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! |
6-6-17 ![]() Our jaws often get anchored in disbelief our faces can't break from. Every tooth turns into a root as we wind our way toward the truth. If history owes us facts, why are we reclined and relaxed wishing our maybes on fallen stars? That's how rumors start. When we're finally ready to believe, wandering's not only for mystique. It's how you learn to separate one-dimensional lies from faith. To only see straight at eye-level is like building your dream castle with eighty rooms and all the views but only furnishing the vestibule. Searching doesn't start with looking and the bottom's not the end but an opening. We can be statues with a couple words, collecting shit from aimless birds; instead let's rely on our senses to make the most of what life presents us. If we're moving we can't be mismanaged. We're not falling stars, we're orbiting planets. |