(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.
The moon knows best — put him to the test.
Run the AM fog to prove a part from the rest.
Howling with the Moon reminiscing my mess.
I was crazy to believe my dream was to 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 I dart.
They are written to connect worlds with love, art is not to set us apart.
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 is 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…