Slapped by leaves

Branching leaves slapped my face through a bike ride And I rode off ringing, blessed a new woman

Hot new ryyde

Guys, I have a hot new ride. It may not be Mercedes, Jaguar, or Porsche, but it gets me to the grocery store where I can buy a carton of almond milk and a box of cereal.  

Black wall

Driving through the highway Piercing through storms… charging our way Your silluette before I; rocking between my half closed eyes The backdrop, a black wall sky Behind you, I Eons apart So bare

Warding off people

Warding off people Warding off, like flies Riding down the speedy bus of life Warding off ‘Till it’s time to die.    

Lucky birds

Another year, and the birds are still riding the river on a floating sheet of ice. How awesome it must be to be them; enjoying the fresh outdoors while hanging out as a group with fellow flocks-mates. Just travelling on a mission together, sitting and checking out the cool scenery together, flying about and getting

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To be like him

The ride down the lane; down the tube like straight roads of my memory. Blurred visions outside of lights passing by amid the darkness. The lack of conversation and the lack of memory of the few brief things we talked about. I was too consumed with comfort of a ride home from the place I

Free ride home

Shackled in the opportunities of modern society; and the free ride home