I've always been strange when it came to my reading and writing. I have always hated filler, words written to make more pages in a book or story - words that have nothing to do with the story line, don't make me read five pages of crap to get back to the real story. That is why I liked Billy D's poetry, short sweet and straight to the point no wasted words. Enjoy
MountainmanPoetry by Cap'n Bill
Another brilliant orange sun
Sets down on the western horizon
Gazing across a desert plain
We live each moment as if
It may be our very last
Taking on all consequences
Things may or may not go smoothly
As a well lubed engine
On a summertime run
© 1999 billyazlin
Blazing the freeways
At a hundred ten
Me and my scooter
Are best of friends
Been down for a few
But, now I stand tall
To stomp on the kicker
And fly, that's all…!
© 1999 billyazlin
Engine tight and running smooth
Hit it hard, get on the move
North or south, who really knows
Point it where the warm winds blow
Virginia, maybe…or Florida
People say they think I oughta
Get it together and be like them
But I follow the moon 'til it meets the sun
© 1999 billyazlin
Had a flat one day
Had a flat one day
Busted the chain on another
How many folks are there today
That you would call a brother
It just ain't what you do
But the feeling behind
What's in your heart and soul
Not some bogus line
Seems everyone's out for themselves
To hell with the other guy
As our time goes ticking past
And life passes by
Make the most of what you've got
Yeah, you've heard it before
When everything winds down to an end
Be sure your foot's in the door
Head on out
Head on out
Far down the road
To a place never visited
Before I'm dead and cold
Leanin' against the sissybar
Smokin' on a joint
Lettin' the engine cool down
What's the fuckin' point
That others seem to feel
Controlling their very lives
Can't get out
Much less ride
Here on the highway
'Bout to head on down
The long, winding road
The next little town
It's hard to put
It's hard to put it into words
These feelings inside
A loneliness all too familiar
And I can't hide
The highway is my prison
My sled is the key
To unlock my inner desire
Here in the land of the free
I've tried life on the other side
A job, a wife, and kids
A drifter and a vagabond
Usually on the skids
Ya wanna play, ya gotta pay
We all reap what we sow
Choose our paths carefully
Headin' west on interstate four-oh
© 1999 billyazlin