GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
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A second attempt at "Give It 100!" ![]() These are just rough sketches and ideas that are barely a little more rounded-out...they're not perfect but they're gonna be good enough to share here at least. Your comments, support, and words of encouragement will be greatly appreciated! |
6-5-17 ![]() There's a past and a future and a man at the divide silently longing to act on his own intuition. Free from a monologue preachin' from inside and a lifetime's cache of strings attached; long enough to see freedom and loud enough to know it can't be real. If what you want won't stop you, what you've done will. With deadly fiber optic precision another life's leash lets up dangerously close to countless possibilities feigning every hope and it gets him every single time. As soon as the blue starts to fade white the strings jerk back in time, seemingly, nanoseconds apart... reeling him loosely in. He wants to come out and play but he's a puppet of his making; the past, an incorrigible boss and ruthless deal-cutter. Control was signed over long before he could see intention for its worth; before the glow could entice. There is no show when moving sideways. Every wrong turn gets him a little closer to a sharper yank. Close enough is never close enough. |