Runners

Mar 11, 2008 - 20:26 PM PST
I live in a world of runners

People who saw the door at the top of the mountain
And couldn't resist its secrets

As the brass knob turned
The mahogany creaked like a banshee

Each and everyone took off running
Momentum built up

At every rocky spot they tumbled
Battered and bruised they continued

Until exhaustion set in

The battle hardened shrugged it off
But eventually they dropped their shields

Eyelids grew closer together

Why did I take off running?

Enlightenment

The long journey back
This time up hill, and legs are sore

The doorway screams, failure
But a pass through, creates fearlessness

With clear retrospect thought
Why did I turn and run one thousand miles?
When three steps forward is all it took

Runners

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May 13, 2008 - 10:07 AM

Franchise on
Passing the doors of perception we will find that there is no such thing as fear. Only fear in itself as Roosevelt had pointed out. Is that Stalin on that Basketball players head? Funky stuff. Keep up the great poetry and thought provoking material. 5 stars from me homie.