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Mar 15, 2011 3:34:56 GMT -6
Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 15, 2011 3:34:56 GMT -6
It's ok to be exhausted as you're speeding through the night As you race along the freeway, it's alright to look a fright No one there is going to blame you because they've all done it too And they know just how you're feeling when there's nothing left to do So just jot the thoughts down quickly, don't take time to find a rhyme If it happens then it happens if it doesn't no one minds Spit those thoughts out as you think them It's the feelings that will count But remember no one's scoring you. There's nothing you should flaunt. As the darkness whizzes past you and the cold air stings your face Even though the pavement 's still hot down below... and the fumes from the exhaust pipe might be seeping in someplace You turn on the radio [even though you know] - All you get is country music filled with static and the crackle seems as much a part as song - and the coffee 's black and burnt like it was brewed somewhere in hell [and that howling isn't from the radio] We can't bother to keep rhythm we don't care about the rhyme We don't really even ask ourselves if this word or that is fine And maybe we're just sleeping as we drive along the road or we might be only dreaming in our beds somewhere back home. Can I hear a kitty purring or is that just the engine roar and when does this journey finish - cause I don't want it any more but I haven't reached the depot so I can't disembark my ride so another cup of coffee and again I'm going to hide But the few who really count are never fooled by that for long They know where I am really when I'm weak and when I'm strong And they help make life worth living, not that we really have a choice But I'm glad I have someone with me even when I have no voice.
Copyright July 18, 2010 by Timothy Emil Birch
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Mar 15, 2011 8:43:40 GMT -6
Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 15, 2011 8:43:40 GMT -6
Whew, Tim. I want what you're having! But seriously Tim this is quite a ride. It leaves me breathless to read it. I think, though I have read it now about 6 times, it will take many more before I understand it.
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Mar 15, 2011 9:48:33 GMT -6
Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 15, 2011 9:48:33 GMT -6
I think it is best if read fast in a kind of breathless way as if you're trying to catch up to your voice ... just a thought ;D
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Mar 15, 2011 15:51:14 GMT -6
Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 15, 2011 15:51:14 GMT -6
Hi Tim, I enjoyed this. It's filled with energy, great rhyming, and the definite feel of a coffee buzz. Brigid
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Mar 15, 2011 17:09:19 GMT -6
Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 15, 2011 17:09:19 GMT -6
I'm trying to capture the general insanity that life can sometimes be - the rush, the blurred confusion as you dash about, the feeling of being awake for far too long and still you have yet more to do [and of course, coffee becomes a part of that - coffee is ALWAYS a part of things ;D] I guess I managed to get at least some sense of it ;D
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