Run till you feel your heart start to beat
Run till it beats to the rythm of your feet
Run till you feel you pulse in your ears
Run till you've run past all of your fears
Run run run till your mind starts to soar
Run till you can't run anymore


Run till you feel the sun on your skin
Run to the furthest you've ever been
Run till you feel your limbs start to burn
Run to the prize you've been trying to earn
Run run run till your inhibitions fall
Run till you can't run anymore


Run till you feel your tears start to dry
Run till you feel you can reach the sky
Run when you feel like you don't have a chance
Run for the times that you gave up your plans
Run run run  feel it deep in your core
Run till you can't run anymore

Run till you feel your sweat start to drip
Run when you feel you're losing your grip
Run till you don't feel so lost and alone
Run till you feel the power in your bones
Run run run till you know for sure.
Run till you can't run anymore.


Run with the ones who've been there from the start
Run for the dreams that live in your heart
Run till you've past all the negative ones
Run from the words "it can never be done"
Run run run, far from where you've been before
Run for the ones who can't run anymore

Runnin' away the voices in my head
Skipping through the wrinkles on this hard bed
Jumping through hoops of the 'left unsaid'
Tuck, roll, and-and run-n-n-n-n

Far away from the gaze of your unrest
Try-hard tried hard to match your best
Chased out like a King in chess
Shakin' off and runnin'

Run, Run, Run, Run
I meant no disrespect...
Would you run, run?
From feeling the kiss of reject?

(Run on. Run on. Run on. Run on.)

Runnin' away from the theories in my head
Skipping through my mind, it's on bend
Jumping through the words of what was said
Tuck, roll, and run-n-n-n-n

Far away; is your gaze that-of unrest?
Try-hard; did we try our best best?
Chased out-of mind, you in that dress
Shakin' off and runnin'

Run, Run, Run, Run
I meant no disrespect...
Would you run, run?
After your kiss I reject?
Run, Run, Run, Run
I couldn't tell what you meant
Would you run, run?
I wasn't ready for the rules that can't be said

(Run on. Run on. Run on. Run on.)

Run up the tall-ey in my...
Skipping through my mind, it's on bend
Jumping through the words of what was said
Tuck, roll, and run-n-n-n-n

Far away; is my gaze still that of unrest
Try-hard; did we try our best best?
Chased out-of mind when I saw that dress
Shakin' off and runnin'

Far away; is our gaze that of unrest
Try-hard; didn't we try our best best?
Chased out-of-mind, taking off that dress
Shakin' off and runnin'

Run up the tall-ey in my head
Skipping through my mind, it's on bend
Jumping through what your body had said
Tuck, roll, and run-n-n-n-n

Another weary December's coming
And I hate the cold
I really thought you'd remember, darling
But it seems you've left me alone.

In the morning my heart's aching
For a gentle soul
I remember your blue eyes
They always made me feel whole.

You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me-

Run away, run and leave me cold
Run away, run and leave me old
Run away, darling, run to yesterday
Run away, pretend I had a say

The nighttime bruises black and blue and
The light is bleak at sunrise
And the roses I named for you have
Withered on their vines.

I leave you flowers on the sidewalk
I speak your name to the stars
Can't seem to tether up my wild heart
Even when it leaves scars.

You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me-

Run away, run and leave me cold
Run away, run and leave me sold
Run away, run there's no escape
Run away, for the hearts you break
Run
Run
Run and leave me cold
Run
Run
Run, keep your control
Run
Run
Run, there's nothing left
Run
Run
Run, I should have guessed...

You'd leave me cold
You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me
Cold.

for AR and Maria, oh heck,
for The Crew

A dog ear is a phrase that refers to the folded down corner of a book page, a dog ear can serve as a bookmark.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_ears


~~~~~~
we fold a page corner down,
here we pause in this poetry book,
for now, a marker of incompletion,
or not

a passage, a phrase,
whole stands on its own,
but today crew,
slated for an exit,
a return-to-someday,
but aside, aside, discarded till...

all on that day
run to the mountain,
the mountain wont hide you
run to the sea,
the sea will not have you
and run to your grave,
your grave will not hold you
all on that day

so I, sinnerman,
injured my book,
I hurt that page
disgraced, act of disgraceful,
but

I am injured
and don't have no cares

but come the day of
return
the day I hope to must to believe in,
twice as much,
all on that day,
when the sea,
the mountains,
and the risen dead,
have me back,
to my proper place

even though
will be dog tired,
to that dog-eared page,
in that worn old notebook
return,
pick up
my sticks,
my pens,
that have no erasers,
start again

just where I know,
just when I don't,
but this why I know,
but to that dog-eared return,
the page where
I died,
I shall return,
all on that day

~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?

Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?

Run to the moon, "Moon, won't you hide me?"
Run to the sea, "Sea, won't you hide me?"
Run to the sun, "Sun, won't you hide me all on that day?"

Lord said, "Sinner man, moon'll be a bleeding"
Lord said, "Sinner man, sea'll be a sinking"
Lord said, "Sinner man, sun'll be a freezing all on that day"

Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?

Run to the Lord, "Lord, won't You hide me?"
Run to the Lord, "Lord, won't You hide me?"
Run, run, "Lord, won't You hide me all on that day?"

Lord said, "Sinner man, you should've been a praying"
Lord said, "Sinner man, should've been a praying"
Lord said, "Sinner man, should've been a praying all on that day"

Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?

Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4h55nVbt4c

Run Rhino Run
Let your thundering stomp
reverberate among the mountains
Echoing your heartbeat
like an angry African drum

Run, run far from the plunder
Or perish and be torn asunder
Run-run,
far from the stone hearted men with their rifles and guns.
Run. Run, runaway, run-away far,
Across the Savannah,
beyond the furthest peaks and crags
Beyond the far-flung
valleys and the hills

Far from the stench of money
Away from human sins and ills
They daily come to plague you,
ache you, hunt you, haunt you,
taunt you, daunt you,
Run Run away, surely you want to



Far far, run from those whose deeply frozen hearts
Measure your value only in your body parts,
And in their gain
subsisting in your pain,
They know not that they
sell themselves,
their souls are sold,
Only For your horn. more prized than gold.

Run, Rhino Run! !
Flee far away,
Run far beyond the furthest hills.
There are greener fields in which to play,
Run to where no human greed, can ever leave you so
to die alone
And slowly bleed,

Run to where your calf can roam,
Far from any human home
Run to where humanUNkind
Is the furthest from your mind.

Run run far, fly, flee, far
From this world,

Run, far away, far from these greedy men,

Fly to the stars, to the immortal realm from whence
Your timeless spirit came,
And never-ever look back again

Mark Hurlin Shelton       Lake Malawi 2013.

run home
run home
butterfly;
run run
fly fly fly

there’s rain and hail
and the wind blows wild;
what are you doing
flitting idly by?

run home
run home
butterfly;
run run
fly fly fly

duck for cover
excuse the expression;
hide under a tree
or go sleep under the leaves;
have you no sense
of impeding danger?

Oh run home
run home
butterfly;
run run
fly fly fly

the wind blows hard
and you’re being blown around;
what happens if
a tiny hail stone
swings a hole in a wing?
or worse,
oh fragile beauty,
I don’t want to be here to see
a hail stone the size of a child’s fist
land smack on your gentle head

so run home
run home
you silly
playful butterfly;
run run run
fly fly fly