Metal feet outrun
records of our fastest man
finish line flashes
but nobody taught tin legs
what a finish line can mean.
We build forward gears
but leave reverse on paper
no exit was planned
they say 'you can't stop progress'
'til the finish circles back.
Things can move quickly
once we teach the gears to run
wisdom trails behind
the clever machine stays dumb
doing whatever it can.
Add a thinking cloud
and the price climbs with each guess
false answers sound true
who keeps checking all the checks—
who detects the last error?
Sweating buckets in the hot seat, losing the ability to buffer the spaces in-between.
Yet sweating profusely can help you come back fully healed.
However what you are chasing is much further away, and what is chasing you feels much closer.
Like in any race the focus is always on the lead car.
Sending them best wishes and a lot more of hidden evil eyes.
Splash boom, dashed into a spin-out.
Spinning out does not necessarily mean to crash and burn.
Overshooting the corner forces you to reset/rest to gain back control.
Just coasting on the low fumes of synchronicities.
Stress must played in this chaotic times or could just be scrapped ahead in-time.
Just as the chaotic race of life, use that transmuting heat to purify.
Do you think the harder you push the pedal increases the chances to be showered more petals?
Theses small talks echo sounds so sweets, with the upgrades of my venturi tunnels.
I see Vishnu on a car plate and on the tv show, edging me to top gear manually to greater higher performance.
In Silence
I glimpsed a pink pedal, falling.
Its delicate silk body floating in space.
Caressed in the arms of the leaves below
withered, cradled in love, going home.
A concert without sound.
My aunt complained, “It’s cold down here!”
(In Florida, she meant.)
The shorts she wears against the chill
Would not have made a dent.
“Put on some pants,” I told her
But she found what’s in-between
And so her pedal-pushers,
Not Capris, have made the scene.
It’s nice to hear the lingo
From the past get a new lease.
I wonder if those pedal-pushers
Live in her valise.
Hula hoops and pedal pushers
Baseball cards and Slinkies
Penny loafers and bobby sox
Pony tails and a dime jukebox
Where are all the fads today --
But for video games we play --
Electronic devices all the rage
Hi-tech gadgets, center stage
There is a cycle, that we all are riding
it gets bigger and bigger, with all humans spinning
Those who are crafty, will start on the climbing
and let all the others, do all the grinding
don’t stop pedaling
you’ll fall off-
bicycle of life
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October 1, 2018
Settle in Seattle After You Pedal
What you should do is to settle,
Down home in beautiful Seattle,
Get a grip;
Great trip;
After we did pedal on the metal.
Jim Horn
Riches with rags, I’ve got the chase.
Open for me, banking on me internally.
Managing mines with her feel of soft touch.
Angel eyes played the harp, I’ve noticed.
Negligent I was but I’ve learned, anxiously.
Tapping, toes, tripping whilst moaning.
I need you baby, as I circle you to orbit.
Careful meticulous love from you, created this romance.
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Please don't take
What's not yours
Because I need it
And don't think
Your welcome to
What is mine
I've worked hard
Earning all
These sad feelings
And I'm steeling memories and time
I'm steeling memories
One string at a time
It cries out with heartache
It bends and it whines
This old Emmons pulls
And it pushes real fine
So please take your memories
Cause I'm steeling mine
Tomorrow she said
I would be
Over her
That pain goes away
And So does the hurt
But I know
the reason
I love rhythms and rhyme
It's because
I steel memories
One note at a time
I'm steeling memories
One string at a time
It cries out with heartache
It bends and it whines
My old Marlen pulls
and releases with time
The heartaches and sadness
That still live
In my mind
I sat down at my 10 string
Grabbed my pedal and slide
I used my many heartaches
To make each of them cry
So please don't you steal
What I feel is mine
As I pour out the heartache
On that E9
Don't feel for my heartache
Cause I'll be just fine
I'm steeling memories.....
Cause you'll never be mine...
Can you put your pedal to the metal
Let me feel the force
Yeah’ put your pedal to the metal
Race around this course
I wanna hear that engine
Smell that rubber burn
Hear them wheels spinning
As we hit that blinding curve
Come on put your pedal to the metal
Slam your foot to the floor
Let me hear those tyres
Make them squeal some more
I want to smell that burning
Of rubber on the road
Keep that engine revving
Full right lock here we go
Round and around
This car so hot
No don’t let of that throttle
Show me want she’s got
Come on hit that gas
Rev it hard, don’t you know
That's a V12 engine
under the bonnet
Let's have a Smokey Joe
Put your pedal to the metal
Hear that engine roar
The wheels are spinning furiously
Come on, I want more
They're pouring out with smoke
Those tyres turning on the floor
Let's see what she can handle
Hit that pedal hard for sure
© Copyright KC. Leake
11th January 2015
All Rights Reserved
Rank me in the dimmest of lights
sweet salvation deliver me into his bliss
mark my heart with the eternal desire to be one of them
fitting in the most exposed weeds
filter my soul and make me believe
i can wake up tomorrow and he will be there
bittersweet oblivion, mothers milk
taste each tear, each foreign virtue
let them fall like rain and dampen my sheets
virgin orchid climb higher into the clouds
farther away from the fields of forever
give birth into the now
leap freely with your true stag
welcome me forest and dance into my minds eye
blinking eye can wonder what it must
water it, creation... again play on
this flower is wilting
its sour and unforgiven
turning faster in the wind
Why are you trying to hide your true beauty?
Don’t you know that you take the flame from the sun?
And my heart you have won
You leave my soul cold from the breeze of your presence
Your beauty likes addition and I’m grazing on your essence
You got me hooked like I’m magnetized
And it’s something in my blood, make my pressure rise
And my feelings I got to advertise
It’s amazing how you got your own style
Your intelligent benevolent all of the above
Natural born beauty from a dove and I love
Your sexy smile and how you lean on the wall
You create visions of paradise
You are the eyes of the heaven
My heart beats seven
The moon and the stars shine upon the earth
My soul feels rebirth
You are my sweet rose pedal
-Much Love-
Richard Corbett
this craze called foot spa
restores a lot of chutzpah
shy toes of grandpa
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