The Poetry Marathon

Celestial reasoning

resounding madness of a childhood

abstaining from living and thinking

except for that which is ingrained,

not taught, not learned

ingrained into your being

it is what you are

a vessel, a servant, a slave

because heaven is a hierarchy

there can be no other way

spiraling

unspooling

unbecoming what you are

when a like meets a like

the unstoppable potential

energy realized

more than the mean or the mode

far beyond the median

the whole of symbiosis

stardust realized

Crazy

incessant barking

redundant apologies

monotonous meandering

Sanity

routine

replenished resplendence

nest egg overflowing

the eye of the beholder

the eye of the storm

the eye of a needle

needling you to a repentance you despise

when will you be you?

Melding then melting

the cares away

the boss, the bills, the mess of the day

time machine I’m waiting on your arrival

until then I’ll hide

the headaches aside

with my own alchemy

amalgamation of acceptance

saved for others, but withheld from myself

brutality hand delivered to my psyche

questioning my value

eating my esteem

Dressing for battle against these beasts

a helmet, my armor, tall boots on my feet

girded in covec

I mount my steed

press him in just the right spot

he rumbles to life

twelve hundred horses couldn’t stop us

as we travel the countryside

greens and blues, natures majestic obliterator

capitulated cares

gone with the wind

I am new

I am old

depending on the view

I am deserving and valued,

a mercurial perspective

Isn’t that up to you?

I am reality, normality, banality, senility

evasion or evisceration of a restless mind

hidden from the majority

celebrated by a minority

calling themselves artists

I am lucky to be here

I am you