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 Jan 2017 William A Poppen
martin
We all do time in the sweat box
At some point in our lives
The desperate, desperate sweat box
Where we're crucified

It's part of living, part of life
A right of passage, must be done
If you've not been in the sweat box
You've got it still to come
It took years
I knew every bump and crack
In rain , fog , night or day
I ran to be running away

Found my second wind
air rthmically
going out , going in
mile after mile
constant as the waters
of the Nile

Later
while I was sitting
in my den
A wondrous feeling came over me
A high that elevates . . .
one that no drug can reach
I used to jog miles everyday and there many benefits to be gained from it . One was a joggers high , a physical high that cannot be touched by any other source .
I am empty and I am full
The Universe pouring
out and back
Into itself
In this New Year headed our way
I pray that I follow God's path
I will not let this world lead me astray

No matter the politics
Health issues or pain
I will surpass
Consider all suffering gain

I pray for healing
For all the world to see
His Spirit is with us always
Our guiding light He will forever be~AMEN
°•wkr•°
HAPPY NEW YEAR WORLD
ESPECIALLY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO THE POETS HERE AT HELLO POETRY, YOU ALL MAKE MY LIFE COMPLETE ❤
And the drunken fair skinned girls
May as well have arrived on ships
With absinthe and fireworks
because I can't remember the last Time
Christmas came early.
Only in the season of Solace
December descends
written at a bar in Providence, RI with the influence of lsd
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