My life was so exciting and busy, but still I was dissatisfied,
For my job was going nowhere, like blooms with noplace to hide.
I had for long had a dream, of becoming a world famous singer,
But instead I sang backup, for my best friend, a real zinger!
Our group was a huge success, but I thought myself very limited,
Like moonlight at pink dawn, once finding itself much inhibited.
My friend deserved to sing lead, for she had an amazing voice,
......
After wishing me a good morning, he said that it was all set,
It was time to raze the house, even though I wasn't in debt!
But they wanted to build a big highway, exactly in this spot,
Like a beaver zealously builds his dam, by any means he's got.
The city had emminent domain, which was certainly the way of it.
Though offered twice the home's value, I liked it not one bit.
"The tree on this lot is a hundred years old," I said to the man,
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People often say I talk a lot, but I hardly think that is true,
Like the whispers about the bluebird, of which he never knew.
Talking helps a lot with my job, which is in public relations,
As modern artists' imaginations, help to create new sensations!
At last I was on vacation though, relishing in blooming pathways,
As I followed the sun, not looking back, on the endless highways.
The scenic route is always best, when you have plenty of time;
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My friends and I were out strolling, in a lush park one day,
Just enjoying the scenes of the afternoon, as time flew away.
Sun kissed blooms blushed and swooned, under pale lazy clouds;
And nature was lush in the flora, which sometimes overcrowds.
We talked joked and laughed, in the way that good friends do;
In the relaxed manner of those, aware that the hearts are true.
The sunshine warmed the June, and the birds were everywhere,
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Life of an underground lyrical beast looking great
But one can imagine attempting to get the sure rate
To succeed, one's got to really hustle
And, yes, Life is pregnant with some kind of bustle!
Striving makes us great
But, How'd I get there, mate?
Nonstop hustle is, I trust, the sure key
But, first for God, I've got to be on my knee
If not both!
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Life of an underground lyrical beast looking great
But one can imagine attempting to get the sure rate
To succeed, one's got to really hustle
And, yes, Life is pregnant with some kind of bustle!
Striving makes us great
But, How'd I get there, mate?
Nonstop hustle is, I trust, the sure key
But, first for God, I've got to be on my knee
If not both!
......
Amaryllises fill the flower lover's small, white cottage,
In pinks, apricots and burgundy, near summer's edge.
A rich harvest of bliss, in every hue comes drifting down,
Painting the wilderness all colors, in nature's playground!
Sweet sun is setting scarlet as red fruit on high,
In a sizzling beauteous exit-apple pie in the sky!
We are caught up in the middle, of our passionate love affair,
In a world still so young, sweet dreams can blossom anywhere!