The Poetry Marathon

Even lost words end up somewhere
They travel to places we cannot imagine
The compression is too great
They circle through lives
One by one
In and out
Until they become where words go
They travel space and time
Recalling all thoughts
Making records of what was
Trapping moments
Unrestingly
Maybe the words where never there
Even lost words end up somewhere
Whether you want them to or
Not

Just wondering about how I see
The kinetic energies circling around as if I’m
Waiting to jump into a crowd
Keeping pieces of me spread throughout the city
Jubilation comes to those that see the irony of kites flown in the Air in junction of what we cannot do without wings
We watch it become a Knick knack as we grow
Junk in a closet to never fly again
Knowing one day we will miss it
As we joust through life

Fly on through the sky Forever I will be by your side so
Come as you are as you were as I want you to be because
This is a call to all my past resignations
If you go I would surely die
So shake it up baby now Twist and Shout
Cause lovin’ is what I got
So are you gonna go my way
It’s just a shot away
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you Will crawl down on your knees and
Disarm you with a smile
People try to put us down just because we get around
So come out and play
I’ve been locked inside your heart shaped box for weeks so
Forever I will be by your side

I
illuminated
dreams
screaming to be
embarked upon unwillingly
youth often comes last while
energy is drained away into
outside its ways begging to cling
generational to generational
lasting only a few seconds for
rapidly growing kids hungered
damning their youth in effort
to separate from the words
so small to them
meaning an expulsion of understanding
greater than before
ever turning without an
End

I

am

the

city

Windy

places

Passion

created

bringing

wunderlust

Just another day
Another way to be ok
Without worry. Happiness for fools. Blissful ignorance

I

am

the

Last

Writer

Around

Coffee

Honestly

Forgetten

Eliminated

~.%

We haven’t been apart long

but the void is chewing at my

Heart

For wishing you were here

is all I can so

~.%

In the calling of saints

may the bells ring high

and the vests worn with pride

the light shines bright

~.%

slept under a line of guitars

slowly singing me to sleep

has forged a net of peace

bliss surrounding

forrests of pixie dust

another one bites

~.%