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Blessed Regalia
Middle Earth    "If all you can do is kill, then slay disaster before it strikes. . "
Sonoma, California    I write poetry because it gives me time to get out of my head, where I can be really critical, and into a wrestling match …
Regal Pinion
It's pretty relative.    It was suggested to Regal Pinion that he write this bio in third person to avoid looking unprofessional. But decided at last minute to make …

Poems

Philomena Feb 2020
The weak breeze whispers nothing
The water screams sublime
His feet shift, teeter-totter
Deep breath, stand back, it’s time

Toes untouch the overpass
Soon he’s water bound
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
The view from halfway down

A little wind, a summer sun
A river rich and regal
A flood of fond endorphins
Brings a calm that knows no equal

You’re flying now
You see things much more clear than from the ground
It’s all okay, it would be
Were you not now halfway down

Thrash to break from gravity
What now could slow the drop
All I’d give for toes to touch
The safety back at top

But this is it, the deed is done
Silence drowns the sound
Before I leaped I should’ve seen
The view from halfway down

I really should’ve thought about
The view from halfway down
I wish I could’ve known about
The view from halfway down
From Bojack Horseman
Well I've done many bad and many a good
I've seen the kingsmen stand around the throne
Thrown to his feet at my own retreat
Did King James do just for the Kings James sake
Fate brought me here for I spared the rod
Frankly I cared less than to let his dead body rot
But the smell of his corpse corroded my nose
Neglected his body it sat for weeks
So King James had called me to him so I may speak..
Told him a lie, a Lier I may be
But that only allowed him to use his Regal Authority

Now it looks like I'm on the regal run
Yes it seems I've deemed myself wrong
Gone from England, now under the gun
For I am on the "Regal Run"
Running from the law