(Photo taken @ PDX Opera House)
March 20, 2019
There was a beacon for this run, this is my home so I have to run.
This is uphill battles for fun.
But the moon knows best, to put him to a test.
Run the AM fog to prove a part to the rest.
Howling with the Moon reminiscing my mess.
I was crazy to believe my dreams be running to write and confess.
#AMWritingSCIFI from Portland, and started at Tom McCall with this running marketing mess…
Writing the story to end racism forever, it’s an annoying story to test.
I write cocky, the girl missed me.
I am the poetic justice you envy.
I put 1,000 plus words to any picture.
Poetry’s the plus.
Most only get to the picture.
I used to ride the bus.
These words mean more than concrete art.
Stop and snap a picture of meaningful words of art.
They are written to connect worlds with love, art is not to set us a part.
But to pull us together, and prove we all breathe as one to strive for better.
Yet we forget because working and making money is better.
How about a new pillar? A book that remindfully amends racism forever?
It’ll be comedy satire. Mixed with Sci-fi and political history to inspire.
So, people can research true history.
Because I ran a 9 mile route in D.C. to understand my history.
Don’t believe me?
Here’ the 7,000 word poem I wrote in my head running the streets of D.C.
Training to later howl with the Worm Moon; shaking my demons off for the last of this Winter’s Full Moon.
Panic attics for the book worms to read, hear I am, unscorned for writing.
A warrior’s oath to whom he dorm fighting.
Migraines took me for several years. But I ask to beast as I best keep thriving.
The beacon that’s skilled and born.
Running for books and reading for eyes.
Thank you, I run to write and fight for all!
Book one, you all will read a fun ending surprise…