We move through the night,
though the streets seem empty,
we look left and right,
electric vehicles are stealthy.
As we exercise stepwise, sunrise happens.
and black night fades its cover.
Like phoresy, painted, pieces of heaven,
the day opens with primary colors—
reds that delight, oranges that tease
and peacocking yellows that leaven.
As the counterfeit rainbow enchants and rouses,
streetlights waver and douse,
lights flicker on in houses,
and the earth blossoms active in borrowed hues.
Morning twinkles with its particular, angular light,
as we enter the still still lobby.
They’ve already set out the coffee!
With a sip, I feel the morning's started out right.
.
.
Songs for this:
Day Tripper by MonaLisa Twins
Our Day Will Come by Amy Winehouse
Fight the jet lag; stay awake.
Mail to deal with; calls to make.
Clear the suitcase; clean the clothes.
Fridge needs filling, I suppose.
Hit the market, as you must.
Trip is over – readjust!
Mind is in a time-zone fog.
Home again, home again – jiggety jog!
I never liked to jump and jog,
And climb on any tree,
But yesterday the neighbor's dog
Revealed these skills in me.
Woke up early this morning to go for a wee jog
Got as far as “still laying there” my head in a fog
Yelled wake up my hero
Yelled back “eat minnows”
This conversation with me was a futile monolog
J-ust jog my memory,
E-agerly help me make it through;
N-ice thought fades from my mind,
N-o line departs from
Y-ou.
L-et me ask your assistance,
A-s I've lost the phrase;
R-emembering the words
A-ims to fill up the space.
N-o more event to forget,
J-oy is felt if you tell me;
O-n the thirtieth of August, just jog my memory.
I’m from Lift Valley
Deep in an over and done Ethiopian city
I come to lead you
How can you forget the architect of Egyptian pyramid?
Unless you are not part of this creation
The jungle raises me up
The only playground I master to play
While at the same time I became a pro hunter
Learning jungle survival vital lessons
But I'm not scared yet
Is in you, I value my jungle
And my central land of great lakes
is also available in my new poetry book
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tho ibake
to get in shape
it kepts me awake
this is not fake
i run its fun
also roll like log
I LOVE TO
JOG
how do you get thur
by eating
right food well thats cool
best to get in shape
for heavensake
get out on rolling log
and
JOG
She jogs
Her brown eyes are blue eyes
Bought a sports bra
© 2000
Up with the birds at the crack of dawn
On with the tracksuit now slightly worn
Where is my ipod, I had it last night
On with the headphones, the volumes just right
I’ve got everything, I think I’m now ready
I start off quite slow, nice and steady
Remember the plan, I set the pace
It’s only a jog, you’re not in a race
I’m starting to sweat, my heart starts to pound
My legs turn to jelly as they hit the ground
My mind starts to work, thoughts in my head
Why do you do this? You could be in bed!
I cross the road, without out a good look
A car blasts its horn, he takes me to book
I turn the last corner, my home is in sight
My time gets no better, try as i might!
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