The Poetry Marathon

I read away with ease and confidence
The audience, they nodded and smiled
Their approval gave me courage
I read on without missing a beat
I read on
As if in reply to the sound of thunder
I read on
As if in response to the cry of the wounded
I read with care and delight
I read to stir the shy mynah birds in flight

The traffic was easy today
The drive smooth
I didn’t get too lost
I found the way
With help from my Chinese muse

A hundred years have passed
The scar on his back
remained
The fallen rubble marked his back
And the mark went with him
To the next life
And the next life
And the next

It doesn’t matter what I say
or does it?
Will these words have power
to change?
The minds of people
who are blind
Not by deformity
But by ignorance

Look at me
With my spiked hair
And tattooed arms
Where I go, the crowds follow
I sing but I also dance
The angels watch
Envious
They don’t want me there
I’m too cool for heaven
And hell doesn’t want to freeze over!

Alarm rings again
I wake up to write again
Spelling gone words lost

Rest and relax son
Night time passes very fast
Close your eyes, sleep son

The park is calling
Brightly lit, the path awaits
Go play little kid

You make me think
You make me wonder
You make me question
You make me seek the answer
Paolo Coelho,
You are the inspiration
I was seeking
Now that you’re here
My mind’s a widening
Through narrow creeks
and streams aligning
You point the way
but leave me yearning

Who needs sleep
when adrenaline is pumping through your veins
Why sleep
when so much can be attained while awake
Sleep, overrated, measured wrongly

Sleep is
when nightmares haunt you
Stay awake
and nothing will hurt you
Sleep – Gah!
Who needs sleep?