Moondust Pancakes In the Fast Lane
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/Steven Ilchev, 2002/
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Zip, zip as starlight wheels cross the colourways
Of opalescent baby Rainbows, tackling
The streaming mother-fountain Moonsparkle
Which pancakes its naughty, naughty neon beam
Unseen… three deers mastodoning like gallant boomerangs
In atmospheric patches of intimate horror, so lovely - so worthy
Of the molten silver screen undetected as water vessels
Purify the killer-dusk on a slightly craggy look of an intrepid man
Of men
Zip, zip as starlight wheels crisscross the broadest fancy
Colourways of opalescent love-sung Rainbows, hurtling
Throughout the messy moondust of Moonsparkle's constellation
Gently flailing as eyes fixate on this wholehearted naughtiness…
Elegance… as the intrepid man of men motorheads the
Fast lane of a love song intangible; he may be eating the
Macabre pie of pies but in collision's prism of romantic
Horoscopes, he blushes bodily and soulfully as his Television
Glass of dreams ties him to a fiendishly gorgeous
Lady of the sea-breeze knell of aural mystique
Class… the collective mind and body elegance flirting
With the eyelids' ghost-affection from the intrepid man's
Roughened skin… the man of men now knows the beautylight
Of reckless moondust… moondust pancakes in the fast lane
Milkshake rice-cakes on platinum linen romanticized in
Raspberry cream of unearthly Paradise won
Paradise won because lost it can never be when
Attraction wheels are set in motion and the
Opalescent love-sung Rainbows pancake
Lightly with the man of men and the woman
Of limitless culture bubbles his ailing spirit
Bubbles it back to life, she does
Moondust pancakes in the fast lane
Taking on the power-cranes of human reservation
That limit the man of men to the rooms of boredom's servitude;
Taking them on and winning, spinning the starlight wheel
And the doors of intimacy's fascinating horror excitement
Leaning… towards the palm-trees of love's infinity
Zip, zip as mystic starlight wheels crisscross the puddle-colourways
Of opalescent baby Rainbows as man and woman bolt along
Upon the moondust pancake in the fast lanes;
Moondust yielding the gloss of intimate horror stories, so thrilling
Moondust cradling the baby of gloss so lovingly
Gifted to the Earth's carers of the touch…
The touch the man of men longs for as he
Caresses the ruby portraits of his sea-breeze lady
Of the elegant walk and talk she raises…
Zip, zip as moondust pancakes so energetically tired
Motorhead their splendour through the fancy
Colourways of opalescent love-sung Rainbow Warriors…
And the dusk on the craggy look of
The intrepid man of men growing ever so glittering
Now…
As the gift of life dawns its gilded fireball mirror
Unto him… he lives
Lives… for life of man is to be in heart and hearth
With the woman of the sea-breeze bubbly elegance
He learned about… As she taught him
To unleash his bold beasts he locked away before
And to consume the moondust pancakes without delay
As the fast lane of the gorgeous, slow romance
Cannot be left to ponder on the floor
Intrepid man of men, don't ever floor
Your dancing shoes that will take you to
Paradise won, not lost in greyish fog at all;
Paradise won - the Paradise of the blue riverSuns
Moondust pancakes following the drive
Through roaming colourways of the opalescent
Baby Rainbows of the turquoise mystic dusk
And the intrepid man of men is mounting harder
To excite the flight of elegance
Radiated through the lady Rainbow
Of his molten heart
Hurtle man, hurtle your love
As though tomorrow's pancakes
Would run out tonight
And may the moondust's glory lash you
As you fly unattended through fast lanes
So exotic
Dear lady Rainbow, the intrepid man
Of men is riding near and he has all
But defeated the pancakes of fear
He'd like to ride with you in the moondusted
Fast lane to glow love's gloss
As you paint the planetary moss
On your television-screen boards of magnificence
That stones breathe for when confronted with,
And let there be pancakes of romance to mould
Into what would be the greatest beautylight of
Naughtiness
Zip, zip - the end of neverending is the ultimate
Beginning of love's refreshment and the signal
Of excitement in the fast lane beckons all to
Drop everything and bake a love pancake
As the colourways of opalescent baby Rainbows
Are flooded with moondust, so cheeky
So cheeky it gives life
And life is love
The running of the Motorhead
Junction never too busy
To accommodate the breath
Of elegance
For whom our man was born all
Those years ago…
Kissing everywhere… kissing thoughtlessly,
Kissing irresponsibly, ironing the fast lane
Beaming in the riverways, diamonding the colourways
Nestling in ghostly films… grinning…
Hurtling… hurtling wildly with eyes of dragon fire
As cosmic heights pancake the brainwaves that wire
The station of Paradise won… the moondust of glitter
And fun…
Hurtling, hurtling not ever blinking an eyeball
Man and the elegant woman…
Zip, zip – life zips us in the lace
Of facial dusk to move along and wonder no more
As little things would sometimes need but a
Deranged commotion of the strategic war theatre
Of elated romance dreams of the moondust
Never still
Intrepid man in a pathetic leaf attire
And a sea-breeze wave-musified elegance woman
In a trendy so revealing gown
Soothing the gloss pancake of romance
In fast lanes of the messy moondust…
Messily infinitely clean!
Man and woman in exotic lands of turquoise
Dusk… never cease to steam…
And trains of slumber hop through butterscotch rails…
'Tis quiet… love is everywhere, yet slotted
In one welkin-defined location!
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