C9 On The Run, I come from the Sun
back into the Sum of One, I Become
Dialed In, En Route to the Oort
Out the Loosh Into Greater, Denser, Absolutes
Into the Great Flame, I find the Center Truths
now I'm Questing, got me High on Ankhs and Infinitudes
a Total Resurrection
I Jettison towards Greater Intercessions,
by the 9th Power I Rise in Light
the Great Solar Crucifixion, I now Fly, Ever Of Life
Into Heavens Gates, I Just might Ignite these Plumages of Light
my Birth Right requires I Seek Heights
Seek, Surreal Eagle Flight, I let my Soul Fly
Full Speed in Hawk Sight
I Beam Bright in Laser Precision Flight
Thriving Off the Greater Mind, Fly High Be Thy Light Percussio
I Go, where Energy Flows, in Ever Infinite Flow
Down Inner Luminous Roads
In comes the Super Light Percussion, Light Strikes I've Mastered Thy Soul
Blazing Wyld Forever Forth
Forever North, Light Smites the Night, like a Wyld Horse
Forever wrong
but never in doubt
Truth on the run
the louder they shout
Facts never matter
they get in the way
With pontification
— the rule of the day
(The New Room: July, 2026)
Verses Eternal
Be in the moment
staying true to yourself
The stigma of others
but a tool in your belt
What trauma inspires
to forever beget
In verses eternal
— to never forget
(The New Room: July, 2026)
Muddy told me ...
“Try to sound like
your bacon
smells
“And keep the
kitchen
close where dwells
“Those words to fry
and sizzle
free
“Your nose
will know
— what eyes deceive”
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
She was free... miles away.
He'd never see or touch her again.
Finally unfettered... free at last.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Honey glazed donut to go.
A tall mug of french vanilla coffee.
It doesn't get any better.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
And dear Santa Claus
and Rudolph too
Searching for them
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
Oh the strain on holiday knees and red nose
As they searched through chilly woods
And the old man’s sleigh is balancing on roof
With gifts of gold and coal
“Good to be running free
Get Santa off his ride
Hilarious to break Rudolph’s pride
Don’t rest Blitzen!
Rest, Blitzen…
Rest”
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
And dear Santa Claus
and Rudolph too
Searching for them
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
“When I catch those reindeer
They’ll get kick in the rear!
Those dirty paws will get no applause.
Stop there, Blitzen!
Stop, Blitzen!
Stop!”
The old man wants his milk and cookies pronto
The chimneys are growing cold
And look, children not dreaming, and waking up
With nothing fun at all
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
And dear Santa Claus
and Rudolph too
Searching for them
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
Deer on the run, Deer on the run
the robust red fox
midst emerald field —
bilocation
he’s there, he’s here
in my heart, still on the run
A touch too close and a gaze too sincere,
Was the Jenga player about to pull an upset loss?
Faulty by design, promise and execution
Does a good love need time to catch its breath?
Or does it weave long exhales into conversational counterparts?
*On The Run*
Hunted by my past, trailed by my shadow,
Intoxicated by elixir of youth,
I climb the ìrókò beyond the leaves.
Wail of woes, dehydrated dreams
Crushed in the battlefield of the deep;
Love lost, hoarse voice, greying hairs.
The wind slaps me cold,
Drunk with evil pleasure,
Sweet sorrow envelopes me;
Then it dawns on me,
I’d frittered the forest and harried the sea
With eyes larger than my stomach
While lost in the jungle of ambition.
I have impregnated the sand
and birthed blood;
Now,
Buried in the remnant of the night,
Fame
Is a remote treacherous valley
of thorny roses.
Wandering in the wilderness of civilization,
The stench of my decomposing sins has found me out.
A prisoner in my own skin,
I must hide and run,
And run and hide.
Solace in firewater and ghettos,
Like the hourglass,
I must hit the highway
And journey to nowhere.
In the end,
I can't outrun my shadow.
The power of poetry
to drive away love
A surrogate impostor
indentured above
Whether spoken or written
its message the same
All feelings imprisoned
in words that explain
When waxing poetic
the birds and the trees
Laughing not with you
but at you it seems
Intention enamored
from rhyme to blank verse
With hearts on the run
—and heaven to curse
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: May, 2023)
It shapeshifts,
It streams away,
I bring it back,
It stays with me for a while,
It then wants to leave me again,
I fight to hold it back,
I wrestle to keep it in its chamber,
Sometimes I win,
Sometimes I lose,
I imagine it laughing at me when it's the victor,
I ask questions for which I have had no answer,
I try to unravel the mystery behind my plight,
It leads nowhere,
A dead-end street,
I have cried on the inside,
My tears have overflown their banks,
I trudge along on this path,
Thorns and thistles no longer scare me,
Who am I?
Why do I go through this?
Am I created for this?
I ascend with weary steps,
I push against the tide,
I speak to it,
I tell my mind to stay in its closet,
I tell it to dwell with me.
June 29, 2022
Nigerians are on the run
Refugees in search of Asylum
No more sweetness in their fatherland
Their dreams have crumbled
The giant of Africa is in shambles
With hope of her youth buried under the rubbles of
Man made insurgency
Banditry and insane killings
Evil holds sway everywhere
While goodness scamper to safety
Succor for the needy
Has been looted by the greedy
Kidnapping has been legalized
As perpetrators haggle ransom
With constituted authorities
Like in the open market
While security forces stand aloof
Awaiting their share of the pie
Armaggeddon is surely here
Words evade the inspiration of my muse
My heart is too heavy, watching this atrocity
Many people report that it will only get worse
Servicemen killed with many people injured
Photos of bloodied bodies at Kabul Airport
This never should have happened, ever!
America on the run, from a departure, no plan
They would still like to tell us everything will be fine!
I remember weeks ago when Biden insisted…
The Taliban would never take over the country!
Heidi Sands
8/26/21
On The Run
Jungles on fire_ birds expire
Infested seas_ unheeded pleas
Children cry_ nuclear war intensify
Darker sun_ culpable mind on the run
2016
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
NUDE ON THE RUN
It is a boring day at the beach.
See a nude with his laptop out of reach.
Singular of boars —
His laptop they score
It is a boar-ing day at the beach.
8/7/2020
eyelids toss and turn
as
the dam breaks
scrambled eggs and toast floats
a juice glass buoy
5/20/2020
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