The Poetry Marathon

I walk through day to day, no site of you.

I dream & swim in thoughts, waves of you.

I sit, ’round a fire rise, thoughts turns smoke.

A breeze hugs, kisses away some flame.

You were never here, heard too much, I run to be lost but am always found.

Trees hold high the songs, carried by the air to ear.

Wash away the night, every morning. Every night, wash away the day.

Do it all again, some call it camping.

Others call it home.

A daggers’ edge is as sharp as the frost biting wind even though forged from molten rock to steel.

These curves fit to block an opponents’ strike. One curving with the arm to shield another following up as the dagger’s shield.

Double to pair, the sai, is a weapon of damaging defense.

To be lost in thought, a walk down memory road, a lingering idea forgot, what a memory.

I watched from the outside. I never got invited in, to dance and play, still on the outside. They watched.

They laughed and rejoiced at the animals prayer, to be free, to be alive without reason. Mocked and mimicked, lust and loathed, still the animal is seen dancing.

Im on the outside with all eyes on me

You are older now a lot of time has passed, months years maybe even weeks and or seconds, since you last read this.

12 what a time what a year the first love, first loss, first death and suicidal thoughts, first fight, first lie, first chance to be yourself.12

Lost in the crowd impressing everyone you meet trying not to meet anyone empressions are too meak.12

Run the streets, literally all over town. I seen you. It was fun, then you wanted to be seen.12

Lost and found, you found wisdom lost; back to self you survive. Okay now lets make it simple.

You grew up fast, then they grew old, you wonder why but you know. You don’t have to work but you have to make some thing happen. If you don’t then nothing happens. You have to move. Make your own. 12.

You had money and will continue to make the coins turn dollars; investing in thoughts. Change starts with talking. 12.

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CUT FRUIT

Lighter than the breeze; butterfly wings. Scent on a shelf, vibrant their color.

Fir faced, little moonbeam in the day.  Like a fog they consume your sight.

Hush! Concrete the secret, damn fool! Dock Your Self.

Canteen the coffee when hunting the butterfly.

That picture on the shelf:

sipping some coffee from a canteen,

sitting on the dock wrapped in fir.

The hush of the fog rolls over the damn.

A moonbeam lights a concrete paradise into a dim blur of peace.

We were young.

I speak in not words, thoughts can be heard only by the thinker. A work of ‘in groups’ to write a story. A poets description of past life expressed through a love that a silent man has taught. Walking.

A bibliography. The riddles in writing are of but songs we sing. Day unto day, all whiles of the night. A whisper of yesterday and a hope of tomorrow. Dance.

A book of rules; good ideas. God is Good. The Book is left to interpretation. One lesson of truth from this book, Gratitude.

For this I Thank You

Drinking one shot to two; I’m not thinking about you. Hello Stranger, plays on the radio I’m laughing with a friend and the world is alright.

That song comes on, I ignored your name. The bar world quiets to you sing, I keep my back turned holding a laugh. An elbow and a joke.

Its all in my head, I turn left I turn right your memory is all I saw. Blink thrice and I’m laughing with a friend. The bar world is back to its chaos

“Check her out!” A woman in red. “Beware the woman in red.” She must have heard; turned with a smile locked eyes and with a wink goodbye she walked out the door.

Jamming out

Headphones LOUD,

music screams,

singers with passion

Silent the World,

Ignore the strange passerby,

…..walk the dog.

A reality check, broke no funds;

ready for a change, cant have money;

Take the world for what it holds, give it all away;

Time rolls like an avalanche in back country, your face turns too.

Cold with a fire of rage; repeat lifestyles?

Called a habit, forced labor if you want it;

Where are you at? Running in place, GET In the Race!!!!

Growing up and getting know_ledge at the top Jump to fly.

Old and furious, a hate that is not mine, to share what we know to only those who listen.

Bite your lip and hold a secret.

Time flips around, you can’t start over again.

Stretch Your Arms, a breathe in deep.