accelerate harder
trees tremor passed,
what is against the heart
and rain streaked glass,
prophecy and a government system
insulted by the freaks of lottery
money was not to be
the blanket of insidious content,
radio breaks it down
speed accompanies the heart,
the bitch most malicious
than spilled gasoline
with a well lie lubricated tongue
speaks of equality
pace of society,
why feel betrayed
as if she where sat alongside you
taunting as if fertile
yet as barren as a thousand year
old desert,
tires bite into blacktop
staining and smearing
with billows of smoke,
there can be only one ultimatum,
terror inflates the throat
choking on that swelling promise
of nothing,
beyond sharp curve of road
open air
and sweet mist valley
and the feeling of
wanting to fly
open link night #145
Man – that’s like a cornucopia of word melody…… it just spills out all over…. Is that how your mind always writes? Weird isn’t it – how these things just come from – like – no where and fall into the pages… This is a pretty neat style… Glad i stopped by
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barren promises are poison when we drink them.
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Wow. You put the pedal to the middle in this one, pun intended. Thanks for the ride.
Oh & “money was not to be the blanket of insidious content” … great line.
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An open road is such a promise even if it leads to nowhere.. We still have to hope don’t we?
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