{"id":2559,"date":"2014-08-23T16:49:31","date_gmt":"2014-08-23T20:49:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=2559"},"modified":"2014-08-23T16:50:30","modified_gmt":"2014-08-23T20:50:30","slug":"2559","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/2559\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Marathon poem #1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Take every piece and put it back to better<br \/>\ntake every ash every molecule<br \/>\nstitch it back together<br \/>\ntil its woven into the tapestry<br \/>\nYou realists fade and fail<br \/>\n to comprehend me<br \/>\nmagic doesn&#8217;t exist to the<br \/>\nfrail in fealty<br \/>\nlearn to accept the unexpected<br \/>\nand prepare for the Storm<br \/>\nyou&#8217;ve disrespected<br \/>\nleft neglected broken<br \/>\nbeaten and subjected<br \/>\nleft to the elements<br \/>\nto learn lessons of life and love<br \/>\nand the true beauty<br \/>\nof the chrysanthemum<br \/>\nor the butterfly or the pebble<br \/>\nfeeling of the wind<br \/>\nor the rush in your hair<br \/>\nfeeling all around you everywhere<br \/>\nthe lost the hopeless and abandoned<br \/>\nupside and torn and twisted<br \/>\nthis town and my existence<br \/>\nbut this tempest bred the best<br \/>\nbroke me down, put me through the test<br \/>\nof the decision between<br \/>\n life and eternal<br \/>\nrest and what it really means<br \/>\n to have consciousness<\/p>\n<p>take every piece.<br \/>\nstitch it back together.<br \/>\nwoven into the tapestry.<br \/>\nwoven back to better.<\/p>\n<p>The Sunlight shines,<br \/>\nMoonlight fades<br \/>\nshadows come and go<br \/>\nTime passes, beauty fades<br \/>\nsure as the wind will blow<br \/>\nwhen the world comes down<br \/>\nto what is made of my calvary<br \/>\nyou&#8217;ll find out what laughter<br \/>\nmeans to Chivalry.<\/p>\n<p>time passes with every stitch<br \/>\nmoonlight fades when the beauty<br \/>\nstitches the tapestry of the world<br \/>\nto face the sunlight back to the better.<\/p>\n<p>These things I know are true<br \/>\nwhat it means to be me and you<br \/>\nwhat it means to give<br \/>\nwhat it means to take<br \/>\nwhat it means to save the empire<br \/>\nfull of empty ranks<br \/>\nof mindless drones<br \/>\nwith no counsel they can stand upon<br \/>\nthis is a prophet speaking words<br \/>\nof a cognitive anthem<br \/>\nold words resaid to draw a new flame<br \/>\nfrom fear and anger burned in pantheon<br \/>\nto the wilting figure<br \/>\ntrapped in the mirror.<br \/>\nforetold in prophecy<br \/>\nalive in the deep of the<br \/>\none who holds the key<br \/>\nthe one of hope<br \/>\nwho soldiers through the tragedy<br \/>\nthe epic hero you hold<br \/>\ncradled in your<br \/>\nphilosophic fantasy<br \/>\nthe wind of change<br \/>\nhave destined<br \/>\nthat that the winner<br \/>\nof this wellworn<br \/>\nbattlefield<br \/>\nmay always be found in me.<br \/>\nBe my partner on the path<br \/>\nand let&#8217;s find the way.<\/p>\n<p>take every piece.<br \/>\nstitch it back together.<br \/>\nwoven into the tapestry.<br \/>\nwoven back to better.<\/p>\n<p>time passes with every stitch<br \/>\nmoonlight fades when the beauty<br \/>\nstitches the tapestry of the world<br \/>\nto face the sunlight back to the better.<\/p>\n<p>-William M Connors<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Take every piece and put it back to better take every ash every molecule stitch it back together til its woven into the tapestry You realists fade and fail to comprehend me magic doesn&#8217;t exist to the frail in fealty learn to accept the 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