The Poetry Marathon

Perfection is boring

chaos ignites passion

Plans and maps should guide

not dictate the journey

glide with tune of

inspiration

opening up your heart 2

Chords of new experiences

don’t seek to prove yourself as right

or righteousness

rather leave room for the

lessons of

discovery when

wrong

proudly bask in your

good intentioned imperfections

for it is those

lovable quirks

that inspire

songs

Some wounds

refuse to heal

because

we have yet to learn

to stop

prematurely picking

at the scabs

barely crusted over

or we unwittingly

shift our full weight

grinding joints

still freshly inflamed

the heat of the

irritation

cannot blow cool

so the wound remains

Waves of tonal

arrogance crashing

at random decibels

against moments of

brilliance fighting to

surf on a plane

of cognitive acceptance

sliding brutally

from my

grasp

My dog snores

I sleep within

the constraints

of a day finally

ending and

the planned activities of

the new day

praying that the

hours allowed

will bring enough rest

praying that the

to do list

stops growing and

stops screaming

to be met

praying that my

dollars stretch enough

so I can be well

fed

praying my good health

holds up so

I can meet the

morning

with full strength

praying to keep

anxiety and frustration

at bay

I pray

I sleep and

my dog snores at the foot of my bed

When

brick walls

attempt to speak

on topics on

non agreements

their foundations

will never

move

When

I am pulled

to focus on

targets

others develop

I struggle to see

why

Twists

of

fate

rotate around

poles of

established

traditions and

volumes of life

work

motivated by

goals rooted

in the ethics

of the strong armed one

squeezing all

the water

out of the

towel

When we suffer

alone

our cries

fueled by our own

misery

are the only

balm

for out pains

and this limits

its ability to

dissipate

to healimg

we bound our moans

encapsulating them in

silos of consciousness

feeding each bounce the

energy necessary to

sustain proper

inertia

we must crack

and prop open our lids

and allow the fresh air

of others

to inject

life giving

progress