Creating New blog

I have decided to take on the challenge of an Ironman Triathlon. Because I can be self centered at times, (a necesary trait for an Ironman journey) I have decided to blog about my experiences.

The Delusion of Daily Life

Running at night,
with an absence of light,
sounds emanate from an unseen bird
as it takes flight.

It calls out from the trees,
projecting its pleas, hoping
anyone will listen.

I picked up my pace,
fright crossed my face
as the unseen sound hovers overhead.

Chased down the path,
fear turning to wrath,
instincts propel me forward.

My loss of reason,
no crime of treason.
For listening to fear,
survival is near.
To ignore natures way
Will only betray.

The Surprise I Always Knew

Came home and found you, waiting.
Alone was I, my life was fading.
A dance of joy, a movement of balance,
A celebration of your many talents.

Arrived finally at the truth
Your reaction was all the proof
Together, always, we shall find
Nothing but a singular mind.

The beauty is all in reach,
Focus on what’s never preached
After-anything always comes
The beat of the clock always drums.

Limitless

A contented song
from a bird that quietly sings,
and while it rings
a chance to rest,
for at this moment, all is best.

Sharing its simplicity,
never guilty of duplicity
to the following truth:
The sky has no roof.

The chains of the mind
will return, in-kind,
the perception of hell
in exchange for an empty shell.

The things that we hold
as we inevitably grow old
wither away.
But we never leave,
there is nothing to bereave.
Celebration sitting on a branch
Life’s whistle, a wonderful trance.

Ghost Potential

Sitting in a field, calm and quiet
Thinking about it all, restless as a riot.
I have every reason to feel joy,
realizing my life is no longer a ploy
to obtain wonderful things.

Very little noise, a little bit of sunlight,
The breeze ever so slight.
A still moment captured,
Not quite raptured,
Comfortable, but will not excite.

A day like any other,
Nothing really to change
Why now do I wonder,
Is this so strange?

A turbulent rainstorm, not anywhere found
A peaceful afternoon, my joy should be unbound.
My restless desires, turbulent and never-ending,
No such thing as satisfaction, so I shall stop pretending.

To this impossible idea I am attached.
It is to tranquility I am latched.
Attempt at freedom I may try,
Day in, day out, until I die.

At the horizon I stare,
And unwillingly I bare,
No burden but the future
As I am unable to suture
the wound caused by prayer.

The Best Holiday

The greatest gift is to be born alone
a human being, not a drone.
Misfortune indoctrinates to a world of the group
scratching around on the floor of a coop.

Those that dance with the power from
the madness of the mind hath numb
a life free from the difference of each,
dependent groups they now must preach.

A plague from the hand of the state
already dead, our funerals wait
Sustained by a repeating virus,
day in, day out, never-ending crisis.

Power obscured by the light of hope,
an individual speaks out, then must cope
with insidious attacks from those without reason.
Ignorance approaches, ‘tis the season.

Smile, You Pussy

I’m sinking down into the floor
Melting away, as never before
The things I loved, gone away
Why I hurt, I can not say.

Something is wrong, and for no reason
To admit my crime results in treason.
My symbol of a manly life,
Will be cut off with a jagged knife.

Placed upon me, rules and regs
I try to run away, until they cut off my legs.
Accepting my fate, I remain quiet.
To violate a norm shall cause a riot.

The Beauty of Our Fate

Blessed with the ability to lose,
I ignore the inevitable and celebrate
the lights dancing in the sky.
Together, they intertwine
as a celebration
of a predestined ending.
The light in me will never end,
Though I will.