space cat zoomed in on two wheels, about to run out of steam.
Most of us missed her, others thought she was but a dream.
Space cat zoomed around the neighborhood until it got light.
Then she hid her space ship in the pine grove, way out of sight
She had but one mission, to see how cats are treated here.
She asked a few, but some were stuck up, showed her their rear.
The friendliest ones seemed to be held captive behind cold glass.
She pushed off at dark, heading back to Cosmos Planet McMass.
space cat zoomed in on two wheels, about to run out of steam.
Most of us missed her, others thought she was but a dream.
Space cat zoomed around the neighborhood until it got light.
Then she hid her space ship in the pine grove, way out of sight
She had but one mission, to see how cats are treated here.
She asked a few, but some were stuck up, showed her their rear.
The friendliest ones seemed to be held captive behind cold glass.
She pushed off at dark, heading back to Cosmos Planet McMass.
So simple a ruse I silenced a scream
Just gullible enough to fall for your scheme
While you're bored and just blowing off steam
Now that this con has gathered more steam
My frustration has lent volume to my scream
How is it I haven't found an exit to this scheme
Not a pyramid but more of a spherical scheme
As it spins out of control so swiftly it gathers steam
And I just, I just. AHHHHHHHHHH. Scream.
I scream for this scheme to run out of steam
Watching travelogs about the tropics
I yearn for the warm sunny beaches
Don't get me wrong I still love Canada
But miss those gentle summer breezes
The fresh sea air drifting across the water
Soft and exhilarating sun on my skin
Heaven like feeling matched by my mind
Always accompanied by a grin
Too old now to expect things to change
Will forever be an unfulfilled dream
But I can still dream about the tropics
Still can till I finally run out of steam
He holds the entire universe in His hands
Gently, like a father, for He is the ultimate father
We sense He is there, some more aware than others
He seems closer to us in the evening during our dreams
He is careful to let us have free will,
But He is also there to catch us if we fall,
And to lift us up and remind us of the world’s goodness
When we run out of steam and hope, and want to give up.
He holds the little bitty babies, the old ladies, the bachelor dads
In His hands, and who among us would have it any other way?
And if you would, isn’t it great that He allows you that luxury?
Free will is a gift not easy to give, yet given with love.
You mean to convey passion
but your voice is devoid of it.
Your words a dagger
come straight at my heart.
I cannot respond
to these fusillades;
I can only deflect, counter,
invent excuses,
turn cold and shiver in the night.
Two cats fighting in the alley.
a game also small minds play,
and when we run out of steam,
I feel no loss, watching you
sink out of sight in
your own quicksand.
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Standing on the crest of my life
Reached with punch and some fire
Wonder I still, what the squeal
Of the gate closing be like
Carrying as it might be
A message lurking
That the years of indulgence
Of running as free as a deer
On the highlands boundless
Of thoughts and abstraction
And of diligence and sweat
Had run out of steam
To be never refired again
As in time would stop by
The Retirement,
To take its final call.
Tehreem
Your name dances on a moonbeam
Your smile never ceasing to gleam
Loving kindness to the extreme
Open heart most supreme
Qualities held in uttermost esteem
Words always sweeter than ice cream
Incapable of falsehood or scheme
As guileless and trusting as you seem
Bringing harmony to every team
No matter what the day’s theme
Even in times of struggling upstream
Where I might have wanted to scream
Or even bite my tongue wanting to blaspheme
So many brownie points for you to redeem
What’s your secret and regime
Teeming with such joy and vitality
I hope you never run out of steam
You make life seem a trip downstream
And your friendship a blessing and a dream
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Can you see that it's time
With no watch on your arm
Is there hope to survive
If you've done bought the farm
When all things feel right
Does the moment just flow
How can a man say
What he doesn't know
If your neck deep in the stream
Shouldn't you know how to swim
If there's truth in the ring
Should you step out and give in
Do all mountain tops
Come with a slope
How can a man reach the heights
If his life view is low
Are you late to the central
In Eastern time
If it's really that simple
Then why's it so hard to find
Have you often faltered
Where you've clearly been
How can a man love
If he's never let love in
If your deep in the dream
Can you be what you want to be
If your dream was a train
Would it run out of steam
Could you hold onto the promise
If the words aren't there to lend
How can a man start over
Once he's reached his end
MH
Untangled at last, amid wire entwine, the lost connector newly found
It will not work without it so no picture and no sound
Next step to find the slot to put it in, not easy when there's a legion
There's one here and another in that region
Which one is it and in sets the panic
Frantically trying each aperture like some old manic
Still no pic, is that crackling I can hear
A faint smell of burning from somewhere near
Quick pull that wire out before something blows up
Too late! It's already begun to erupt
Like some latent volcanic mound
I knew this machine was destined to confound
Wrong choice of connector so it would seem
But the burning and crackling have run out of steam
Does anything at all work around here
Technology has given me no pic, no cheer
Broken, it's carefully placed with the others
Awaiting return and all that bother
I swear I will never again buy newfangled
That blasted machine I would gladly have strangled
Put your jet lag on hold.
Start perusing the mail,
Or chaos on counters
And shelves will prevail.
Trash those emails you’ve read;
Fill the fridge with some food.
Make some phone calls no matter
If you’re in the mood.
Then proceed to unpack.
Throw the clothes in the wash.
If you yearn for a nap,
All those thoughts you must quash.
For it’s time to catch up.
Your vacation is done
And it’s back to reality,
Minus the fun.
Keep on pushing yourself
Or you’ll run out of steam.
Were you really away?
Man, it seems like a dream.
My father-in-law went through this phase with his Alzheimer's.
We’ve recently noticed that grandpa has made himself a friend,
We’re pretty sure that this one will stay with him until the end.
The new guy has his room right next door to my grandpa’s place,
And every time my gramps stands at the window he can see his face.
It seems that the two of them are as compatible as can be,
And they both decorate the same as near as gramps can see.
Gramps visits with his friend to share iced tea and a smile,
Until they both run out of steam and decide to nap for a while.
They make a pretty good team they’re just like day and night,
The new guy uses his left hand and Gramps prefers his right.
And Grandpa never looks in the window just to stand and stare,
But every time he walks past the thing the other guy is there.
Grandpa says the only thing about this guy that might turn into a curse,
Is that the guy is so good looking and he might steal away the nurse.
I've run out of steam and I'm making worse creases.
"Bout ready to rip all my clothing to pieces!
I dont know what else i can do,
To prove my love to you.
You tell me you trust me with all your heart,
you know i love you and wouldnt want anyone else.
But something always comes up,
where you show your jealousy.
I've explained so many times that noone compares to you,
noone is worth losing you.
Its not hard for me, what so ever, to be faithful to you.
I've explained it,
and i have more than proved it.
But you always go back to this.
I dont know how else to show you,
I dont know how to make you believe.
I can only try so hard,
before i run out of steam.
I've given this my all,
I've given you my all.
Nothing makes you believe,
and i cant spend the rest of my life fighting your jealousy.
Its slowly breaking me down.
Im desperate for another solution,
because leaving you may kill me.
But i cant live like this,
so angry and hurt all the time.
Its not good for either of us.
Nothing i do helps your jealousy,
nothing you try works.
The only thing we have not tried,
is walking away...
and im beginning to think its the right thing for both of us.
Time will never slow down for anyone
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Friday, June 11, 2010
Time will never
slow
down for anyone
Because it is like
a speeding train
And none of
us
knows when
That day or
hour
will come
When the train of life
will run out of steam
I just wish that there was a way
that we could
turn the globe around
in the opposite direction
Who knows maybe then
it could magically turn
back the hands of time
So that we could all
enjoy being
young all over again
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