On a quest to kill all the monsters..
auto repairs,
wifi lag,
busted pipes,
the style but no ride.
Kill all the monsters.
Hunger and hopelessness,
no ambition,
overpriced everything,
that radicalized A.I.
Kill all the monsters.
Anxiety,
abusing your body,
insomnia,
any flash in the pan.
Kill all the monsters.
Lost winning lottery ticket,
an addiction to possibility,
hypocrisy, and paranoia.
To kill all these monsters, I’m on a quest.
I am not yet tall-table high.
Mum turns up the blue flames,
lowers the thick sausages,
dripping crackles,
the iron skillet is licked fat.
The meat finds its voice,
a splutter of buttery smaze,
the pork is in bloom,
the animal inside the flesh
disappearing,
the meat opening florets of aroma.
A drool forcing sizzle,
makes wet lips chew air.
Mother turns, cheeks flushed,
not looking at me.
Say’s
“He will love these.”
A flash in the pan,
a gutted put-down,
and me
too low to see over myself.
Chasing money won’t buy happiness
wealth is not the cure for loneliness
what do the greatest dreams entail
I mean real dreams where all is well
Money is emotionless
chasing it is motionless
you can buy whatever you can
the feeling a flash in the pan
only two things in life are priceless
bonds with people and time you have
you should always chase success
a career, a love, don’t forget to laugh
and when your old with memories
they won’t involve making pennies
it won’t be the wealth they treasure
as the free things in life are better
Do you think you have a right to actually intrude
as if you have the right to say what children they produce
your objection a flash in the pan and you’ve nothing to lose
just ensuring you deny the individuals right to choose
enslaving them in your mindset now that is called abuse
talking with the moral high ground that is legally refused
when the individual knows what’s best and you haven’t a clue
because you have no right to involve yourself in what they do
enslaving people mentally to keep them inline with you
America boast it’s freedom that it always denies too
slaves in the land of the free and abortion laws are true
Out of the gate
Starting off great
Fast as he can
Flash in the pan
Not halfway there
Warning signs flare
Starting to care:
Who snatched the air?
Feeling the burn
Got much to learn
Big sweaty mass
Near out of gas
Running on fumes
Disaster looms
End is in sight
Form’s not so tight
Finish line crossed
One thing’s not lost:
Still got his grin
Do it again!
Dan the Man was a demo man
demolitions were his main plan
lost his toes
then his nose
poor Dan’s plan’s a flash in the pan
There once was a froggy named Dan
prided himself how fast he ran
he hopped into view
croaked in the stew
his legs were a flash in the pan.
Tell the future to wait for me
I’m running as fast as I can
The promise of gold
By the story I told
Is more likely a flash in the pan
Tell the future to wait for me
I’m still catching up with my past
I went with the flow
For the moment I know
That my labors are worthy at last
Tell the future to wait for me
Pick me a rose in the spring
Promise me true
That my joy will be you
For the beauty of faith in a ring
Tell the future to wait for me
Wipe all my tears when I grieve
Lend me your heart
For the day that I start
To be true in the way I believe
Tell the future to wait for me
Listen to me when I say
Leave me behind
For the sake of the grind
But my spirit is leaving today
Tell the future to wait for me
The mountains are calling my name
Finding my strength
I will get there at length
For the peace of the valley I claim.
Random they flit and float
From the depths to the surface
All bits in between
Thoughts and memories ideas
Mixing together surfacing hiding
Filling my mind happy and sad
Deepest depths to newest cells
My life stored in electrical impulses
Just a flash in the pan of my brain
Myriad micro lights in chaotic harmony
My very being is an electrical soup
How does each flash become a thought?
How does it know what it has to remember?
How long will it remember?
How long do my little electrical friends live?
Do they pass on their little bit of knowledge?
Or does it die when they do..?
So many questions
I feel like a child
I know so few answers
I thought grownups knew it all
At we did when we small
In reality - we know hardly anything at all.
What does it matter if I get it wrong
The media still loves me as I gallop along,
I cause such big waves, more than the sea
A masterful stroke as they all look to me.
I’m a creature of spin a natural disruptor,
A wily young fox, a dangerous raptor.
Step in my path and you’ll wish you weren’t born,
Battered and bruised, sorely forlorn.
They say I’m still green, a flash in the pan
Clearly all missing my brilliant game plan.
Wait a few years cause lots of noise
Mask my ambition with feminine poise;
Gather my fans, make them a force,
Have them promote me until they are hoarse,
Then all at once as if pre-ordained
Challenge the leadership and leave them bloodstained.
Not a surprise I’ll be the one standing
Now the top job clearly demanding.
So stick around, follow my thread,
Swallow the fact that by me you’ll be led.
Frederic Chopin
was no flash-in-the-pan
My mind won't get in to gear
Memories come and go like a flash in
The old pan.
Neopolitan
My mom's favorite ice cream that's clear.
Shoot! I had something else it just
Disappeared
Some thing about spick and span.
My mind won't get in to gear
Memories come and go like a flash in
The old pan.
Why won't it appear?
Mind scan
Brain is over ran
Time to change my atmosphere.
My mind won't get in to gear.
1/18/17
Among so many rocks and leafs
As well as animals that squawk or squeak
Talk is cheap
Many things considered a dime a dozen
Like limes and onions
You're either with or against the clock
Whether it is continually making sense or not
At times it can all truly
Be quite the doozy
Frustrated with seeing cruelty
And people acting unruly
Along the way
Is it wrong to say?
Every dog has it's day
They can make glass from sand
So much became a flash in the pan
Whether or not there ended up being any cash in hand
With my own flesh and blood
I express my love
While I step and trudge
Through different depths of mud
Haste makes waste
Across this place in space
You may or may not have your while life ahead of you
Just remember idle hands are the devil's tools
Near and far from special sentimental jewels
Realize there have been many kinds of metals used
Near and far from different sea levels and pools
The outcome may have been preventable
If such things weren't placed on a pedestal
By: Dalton Ogletree
He is "half a bubble off of centre"
More than "A few bricks short of a load"
He is not a Prince worth kissing
He is more of an ugly toad.
Some think he is "Rock Solid"
A veritable "Mountain of a man"
Instead he's a snake Replacing a ladder
Nothing but a "flash in the pan"
You'll have to "hit the nail on the head"
For "he's not the sharpest tack in the box"
If you don't want this jerk to catch you
I recommend "pulling up your socks
If you think I was "born yesterday"
Or "I've got nothing to lose"
Instead of "Drinking the koolaide"
You musta been guzzlin the booze
For I am "the man of your dreams"
Look my way I'm "Love at first sight"
Forget that other "good for nuttin" fella
I'll "rock your world" "forever, a day and a night!"
Oh my darling I met you on here
I will love you forever
never looking at another
you are my whole wide world.
Bah! what a load of cods wallop
dream on enjoy your fantasy
for if there's one sure thing
it will all end in tears.
Love takes time to grow
if it is to last.
It needs nurturing
and time spent together.
What one gets on line
is just a flash in the pan
sweet talking words and
maybe cam sex, are no go.
Love thrives on challenges
thrown up by everyday life.
You have to experience both
the good and definitely the bad.
Anything else is an illusion
although seeming sweet now
I have seen these internet affairs
that explode in wild passion.
Yet where are they six months later?
gone like a puff of wind
the canvas torn apart
the illusion shattered.
Bah! its a load of cods wallop
a fantasy existing only in your mind
sweet at the time to be sure
but when it ends someone is in tears.
While their so called love
moves on to someone new
its all just a game
and some play it so well.
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