jason-glasser - Hello Poetry

clop go the sound the feet against the ground rather the asphalt or the grass never the rubber, never the metal incessant, incessant, incessant beating back the ghosts of a ten year memory long since past its best by date need i remind you that it was the rubber, the metal, that spared the grass coming down the hill never flew so fast 18:57 engraved into the mind like a time-worn time cave painting of my life what was once good can return in a while eight years away, two years to stay eight and two makes ten just add the k or rather the m might as well plop on another three and a point one just for measurement see how steely the runner can be sturdy as rubber, flexible as a post neon blue feeling heavy tasting salty and dry confusion spits in my eye start pondering why but why is not the question the question is why not why can't this happen because i believe it can isn't good enough i have to know i have to know what would have been what could have been, what should have been so channel the anger from within and just beat back incessantly the ghosts of time past ten years of fruitlessness turning into a juicy pear pair of shoes, hair removed dare to do, scared of who? it's me against me and only i can see will it be less than two? faster than you? so much work to do to make much ado the old meets new but it's kept askew this is what i'm born to do only 26.2 for me and for you i'm going but i can't go i'm stopping but i can't stop i'm knowing but i can't know what awaits at the top for the top is just a mirage i'll always want some more there's no keeping score just one more, then one more in a world where time is not measured by the beat of a clock is measured by the distance covered is measured by shoes meeting their ends the goal is not the medal the goal is not the orange slice the goal is only the goal to go until you can't go and then go some more.

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Apr 26, 2017

Apr 26, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC

jason-glasser

50/50 Club

clop go the sound the feet against the ground rather the asphalt or the grass never the rubber, never the metal incessant, incessant, incessant beating back the ghosts of a ten year memory long since past its best by date need i remind you that it was the rubber, the metal, that spared the grass coming down the hill never flew so fast 18:57 engraved into the mind like a time-worn time cave painting of my life what was once good can return in a while eight years away, two years to stay eight and two makes ten just add the k or rather the m might as well plop on another three and a point one just for measurement see how steely the runner can be sturdy as rubber, flexible as a post neon blue feeling heavy tasting salty and dry confusion spits in my eye start pondering why but why is not the question the question is why not why can't this happen because i believe it can isn't good enough i have to know i have to know what would have been what could have been, what should have been so channel the anger from within and just beat back incessantly the ghosts of time past ten years of fruitlessness turning into a juicy pear pair of shoes, hair removed dare to do, scared of who? it's me against me and only i can see will it be less than two? faster than you? so much work to do to make much ado the old meets new but it's kept askew this is what i'm born to do only 26.2 for me and for you i'm going but i can't go i'm stopping but i can't stop i'm knowing but i can't know what awaits at the top for the top is just a mirage i'll always want some more there's no keeping score just one more, then one more in a world where time is not measured by the beat of a clock is measured by the distance covered is measured by shoes meeting their ends the goal is not the medal the goal is not the orange slice the goal is only the goal to go until you can't go and then go some more.

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we ask this as a multitude not as a series of individuals we are not one as we stand we are not to sit idly by we are too many to go unheard so we ask ourselves are we able we wish to set a stamp on this world we wish to send it somewhere better than itself we wish to fix what is here we realize then that we cannot inhabit all that is so we remain here, asking others are we able we realize that things are gradual we realize that the world moves slower than us we individually might not last long enough to do anything we might not allow for much change in our lifetime we, through generations, pass our message on so that we collectively just might pull it off so we ask our sons and daughters are we able might we be more than carbon and water, if we wish? might we use our carbon for more than methane? might we speak wisdom beyond our ability to comprehend? might we fix the broken lands? might we fix the broken people? so we ask the broken are we able we cannot hold a kings ransom we can do more than horde our items we try not to choke in the collective smog of business and politics we struggle to breathe for we know what can be done we hope others take our message we want it to grow with the children so we ask the future are we able

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Apr 26, 2017

Apr 26, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC

jason-glasser

are we able

we ask this as a multitude not as a series of individuals we are not one as we stand we are not to sit idly by we are too many to go unheard so we ask ourselves are we able we wish to set a stamp on this world we wish to send it somewhere better than itself we wish to fix what is here we realize then that we cannot inhabit all that is so we remain here, asking others are we able we realize that things are gradual we realize that the world moves slower than us we individually might not last long enough to do anything we might not allow for much change in our lifetime we, through generations, pass our message on so that we collectively just might pull it off so we ask our sons and daughters are we able might we be more than carbon and water, if we wish? might we use our carbon for more than methane? might we speak wisdom beyond our ability to comprehend? might we fix the broken lands? might we fix the broken people? so we ask the broken are we able we cannot hold a kings ransom we can do more than horde our items we try not to choke in the collective smog of business and politics we struggle to breathe for we know what can be done we hope others take our message we want it to grow with the children so we ask the future are we able

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new experiences fade the old no matter how vital the old might be we don't get a choice we just do new things and **** there it goes parts of you fall away bit by bit i try to remember the whole but am faced only with the half the left hand falls, the right shoulder the memory of yelling at me upstairs when i was younger of picking me up from cross country practice replaced by a hospital bed and series of tubes 54 is far too young and it wasn't even one of the plethora of plagues you endured it was a curveball from the east wedging into the brain forming a puddle of bacteria and eating away slowly who'd have thought your heart would stay intact or your liver or your lungs yet something unforeseen soon the memories will fade yet more replaced by a skeleton wearing a pitt hat with a full glass of pepsi tugging downward at the bones watching ncis, talking about fixing the porsche the jaw bones rattling, fading away again faced with the half and the prospect of the none ashes three parts body, two parts pepsi, one part ink and that part housing the memories shrinking against my will

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Apr 26, 2017

Apr 26, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC

jason-glasser

Pitt hats and pepsi

new experiences fade the old no matter how vital the old might be we don't get a choice we just do new things and **** there it goes parts of you fall away bit by bit i try to remember the whole but am faced only with the half the left hand falls, the right shoulder the memory of yelling at me upstairs when i was younger of picking me up from cross country practice replaced by a hospital bed and series of tubes 54 is far too young and it wasn't even one of the plethora of plagues you endured it was a curveball from the east wedging into the brain forming a puddle of bacteria and eating away slowly who'd have thought your heart would stay intact or your liver or your lungs yet something unforeseen soon the memories will fade yet more replaced by a skeleton wearing a pitt hat with a full glass of pepsi tugging downward at the bones watching ncis, talking about fixing the porsche the jaw bones rattling, fading away again faced with the half and the prospect of the none ashes three parts body, two parts pepsi, one part ink and that part housing the memories shrinking against my will

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