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When You're Ready
By Steve Rudd
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We made a pact
At the last filling station
Interstate M62..
I was so proud of you
You'd never normally say boo..
Who drove you to rebel?
I only drove us so far..
We made a pact, more productive
Than if we'd made babies
Named after stars.
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Long-haul solitude
Glinting wide-eyes,
I'd packed last-min rucksacks
Counting wanton cop cars
McDonalds and V-signs..
The open road, reassuringly, opened
Wider and wider, as you grew
Zestfully, tireder and tireder
Hanging moonlight propelled
Our raw ambition.
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You blonde; me blue.
In awe of life's unforgiving brevity
We pulled
Over, out and off for the loo
W-hoo!
UP YOURS YOU YANKS
YOU CAN'T DISTILL THE ROMANCE THE EXCITEMENT THE ADVENTURE OF THIS
OR UNDERMINE THE RAVENOUS POWER OF A WANDERING KISS.
READING 'ON THE ROAD' WHILE BEING ON THE ROAD CAN STILL INSPIRE
SOME BRITS.
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We made a pact
Ducking and diving into the diner
A major and miner, I'd seen the pits
And you'd smelt the dealt dirt
Concertina ballerina hooking hits,
Latenight backlights displaying
Missed text alerts..
Hand-jerk knee-jobs chug by
Dry deserts distancing Swanage
Tip-toe drag-racing country ideals -
We'd arrived to steal homage..
Parental guidance deceased in 2.5 seconds flat
Spares housed in Ted's shed, treading
True self-reliant ground around back.
Searching warrants warrant Tarrant's cash
Ouija-ing whoever wants a dime
Bar, to escape
Jailbreaking temptation of mimed crime.
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We're innocent; they're jealous.
In law, we're defying routine time.
Reforming stop-out cop-outs and peace-keeping stories straight.
We did it all for love and we'd do it again.
Acting on breakneck impulse and leaving nothing to fate
until our laid-bare gravestones state
Our critical obsession replaced depression and the battered car's licensed proviso was late.
We did what needed doing.. and left-right, left-right, left-right, left
The snow-iced B-road: two senseless soul-mates, mate.
We self-made a pact. We were so proud
FADE
Copyright © Steve Rudd 2004
continued below
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When You're Ready
By Steve Rudd
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The best way to see the world at first
hand is on foot.
Suppress nothing whatsoever and reciprocate
the gesture.
The US exploits us so
Make the most of America.
Copyright © Steve Rudd 2004
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Poetry - "Obsession" By Nadie.
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I would ride madness
like the loins of a lover,
cast myself into Hell
even sleep with my brother.
I would swallow poison
and swear it was like nectar,
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Poetry - "OCTOBER MOON" By Nikki Sheppeck
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A beckoning dark October sky,
That bares a crescent moon to shine,
Amongst a star lit evening sky,
A clarity so clear so calm
Sets a scene from tree tops high.
Enchanted by angelic skys,
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Poetry - "Needle Whore" and "Divorce Number 2"
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By Rich Mills
Down the corridor and through the door,
There lives nothing more than a needle whore.
All his pathetic rock-star dreams,
Are slowly coming apart at the seams.
With song lyrics full of false metaphor,
He's a one-man psychological war.
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Poetry - The Big Issue
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By Darren Sant
He stands in the pouring rain,
Ignored again and again,
Biting wind chills his bones,
People rush to their warm homes.
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Poetry - Drink, by Shelly D.
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Drink in the morning,
drink at night.
Drink in the dark,
drink in the light.
Drink from the bottle,
drink from the can.
Drink like a fish,
as only you can.
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Drink at work,
drink at school.
Drink in the pub,
drink like a fool.
Drink while you're dancing,
drink when you're stoned.
Drink at your wedding,
drink 'cos your boyfriend
never phoned.
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Poetry - The Last Cigarette.
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by Lee Cassanell
There's a place I once knew
That no longer exists,
But I still smell its smoke in my hair
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Poetry - How do I compare thee & Repetition
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By By Sandy Jones
It's a mystery to me that when
The heart cries out Oh not again,
And you find yourself back in that place
Where you were once in pains embrace,
But from that spot you ventured forth
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Poetry - A thing of dreams & The only mark I wear (for you)
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By Jason Karlson
Many a night a knight will rescue you
But that’s not me my love
I am his proud white stead below
Speed you from the darkness with
Love written across my flank
And every mile I run
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