Take step back
Love one inch wide
Live fast in life.
Gurgling mountain streams
the deer drink from mountain pools
One eagles soar low
raptors eyes powerful lens
- relentlessly ground attack
Steal James Dean's car
Paint it
Marlboro Red
Marina Blue
Cocaine White
Slip down and cruise the coast
Skip town on the drop of a dime
1955 Porsche 550 Spyder in the sunset
Fast as you can
No speed limit
Drive fast
Live Dangerously
Make love slow & passionate
Her blonde hair blowing in the wind
Not a care in the world
Engine and gears shifting
Smiles and fun
Living life
My destiny is with her in that car
Driving off into the sunset
....the darkness....
Life is the hell.
So easy to tell.
Death is only the end,
From the time we had to spend.
No heavenly gate
That's not our fate.
Forever in darkness your flowing .
It's something you won't even be knowing .
Floating in darkness not even aware
Even if you did you won't care,
Don't dare
The nothing is your day , your night.
Never to be light.
Nothing is all you know,
Stuck in the dark flow
No memories to entertain
Life isn't even a stain.
The nothing awaits ,for one and all.
So why not have a ball
Live hard live fast
Life wasn't meant to last
That's what I see
Thats just how it be.
The
percent,
one point three.
Thirteen of each
one thousand famous
musicians will likely
die at age twenty seven.
The, so called, Twenty Seven Club.
A tragic portent for young artists.
The truth is Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison
and Cobain died at twenty seven,
yes,a sad event, but Rick James,
Fogelberg, Roger Miller
and Billy Powell didn't.
They are members of
a unique group,
The Fifty
Six
Club.
In truth,
more artists
leave us at age
fifty six than do
at age twenty seven.
twenty two out of every
thousand, or two point two percent.
The twenty seven club is about
something different, not age but ageism.
09/19/2022
Poetic angst,
Jimmy Dean
Poetic angst,
Brando screams
“Stella, Stella,”
the spirits call
“Live Fast, Die Young”
—the fates befall
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
In reality i should be fat
With the amount of Birthday Cake
In ever increasing cricles i now consume
And i should keep fire extinguisher by my bedside
Because of the amount of lit candles my age doth now denominate
For i now celebrate a birthday what seems like every other morning
I could not wait to turn 16
Then waited an age to turn 18
And eternity to turn 21
But now that i am in my late 40's
Revising age has thus taught me
Time is burning up exponentially
And more and more i now miss
the simple things
Like having the lung capacity
to blow out more than 30 Candles
in 1 single blow
My once upon a time
To do List
Has now become a
Bucket List
And No 1
At the Top of my List
Is no more Birthdays
No more getting older
Stop all the Clocks
I am as old as i ever wished to get
Live fast die young
Leave a respectable corpse
Unless by some Miracle
By my next Birthday i am a Millionaire
Then I'll do a few more Year's
Champagne for Everyone
Free as the independent woman that raised us
Don’t believe in every story
Allegories & fables
Fast for mournings ,Now I’m unplugged from the matrix
I once seen great things come to me When I’m humble & patient
Die young live fast ima hustler baby
Enlightened a fein about my dreams , But they just customers craving
I’m in love with the planet ,But I enjoy a comfortable spaceship
Green like marine corps beside Oliver North
Olive oil every pocket got multiply copies of corpse
Every slave visioned days of riding a horse
So I Kill for my freedom with no kind of remorse
The evening sun enhance my melanin
I embrace my new journey with everything i got within
As nights get dark I remember The police are not our friends
Antelopes are graceful as the wind through the savanna grass,
No one can understand that they don't go slow; they live fast.
They sprint majesticly through the fields,
Exemplary speed for an exemplary creatue, especially because they don't yield.
Luminescent are its eyes in the night; before hyenas take it down, it puts up a good fight.
Orange colors make them take flight; after they are caught, they see the life-taking light.
Potential speed built up, then broken down, along with a hyena's dreadful sound.
Eagerness is not enough, sometimes blood will flow, and they will be found.
Mass confusion like contusions
and extreme precariousness.
The subconscious submission
of the consciousness.
Like sheep to the slaughter,
bring along your lamb.
Believe in their words,
but do not understand.
The diamonds in their eyes
and the blood on your hands.
We are the crooked pillars
on which they stand.
The cogs in the clock.
A falling grain of sand.
For their perfectly timed
executing master plan.
Get rich or die trying.
We will do the latter.
Live fast and die young
while their pockets get fatter,
but we still buy into
what they have fed.
Not food for thought.
Get brainwashed
or brain dead.
The war is at your door.
Blood is being shed.
We think we’re doing nothing,
but we’re doing what they said.
Like a bullet in the brain
and living with the lead.
The military industry is
inside your head.
It is the time we are given
Some are driven
To live fast, free
Is that the key?
Or maybe lives are meant to share
With those who care
That we are here
To persevere
We never know how, when, where
Fate shall declare
it is our time
To end the rhyme
I sit down
A glimpse of my past flashed
Right in front of my life
Everybody doing what their heart desires
I was in the background watching as life surpasses me
Mother choose my faith and my way of life
I felt like a slave in the 3rd world
Oh mother I saw a future of dreams that have to be a thought
Everybody smiling and enjoying their childhood to the blink of no life
"live fast die young" I imagined my life at a moment
Mother closed her eyes and never saw the sky of light
I had to think like an adult than play like a child
I was brought to a land of cheese and milk
But only to find out they were rotten
I was made a maid of a thousand mistress
I thought my grave was determined
Until my unseen God gave me a Disney
The place I nm ow feel free and at home
I am free at last
Free of a past that drained my future
I am silently waiting for my future with all the joy in the world
*Boipelo Duiker*
Always resenting
Each moment
Kind of relenting
Cast in cement
I know You are there
All of the time
Vanished in thin air
At the drop of a dime
This moment so crucial
Running backwards blind
So controversial
A Death wish signed
Tearing down 'bridges'
Steady coasting
Standing on 'ledges'
Got my mind floating
These words unspoken
Got to live fast
Dying and broken
Not long will it last
Never give up the fight
You've got problems
Now make them right
You still wear your 'emblems'
Do it in spite
Of all that has happened
Try with your might
To be awakened
Got a new mindset
Seeing finally clear
Never forget
That I WISH YOU COULD BE HERE
I am, oh, I
so tired. I______
It’s not that I’m I
missing out on I_____
my sleep, but I’m just I
feeling older, battling I____
against all of those damned I
neon signs which light up in I_________
front of me every time I attempt to do I
a simple job that is clearly beyond me. I_______
Problem is, I’m not ready to get old, there are I
so many things to achieve before I get there; I______
but the faster I work in an effort to outrun the future, I
the more I fall behind, sweating and panting in a fury. I_________
O let me wrestle back those lazy days; the wasted years of youth I
when my life seemed endless - and the only thing that worried me I______
was trips to the dentist and what new stuff my next wage would buy me I
never accepting for a minute that today was never meant to be forever. I______
I could never understand the ‘live fast, die young’ mentality, choosing instead to I
think longer term, but if I had my time again, I’d be James Dean in a heartbeat. I
they came in poor
music open the door
now they have past
they live fast
look up
you feel that funkie stuff
to music don't
get know better
its
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