Fast or slow
no lanes for me
too much traffic
of hate and misery
for me is now garden paths
flowers, roses, blooms of spring
bees and butterflies
as humming birds sing
if someone says your garden may burn
my reply
if yours blooms and reaches to the sky
I will rejoice
only evil will cry
"Take it to the limit" as i
Have a "peaceful easy feeling"
I will be Already gone"
When I leave your "Lyin eyes"
Drinking a " Tequilla Sunrise"
"After the Thrill is gone"
Then "Take it Easy"
Sending the "Best of my Love"
While I still Live "Life in the Fast Lane".
A Tribute to The Eagles.
w.t. Bacon
The calendar flies off the wall
Spinning in a flurry of craziness
Agitation brings on palpitations
I’m out of breath and out of time
Going nowhere at the speed of light
Rushing through never slowing down
Days quickly slip away out of sight
Not heeding any of the warning signs
I have little time to nurse the pain
Rushing to put out one fire then another
I have no time to podium a stage
There’s no reward that can sate my hunger
I have no time to shelter from the rain
I belong to the wild and not a cage
It is like I boarded a runaway train
My life is either an escape or a hard chase
My ladder is high with countless rundles
I’m on an endless hunt in the concrete jungle
The city beast is sucking the life right out of me
I need to cut the cord and be set free
Collaboration with Line Gauthier
The calendar flies off the wall
Spinning in a flurry of craziness
Agitation brings on palpitations
I’m out of breath and out of time
Going nowhere at the speed of light
Rushing through never slowing down
Days quickly slip away out of sight
Not heeding any of the warning signs
I have little time to nurse the pain
Rushing to put out one fire then another
I have no time to podium a stage
There’s no reward that can sate my hunger
I have no time to shelter from the rain
I belong to the wild and not a cage
It is like I boarded a runaway train
My life is either an escape or a hard chase
My ladder is high with countless rundles
I’m on an endless hunt in the concrete jungle
The city beast is sucking the life right out of me
I need to cut the cord and be set free
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 2, 2019 for contest INTRODUCTION BY COLLABORATION sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
I think I know what life's about
It's ten a.m. when I set out
To eat, and then I snarf my food
You know that I am looking good
I go to class, get on my phone
I tell the teach: "Leave me alone!"
She tells me that I'm gonna flunk
I tell her: "What a bunch of bunk!"
She sends me to the dean, for what?
I open his door, begin to strut
He says, "The game is up; get out of here."
I say, "Thanks much, n'go have a beer...
Now it's six p.m., time for dinner
Fries and a coke will sate this sinner
Then I'm off, to hit the town
Rock-and-roll, and come on down
I get it on with a foxy chick
We smoke and drink till we get sick
I hit the sack by midnight's end
Then I'm up at ten to do it again
******
I trust you liked my little story
I hope it didn't anger or bore ye
That it's the truth is plain to see
The bad part is ~ The joke's on me
Yeah everything is hurried
Does God hurry for you?
Yeah if that's what you want
God will do everything you wanted
Because that is what He wants
He wouldn't put that desire in you
so that you can relax and enjoy yourself
- so that you can push Him
If your desire is to be done with everything
He will give that too
I don't mean "done" as in "dead"
I mean "done" as He finished giving me things
"Gifts"
I was tired of Him giving a little bit at a time
I want Him to give me all
- at once
Well He did
And after a storm
Yeah when it rains it pours
And when it storms it rains
So don't be afraid of the storms
You'd never know what you are going to get
I rest my case
But of course you will find out for yourself
You will see
Who ever said "you'd never get everything you want
but everything you need" is so wrong!
You will get everything you want
Mark my word
LIFE IN THE FAST LANE
Ok well, must rush, places to go and people to see. . . . .
Just a ready-made excuse for gotta stop this tedious chit-chat now
Truth is got noplace to go
Except McDonalds with fries on the side
And another refill coffee till midnight last orders please;
And no one to see ( no friends - only guys I work with
Who have absolutely no interest in me nor I in them ).
But it’s still worse standing here talking to you.
. . . . . Talk again soon. ( God, I hope not.)
LIFE IN THE FAST LANE
Mc Bogald’s with its crowded queues at the counter,
Instant joy, strip of xmas bulbs in the window.
Girls with Santa hats and spray-on glitter:
Rapid happiness, bright lights, not a shadow.
Fast food, but eat it quick, for the savour will not last.
It has flavour which is fading fast.
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