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Roll out a lifetime like a scroll
It stretches but only so far
And writing slowly fills the scroll
From left to right
And when the writing stops
The story is over
As a youth I thought it stretched to eternity
That each night I closed my eyes
I would awaken to a beautiful morning sun
But nowadays I sometimes wonder
If I've seen my last morning sun
When life is so very fragile
So many pages fill the scroll of my story
With so many chapters I wish I could erase
And I'm not honestly sure where I changed so much
From the exuberant youth with a life to live
To a jaded old man suffering his own thoughts
Part of me would embrace the end of my story
Millions of possibilities dwindled down to a few
And the once huge supporting cast has become small
And at least half the remaining cast resides in my mind
So many conflicting voices telling me sweet lies
But when you're adept at pushing people away
Eventually you end up all alone
With my lifetime rolled out before my eyes
I'm not sure how close to the end I truly am
For the scroll length is but a red herring
And the words could stop at any second
But if I know one thing from my story
I was an optimistic youth who jaded with age
Roll out a lifetime like a scroll
It stretches but only so far
And writing slowly fills the scroll
From left to right
And when the writing stops
My story is over
Hypnagogic spell immediately cast
overpowering drug induced state fast
overcome even those who just woke
prolonged narcotic effect could last
bajillion years (hyperbole to wake
any lil lulled reader) superfast.
Before he/she succumbs without blame
impossible mission monseigneur or dame
to break loose against buttressed bed frame
magnetic pull overpowers
superman/woman and/or lame
nope, I can't rattle off any specific name
only no man, woman, nor child can tame
overpowering urge greater than whatshername?
Ja Sleeping Beauty, or similar
facsimile thereof within eye blink
shutters lids with soundless clink
quite elementary ma rinky dink
poem, but would ya expect me,
an arrogant, defiant, haughty,
career punster who doth hoodwink
matt er of fact Scott
tush trumpeting ratfink,
meanwhile, I will not let thee think,
lest ye become mettle some as hot zinc.
And what thwart my feeble
attempt to bewitch and beguile
quite aware ye probably reedsy
to spew glippy glop gloopy bile
spurring lifesaving recourse
insane asylum, cuz bedlam
forces thee to dial,
and splutter exhibiting harried style
swiftly tailored demeanor
hooping I get just desserts,
and be condemned at trial
within interim and meanwhile...
Yours truly will exalt inside
unit b44 downing
one after another
B52 eventually died
(jettisoning these lovely bones)
at least say to himself,
while gratefully dead, he tried
to curry lunacy, (albeit harmless)
across the the web, world wide
reading experience this
letterman being your lucky charm guide
into outer limits of twilight zone
ha... ha... ha... no place for ye
to run and hide,
which bolsters me prejudice and pride
without sense and/or sensibility
(think Jane Austen),
whose ghost would chide,
one twenty first century wordsmith,
who seeks a bartered bride
hmm, maybe someone allied
i.e. linkedin with AllPoetry,Cosmofunnel
FaceBook, MyPoeticSide,
PoetrySoup, Prose, All Poetry,
Hello Poetry, Tumblr...
I even roll out welcome Matt
for thyself tug get shanghaied.
Warriors Never Sleep
by Odin Roark
How subtle his pen
Barely moving from
Left to right
Opinion to fact
What if to perhaps
Words these were
How relaxed my hypnotic state
Fingers inner-laced atop my irregular breathing state
Sounds emitting from reluctant lips
Fearful to ride the expunged air
To reach his ears
Might they be heard as betrayal?
Jesus how I’d learned the Id’s instinctual power
The super-ego’s warrior-quest of protection
And the Ego
That mediating *******’s reality check
Were I but parroting conscious experience
Or was the roll out of sounds
A regurgitation of my subterranean privacy
My lair’s howl
The warrior-protected part of my mind
The only part left
It seemed
At least that was the shrink’s opinion
Oh how he tried
Oh how the pen did perform its dervish moves
It’s tapping cadence
It’s lip massage while waiting
All the while
That look of understanding
I hated that
Father
Grandfather
Mythical sage
All in one
The bastard
But hey
Choices were few
I’d murdered three people
So I’d said
The state wanted to find out
Was it true?
Ask Mr. Id
I’d told them
And asking they were doing
The 10-9-8-7
Finger snap
The endless drill of endless sessions
Eyes open
His pen raised
Clock showing straight up
Session over
For now
Taking the hand of my warrior
He winked
We shuffled out
Rock
Like Mavado “I'm on the Rock”, but some people have to sell Rock to buy a cot.
Life can Rock your world as you see it and know it,
Africa is Mash up because of a Rock,
living in these times you have to be built like a Rock,
If war comes, Then its time to Rock.
You have Rock your attire with style and swagger,
if you hear a tune you like you will Rock your head and body also if its time to step out with
the friends from the ends until the end,you have to Rock and roll-out,
and if its that time den you dun know the bed goner Rock.
We all have a clock on this 3rd Rock from the Sun We call earth,
so make the best of it….. because in the end all you have left in world when your gone is a
Rock at the top of the Head with your named on it.
At your grave side..
If your Lucky…
Tallan J Bent 23:42Hrs 19/05/08
The clanking sound of spurs, the sun’s glare
off the shiny doppelganger derringers.
Her hat tipped onto her sweating brow.
“Contests! We don’t need no stinking contests!”
Her cowhide boots kick up the prairie dust.
She’s not your quintessential grandmother.
Her torrential windpipe words ready for a fight.
“I will be number one! Like it or not!”
She spits tobacco into the air, daring a challenge,
and it drops at the feet of the biggest contest.
“Chew on that one...for a while!”
A patch over one green eye, the jealous one. She wears it
as a badge of honor. No one messes with Lady Cogburn.
Like showing off pictures of her family, she lets a scroll roll loose.
Her adjectives and verbs, nouns and sounds.
“I dare anyone to steal my verse! Who's brave enough
to roll out one of their own!”
She spits and stares them down, as one courageous chick
steps forward and just as quick she lays her low.
“Contests! We don’t need no stinking contests! Now the rest of you scram!”
Dodge City, the ghost town, has one occupant. She lights her Virginia Slims, lets her poetic smoke circle the air — like vultures.
7/20/2018
Contests! We don’t need no stinking contests! Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Family Visit
Highway destination
Christmas presentation
Roll out smile
Reflecting back while
Baltimore being my arrival
Thinking on a Christmas novel
Connection in togetherness
Christmas Day almost upon
Snow falls starting the holiday right
Momentum spirit
Inspirating merit
Journey on Journey on
Christmas has officially begun
Embracing love among
Merry Christmas in the Greyhound way
Peace, Joy and Blessings every step of the getaway
Happy Prosperous New Year 2026
Through the mind and enter the heart
Love surrounds and spread it in warmth
The friendly Greyhound Driver with handshake extended
Go Greyhound and let memories carry their own holiday stories for many years to come.
Spontaneously taking me to a land of opportunity.
A wonderous realm of possibilities awaits me.
Immersing me in showers of splendor and ecstasy.
I foresee a future so bright its illumination blinds me.
Spectacles of magnificence waft by my eye to my heart.
Let this awe-inspiring significance prepare to start.
No more exuberating sensation could be bought.
Where command performances are daily sought.
An exhilarating ride high on the crest of a mighty wave.
So very exquisite I shall create my very own enclave.
Joining the Elizabethan Trust Theatre Performing Arts.
At such a young age was my dream auditioning my parts.
Acting was all I lived for, being accepted was even more.
Life was wonderful, a good job and study I would adore.
I guess it was perseverance, luck and talent, I had some.
So get ready to roll out the red carpet, here I come.
Just the thought of it uplifts my spirit, Just the thought of it eradicate my suffering and give rise to healthy living. Take me on a luxury ride in the sky and appease my ego before I die. Soak me in the dew of the night and open my appetite. Serve me tuna fish with lots of mayonnaise and fresh green salad to compliment my praise; drench me with wine to get the heavy burden off my mind., roll out my luxury bed upon which I will rest my head.
I am floating on cloud nine as I embark on a luxury mission to the sky. The time is set and I am almost out of breath, this is a once in a lifetime game, and the galaxy will absorb the pain. I could feel the earth shake as we depart from the gate and take off in the air without anxiety or fear. I felt at ease as we cruise at an altitude above the sea.
I could feel the heavens rumbling in my stomach and the universe circling around me, while the clouds move swiftly in front of me. I couldn’t tell whether it was morning or night, but I was ready to enjoy that spectacular sight.
Comfort away from home follows you wherever you roam, the sofa is bigger than thee, when you fly at an altitude way above the sea, and it is more exciting than the people on earth can see. The luxury in the sky is the new move on which the artist relies, if you can imagine it, you can create it, if you can create it, you can do it.
Come aboard my plane and your life will never be the same; take a deep breath before you enter the jet. Fasten your seatbelt for we are going to take you on a luxury cruise in the sky. Eat all you can, drink all you can and if you need help the restroom will give you a helping hand.
Here I am standing on the ground figuring out a way to get home, I have no script or purse in my hand, but I am waiting for someone to hold my hand, and without warning, I felt a warmth coming close to me, and it was like something was melting around me, my feet start to move and all of a sudden I got into the grove and the luxury in the sky dance move was created. The luxury in the sky will never die, come and dine with me tonight for the city will never cry.
The night is peeping over the hill
And the half a moon is very still
It is shining a bright light over me
And it is telling me that I am free
The world is watching and people
Are running and tumbling in the rubble
The music is alive and I can hear a distant cry
Suddenly the clouds roll out a message in the sky
Saying that the great big god is standing by
And everyone must comply,
I felt solemnness
I felt quietness in the evening
And it gives me a daring feeling
It wasn't physical, it wasn’t spiritual
it's a feeling that makes you want to laugh and cry
But neither smile nor tears was in frame
The evening is far from being silent
All the weekend shoppers are moving about
Singing and shouting as they go about
Suddenly a strange noise resonated in the clouds
Nobody could hear it but my spirit could absorb it
The boisterous noise penetrated the street
And the communication team shuts down the system
And left abruptly for an emergency meeting
Leaving everyone empty and stranded
The market women selling on the street
Started to get loud and began to shout
The sun has suck the energy out of them
And they are getting ready to walk around the bend
What on earth has just happened?
It’s as if everyone was frightened
A tall guy walked by clapping his hand
Dancing and singing as he walk along
People are moving
the traffic is crawling
And the loudness suddenly decrease
And for the first time my spirit was at ease
It is not sadness; it’s just a touch of quietness
Something is just sinking in
and the people are feeling sorry for their sins
Reality is just sinking in
And it is the new beginning
The illusionary man is only a man
The illusionary woman is just a woman
But reality is staring them in the face
While they are gearing up for the next race
A town with all its pride is coming to realize
That the material world is a price less show
Saturday night is drawing nigh
And the bliss of life has suddenly come alive.
The show must go on from evening till morn; the show must go on in the midst of the storm, get the manuscript and recuse that man from the pulpit, get the director, producer, crew members and actors and upgrade the show before the end of December. Find another pitch to postulate the truth and reveal the intricacy of my adolescence and youth.
The show must go on when resources are low, the show must go on if you have nowhere to go, and if your father is dead you have to let the dead bury the dead, and get on the stage to compete the mission before for it’s too late. Find another rhythm that everyone can dive in; find another tune that we can listen to at noon. And when the time is right we will roll out a new dice.
The show must go on so spread the manuscript on the grass, the show must go on even when the day is dark; the director must re-organize the set and position the actors for a new bet; producers’ must recruit new audience and sponsor the actors on the set, when the finance gets low the producer must revive the show and give all participants something to start with; and when the day is done you must all get together and have fun.
The show must go on when everyone except the star is dead; the moon will provide company and comfort you in your bed; and the universe will embrace you when rockets are flying over your head. The show must go on when fire engulfs your bed and visitors are moving out of the town, going Around and around, just to start right back from where they began.
The show must go on when faces are sad and smile is welled up in your stomach, and when the boss gets mad at you and you don’t know what to do, you have to know how to talk your way through, the show must go on when am not around, the show must go on when you want to frown, the show must go on until eternity, people will come and go and you just have to be part of the show.
The show is about seven generation and their family. Each one is selected to serve a pivotal role in a special time cycle. How did you enter the crew fighting for something that doesn’t belong to you, the new pm a no none a you; your generation is of a different clan and just one person is selected to lead the band so the show must go on. to bring blessing all over the land.