I take a bow.
My narcotic panic,
for my inner wack cynic.
A saber in my hand,
ready for battles in the sand.
And drop focus onto my heart,
I just to began to start.
Tweak on my freak on,
constantly play like Tron.
but I cannot respond,
I'm going at her like James Bond.
Am I at a show?
Or just watching the traffic move slow?
Don't matter! - I won't go!
Not until this last rock does glow.
The anger I feel, it currently rains
Its the fuel that drives my reigns
It pumps my blood through my veins
Breaking the skin at times, leaving stains
It builds, increases, stacks and never ceases
It pumps, courses, I never know the reason
It needs to halt, wait, stop before the creases
Rip, tear, show too much wear. It is like treason
But regardless it is not speed, or an aphrodisiac
And it is not a drug for an insomniac
It is not a synthetic made craft like ketamine or crack
It is pure rage. It is natural born. It is my Amphetamine, in fact.
Neronero
April 9th, 2019
I hold my breath as lights go down
adrenaline overflowing
red curtains part
a shot in the dark stills my pumping heart
Transported to another world
of fantasy and make believe
music permeates my soul
mind and body feeling whole
Before too long the end is nigh
euphoric I'm still on a high
I rise for a standing ovation
extolling with total elation
Amphetamine of choice helps feed my addiction
my malady fixed with a weekly prescription
Written 8th April 2019
Contest: Your Amphetamine
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
7th place in Premier contest
Contest: May 2019 Premier 4 14 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
AMPHETAMINE
I feel the beating of my heart
and I wake up with a start
not worrying or hurrying
just use the speed that I impart
to transmit, relay or convey
the glory of a brand new day
as the power of a drug
might aid me while I rev my brain
no ambling like a common slug
I break fast… now my coffee’s gone
with my toast to egg on bac on
then rush outdoors to greet the dawn
I’m flushed with energy and brawn
I sit to put my Nikes on
a moon walk from my quaint abode
to jog on to the open road
I know I can no longer wean
on what is called Amphetamine
Your Amphetamine Poetry Contet
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
April 7, 2019
Young girl at the age of only seventeen.
Got herself wrapped up in every form of amphetamine.
And only if I had the guts to do something.
Take that pain and make her clean by Spring.
Hey, maybe we can talk things over.
We can try again and make your life pure and sober.
Please oh please, for the sake of us, (your friends.)
Drop this street cred, hood life, crack house trend.
I can't be a part of this anymore, I apologize
Life is once and ive learned to realize.
Tonight is the night i will replenish
Tell the lights that she is not finished.
I will hold my candle way up high.
All of you please stand up; we can abide. "Lets stop living a lie"
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