I used to stunt like a Stunt man only to lose limbs and then l realized this was not Stunt city.
So l ran off to Gotham city with exception of Bruce Wayne only to live by the illusion of Joker.
I wonder why the stories of many men end up as of one man?
This game we play for oxygen will have you scarred if you allow it to take your breath away so exhale for a moment to really inhale .
So I picked a book shying away from Captain Hook for knowledge is might, l washed the crust off my eyes in order to fly a kite so far l have to reach the sky.
Categories:
stunt man, africa, america, art,
Form: Free verse
In loving memory the saga goes,
or so they say when feint reminder culls a piercing interlude.
Remnant of an unfinished sentence,
broken shadow haunt awash with grief,
snapshot at the edge of a well.
Parachute of blinding insight on queue or on song,
paper mache angel deep within.
Verses, scrolls, smudges from that pink enamel claw,
whose back fold clip appearance left one reeling,
like some
tree house dweller rattled by a swooping hawk.
Gimlet sipping voyageur
adrift on ice pack yacht,
in need of solace,
yet wishing it to the bottom of his rusty bucket list.
Fragile human being torn apart,
funeral bound,
that once upon a time surreal biker skirting mountains.
A priori stunt man metaphysically divine on rocky ledge,
dare devil prayer when it suits.
Feat performance activist a sleight of hand jester,
yet despite this vapid mask of dumb amnesia,
he wanders blindfold down
an alpine peak while chasing after dim and distant keepsake
Date posted :31st January 2022
Categories:
stunt man, art, august, bereavement, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
My life: I’m a stunt man
Climbing black buildings to fly.
And this brings life into my dreams,
Dreams of dancing with clouds in the sky.
And walking through the fire
Then flying through its smoke.
Or wrapping those fingers around my neck,
And squeezing my life to a choke.
Quite simply that is what it’s like,
As I walk through the day in my shoes.
To walk a life out on a whim,
Where every step is mine there to choose.
Categories:
stunt man, introspection, life,
Form: Quatrain