Tag Archives: Victory
Our story is not final, YoSleep Demons
It’s not our fault, the night
Racing in to become the pace car to our heart rate
That it might conquer
Why weave these words, darkness, ’round our ankles?
Utterances we used to need to hear, that would have us walking tall?
I can’t say your name, but your number, I know
‘Til my last breath, I call you the liar you be
Your wishing to blackmail
Your attempt to bruise
Reality we now enjoy
Ask us to wrestle, and wrestle we will
For you have lost us
To flowers and fauna
Forever to smiles from friends
Again
And over again
Torqued
I will gift you
Machine man, me
Eyes clear now
Future-ready
Take your Soldier hand
Study, journey with you
This trip around the Sun
We familia
I will gift you
Speed demon, victory
Bodies torqued
This skin, yours
Time trials completed
Finish line, Westward
This whispered promise
We checkered-flags
I will gift you
Sugar boy, pie
Feed you tenderly
Sing to you
In perfect pitch
Make a wish
This catch-me vision
We with lights on
Netflix and Nike
Race on
For what choice do we have
Time neither ceasing
Nor waiting for us
Desiring to reach back
To grant wings to these feet
Hail thee, titans of victory
We made it to the day’s end
And in the morning
Pray, we shall, for safekeeping
To the comedy gods
I See
This morning, it seems, these eyes sting of defeat
“Look harder,” the stormy air asks
“See clearly the calm, the victory now, here for the weary faithful.”
It was passive perhaps, to remain on the mat
Yet, that was The Way, way back then
Voracity and patience, be purposeful now
That the challenge of hope, the determined eyes
Shall be the reward, the brass ring
Just pick up your mat
Just see
Riddled
I am Down
I am Up
Murdered and Born-Again
I am a Mud-Covered and Silver-Lining Soul
Unnoticed and Six Feet Tall
Never Worth Fighting For -Oh, The Rubies I Hold!
Who Am I
June Will Be Okay
Deciding this morning whether
To be afraid for our weather
For this Earth
For its Underlings
I noticed triumph
Its and Theirs
I saw green, cold tears
Gladness!
There was little left to do
Open wide the window
Cry out
Three cheers for a cold victory!
Checkered Flag: A Haiku
From His Lips
I roar, whilst in David’s clothing
An Amazon, though oh-so-small
Ought, by the world’s measure, back down
But no
I take aim
You play the unwinable game
The ground, you roam
The fall, your home
The dirt your resting place
Game
The sting is not going away
But you will reshape this
You will
Someday
Something like rings inter-looped
Victory between your teeth
