Day 3

Day 3

Two point five miles in
My calf pops, my leg gives out
I hobble on home.

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Breakfast of Champions

 Breakfast of Champions

I grab a monster,
double load a protein shake...
Time to light it up!

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Fools

 Fools 

Midnight on the dot,
And they welcome the new year
Shooting in the air. 

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Over the Top!

One final rough and jagged sonnet from a rough and jagged year... 

Over the Top!

On the eve of the new year,
reflecting on the dying one.
While I had planned to do so much,
I didn’t get a damned thing done.
Some have called it a dumpster fire,
with all the chaos that we’ve been through,
but my past year was Trench Warfare,
inches I gained were miles too few.
But this year, I have mapped a plan,
I have lay my goals out before me,
charting out an adaptable path
that, I believe, will lead to victory.
This progress-less chaos to a stop
when I cry, one last time, “Over the top!”

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Smoke

 Smoke

A simple cigar 

Lit with intent and prayer

Is an offering...

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Ancestral

 Ancestral

Sing a song of blood, 
of loyalty without end:
Libate and make smoke

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How can blind men see?

How can blind men see?

What noble things can come to broken men,
whose former dreams lay shattered all around?
Incapable of being fixed again
in their own minds, having run themselves down?
Suspicious of any positive thing
that sheer happenstance, or by fate’s Decree,
or gift some sympathetic God may bring,
downplaying it all because he can’t see
the worth he may hold to others like him,
in the simplest things that he may do,
that lightens the dark, and lessens the grim
and gives others the strength to push on through…
They’ll rebuild themselves, and reclaim their lives,
by showing them themselves through others’ eyes!

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