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We could run
She’s back, back from the worries and woes
Back to her laughs and chuckles
And we’ve gone back, back to our first days
Camden Palace no more
I should Koko you can now say
Beth Ditto on a Monday night whatever next
Rolling back the years
Yes I’ve got my little girl back
Shorter hair, but not short of love and laughter
Swaying and singing at the top of our voices
Eyes ...
Tuesday 17th October 2017 4:00 pm
Running Power
Running
I feel
Nothing
But:
Heart whipping the veins
Legs pounding
Lungs heaving
Breath chugging
Muscles relieving
And I'm accelarating faster
And faster
And faster
Till I beat the wind
My legs a blur
Sometime
My legs will tire
But my spirit flies
Yonder
And free
Like the wind
With a whoosh
And
Whoop-tee-dee...
Thursday 13th July 2017 8:44 am
Yet Still I Run
How many times can one person be reinvented
I have run from myself so many times
I have fled from who I am
in order to be someone better
But always I fall short
Always I fail
Always I become someone changed but still the same
Always I leave behind the good
And carry with me the bad
I flee from the things I hate
Like a bat out of hell
I try to outrun the parts of my...
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:56 am
Im Gonna Go Until Im Not
Who the fuck could run a marathon?
What kind of psychopath does it take to remain in physical motion for so long?
My limbs have never been as strong as the rest,
As far as endurance is concerned.
I can lift
Operate
But the idea of a marathon is bullshit to me.
We run because we must.
Limits are fun to break
But some leave no v...
Friday 6th March 2015 10:27 am
Above, Beyond
The morning, crisp and broken by the curfew
Of rising larks and pigeons in the choir,
Its breaching sun is bursting through the grass dew
And thinning out the misty dawn's perspire.
Many rest upon their linen sheets around
And you, the only currently arise,
Solo is your ally when breaking the ground;
Undistracted, undisturbed - your alibis.
Your muscles twitch uncertain of their purpose,
...
Friday 27th June 2014 2:21 pm
Running Man
Quickly pitting his wit
against an enemy
he reaches for his gun
the barrel is empty
the chamber clicks echo
Staggered staggering speed
as they close in he thinks
again which way to run
the white sedated walls
scream fear, shrinking backwards
A thorn through a window
whisperingly draws blood
as it strokes his cheek
reminding t...
Friday 1st March 2013 9:22 pm
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