Fast Lane Biker July 2018

Road Scribes Of America
Non territorial
The road is our home
Taking on the miles
And writing our Biker Poems
An eclectic group of Bikers
Eccentric some are called
We are on a mission
Trying to spread the word
In books, magazines, and newspapers
You'll read what's on our minds
And out there on the highway
Is where we're likely to be found
Our rides are our pen
The road is our page
Every mile a stanza
And gas is our ink
© Sorez
Road Scribes Of America
The Simple Life
A decent job to pay the bills
A ride to call my own
A righteous ol' lady waiting for me
Whenever I get home
An open road with cagers few
On a brisk cold sunny day
An open door with welcoming arms
And a warm embrace
A moonlit highway
A fresh paved road
Another gear up on the throttle
The simple life is the one I live
As long as there's roads to be traveled
© Sorez The Scribe RSOA
Who Turns Out The Light?
Smell the tar and asphalt
On which the wheels of progress roll
Roaming trail of concrete
Where highway’s ribbons flow
We could leave a better place
For the future of our young
Instead we leave them desolation
And progress never done.
There are always prophets
They come from time to time
To guide us to a resting place
That we alone can’t find.
We see the world in parables
In ways that it might be
Without an understanding
Of the things, that set us free
Is there such a thing as afterlife?
In visions we can’t see
Do the visions shade salvation?
Will the truth now set us free?
We have pockets full of empty
And a suitcase full of dreams
With ambitions under lock and key
To protect us from ourselves,
We are strangers in the universe
Condemned by wrong and right
Searching through the shadows
In the darkness of the night,
When there is no more souls to leave a ghost town
Who then, turns out the light?
Fred Steele ©10/06/2010
Road Scribes of America2012
www.roadscribesofamericatm.com
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Fast Lane Biker JULY, 2018