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! |
7-10-17 Jaywalking the intersection cars don't seem to cross 'til there's a pedestrian, he claims the gait of a horse past its racing days but game enough to be chased. Nothing but the air swarms in faux suffocation grasps, with a menacing growl but an otherwise meek temperament; mostly drying off unnoticed in the Mount Rushmore of silence billowing widely in his thoughts. Random, then gone without interruption or changes in pace. Trained. Not derailed, but vacant save the fury of rust working overtime; ideas and problems and solutions in a flow chart starting and ending with "Nothing/ Now What?" and a sense of peace (for a moment). Legs here in motion; mind there in a stillness of near collapse. He is he, and he is that. |
7-10-17 The star-turned-fanboy, built on ambition and misdirection, claimed no contest in the interest of self-interest. He's not believing in the here-and-now the way we're supposed to... the meaning of mindfulness we were taught from the ground up. We're four seasons and he's still on vacation from the first. Justice doesn't serve the worst. He's got the half-seemed assumptions, and they keep gathering like budding truths in need of a good comeuppance but he's not fit to be disturbed. He's not here and he means it. And honestly, all we can do is contemplate or complicate and we know that'll do us no good. Not now. But what we can do is look back and take a page out of his book in passive-aggressive arrogance...if we're gonna be wrong we're gonna be spectacularly wrong but at least we know enough to be grateful in demise. For what it's worth, we'll say we tried. |
7-10-17 You'll hear it from the sustained source. Panic and wither or start tweaking the enemies... learn to make a choice. Prod but don't follow. If you're idly towing, figure you'll wind up tidily owing until you gain direction... learn to use your voice. You're a system, not a user. You're the patient, not the cancer and ya gotta have something to answer to if you're not alone... learn ways to rejoice. Defend your decision. Prove your solution. Silence an army and still all the breezes like you're their Jesus. If you maintain this factor of will you claim you have, you can easily see yourself free and complete... learn to be your choice. |