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legs churning
lungs burning
feet heavy
heartbeat unsteady
another mile to go
toughness time to show
now or never go for the glory
thats the story
late night hours
no fear, never cowers
shifting gears
to the crowd's cheer's
given up many an indulgence
to be an athlete of influence
a mover and a shaker
never to be mistaken for a faker
lion-hearted 'till the end
rev up the engine for the last bend
goal is the finish line
lean at the tape for the time
win or lose it's all the same
what matters is how you play the game
did you give it your all
did you leave it all on the line until your fall
leave nothing to be desired
like clay to be fired
molded by sacrifice
nothing else would suffice
this is the life of an athlete
but not just any athlete, a long distance athlete
barrel chested
endorphin injected
solitary 5 am runs
missing out on time spent with chums
reflecting amongst nature
finding solace below the creator
its all worth it
a life spent being fit
making friends galore
each mile, never a bore
a tightly nit fraternity
miles and miles to eternity
its more than running
a lifestyle, ongoing
lace em' up and let it go
let your inner self glow
strength and courage radiate
never to quell or intimidate
simply to live
leaking life like a sieve
with no fear
crystalline clear
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Punch after punch
Symphony of swift feet
Knockout number one
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Braving stormy seas
Lone helmsman-up to the task
Old Leviathan
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Abomination
Eyes penetrating the depths
Clinical visit
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chipping and hacking
sawing and sanding
this is the life of a creator
these are his sounds
a cacophony of hustle and bustle
a primal link to the past and an eye on the future
ever striving for a land bridge between the two
like ancient explorers of the human condition
back and forth
to and fro
sweeping arm movements packed with energy
eye's steady and intense gaze resting on the immediate
standing on the precipice, the gateway of creativity
ready to push the boundaries of the possible one more time
forging potentials in the foundry of insight
molten heat emanating from the source of inspiration
leaving trails across le atelier in vibrant, living color
once more into the fray.....
a chance to become something more
a demigod, replete with all the powers
to cast off these earthly shackles and take one's rightful place
amongst the Apollonian and Dionysian pantheon
standing shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Giacometti, Rodin and Michelangelo
basking in their eternal aurora of shimmering crystalline streaks of productivity
leaving traces of ocular delight along the way
but always leaving something to be desired
just out of reach and unattainable, alluding to greater grandeur
scaling the philosophical peaks and traversing the political spectrum
to unify the scattered, to join the fragmented, to give voice to the oppressed
saying something with nothing
directing the viewer's eye with subtleties
emphasizing silence with space and void
painting and glazing
soldering and welding
hands steadily guiding and grinding
unearthing the inert qualities laying dormant, waiting to be revealed
commanding that the materials speak and be known
this is a life worth living
this is the life of a creator
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Quiet introvert
Weaving eardrum tapestries
Spaces in between
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Some are shiny
Fuel injected or carbureted
Hands washed after work or grimy
Green lights anticipated
Some are small block
Bored out pistons roar
Pride, nothing stock
New valves, what a chore
Overhead cams pushed to the limit
Rocker arms at full extension
Gears a ’grinding, spin it
Timing belt at full tension
Intake manifold a ’breathing
Camshaft spinning
Exhaust seething
Races, if lucky, winning
Linear forces generated
Altered chemical synergy
Fuel incinerated
Glorious mechanical energy
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Angles accounted
Volumes and sweeping vistas
Shavings from pencil
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Footsteps now in the past
A youthful yearning
A runner once fast
Torn by the grips of emotions
Nostalgic glimmering of medals once won
Old pictures tell stories
The conquering son
Forgotten memories encased in wood and glass
First race, won by a mile
Lonely nights soon to come
Nothing then could hamper that smile
Always one more finish line
In good health, the spirit shall endure
Newspaper clippings and well wishes
In youth, always sure
Faster, just a little….
So sure of another finish line
No need to plan ahead
The body once a shrine
Fearless to a fault
The future held bright things
Many beleaguered doctor visits
A young conquering hero whose heart sings
Surely there will be another finish line
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shifting and swirling wind
biting cold
first light coming around the bend
illuminating each crevice and every fold
the kind of silence that makes a sound
lone bird on a branch
snow drifts by the pound
snow falling by happenstance
misty mountains revealed
herds slowly moving through the tree line
lit by the yawning morning sun shield
mountain mornings are one of a kind
trees coated in snow
all saplings and greenery lying doormat beneath the layers
not till' summer will they show
held in the clutches of winter's strong grip, quiet prayers
hips and spines hand crafted by the creator
silent, long since frozen creeks
views, there are none greater
lone, stalwart peaks
silent cathedrals of glistening light
grand columns amongst the cloud caps
granite faces of extraordinary might
white tipped tree caps
taciturn sequoias standing tall
guarding the valleys
and watching the glistening sprawl
among backwood alleys
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