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Fast and furious. Fast. Curious? Fast. Murderous. Fast,fast.
Blurry-rious. Fast. Gas...gas.
Mass. Over. Gas!!!
DEATH PENALTY!
By Frank Bustamante
A whistling in the air,
powerful, thirsty, compelling one to stare.
A shift of a gear, and away he flies,
a blur in one's eyes.
A scream of power, of love unseen,
as he rushes down the mountain ravine.
My mind is a battlefield
It has trouble distinguishing danger from safety
It makes rain on a tin roof sound like gun fire
Makes fireworks on the Fourth of July into an air raid
I am a Cross Country Runner
We don’t quit,
And we never stop.
I am a Cross Country Runner
We can run forever
Because we run from our pasts.
In all nations the lover givesHe didn't wait a reward every one wants He must give his soul to who lovesEven every thing is bad but who loves must be happy Is the most desire that he tries dailyThe roses smile when their lovers smile also The weat
In all nations the lover givesHe didn't wait a reward every one wants He must give his soul to who lovesEven every thing is bad but who loves must be happy Is the most desire that he tries dailyThe roses smile when their lovers smile also The weat
They're too fast
They speak of things I don't understand
Their lips are quick but their minds are slow here
I would rather be there
Here the harrowing hardships are fast
Not slow enough to listen
Open your eyes before the crack of dawn
Venture into the cold morning
Travel to an even colder place
A place where hope goes to die
And creativity is supressed
Wjere your freedom is snatched away
Many people want to live the fast life
That desire crumbles when they have to confront judgement's knife
There is no need to live in strife
Just don't go searching for the fast life
Brought from Romania
Shipped over from home
And now I'm here,
To help myself.
But to head back to family
Would hurt the most.
If I could ride the horse
Through the tiny corridors
Chug-a, chug-a, chug-a, chug
You fall behind, you're out of luck.
Brute mechanisms all in place
to stay on track & win the race,
They work in time and go in sync
so you'll go far, or so you think.
New year, new me,
who would've thought you'd rescue me.
We learnt from the past,
And had a blast.
New year at last,
Well, that was fast.
Sleepless days, and cold winter nights.
Lord, I don't always pray with all my might.
I don't follow the Bible word for word.
And i tend to neglect you unless there's something I can't afford.
You don't still drive like a drag racer,
do you?
Speeding through the city streets under the silver moon,
Slipping past parked street cars on a deserted road
Lit by lustrous, lonely light posts
The people squirming
Through each other
Sprinting
Pacing
Chuckling
Weeping
Briefcases in hand
Lunging
For the office
Laptops
Cellphones
Watches
Files
Faster than dark, from disillusioned skies
Of sable silk, the stars release their grasp,
Descending into bitter winds that rasp
Against the feathers of a night who flies
Faster than silence born of memories
Time passes by
Is it already October?
The school year goes on and on
And I'm trying not to get left behind.
I work hard to finish the work,
to have time for games and floor bonding.
