BigDaddy_GFS
09-18-2005, 09:56 AM
I don't consider myself a poet. I'm a writer of fiction, and have always struggled with lyrical prose. But here is my first attempt, anyway.
Runner
Rushing the line, drum in my chest....
A voice in the shadows cries ‘You don’t deserve this!’
Racing the clock, sun in my eyes...
That voice in the shadows cries ‘You didn’t earn this!’
Rushing the line, gunning for gold....
Life taught me fortune favors the bold.
Sitting high in their towers, always grading me,
And rating me low.
They spit their words so venomous.
From their places of power, always hating me,
Degrading me so.
Screaming so loud “You didn’t earn this!”
Their mantras, so vile, thunder and rattle
In my head like gunshots on the field of battle.
Echo in my head ‘Maybe you should end this!’
Hammer in my chest, I dash forward breathless,
With raised fists, I shout “You think I didn’t earn this?’
With raised fists, I shout ‘Well, you’d better learn this!’
Mile after tortured mile, like a slave from his master, .
Mile after bloody mile, running harder and faster,
The end now in sight, “Hell, yes! I earned this!!”
Nearing that golden light. “Hell yes! I deserve this!”
Fighting for scraps, with claw and with tooth,
Dodgiing the lies, writing my own truth.
Rated and graded, and berated forever.
It explodes from my mouth. “It’s now, or it’s never!”
Darkness is the haven of choice for those
Of broken spirit.
Heartless, without a voice, are those
Who dare not risk it.
A bitter struggle, life is, without guarantee,
A hard-fought battle, to fight and to flee.
Defeat is not a choice,
So long as I have a voice,
As long as blood pumps through my frame.
Though they scheme to hate me,
And conspire to fate me
To wear that saddle of toxic shame,
I’ll claw and I’ll scratch till the sea runs dry
To spite and defeat them, is the reason why
I’ll never give up, even with my last breath.
I’ll never let up, if it means my own death.
They just don’t get it. “Hell yes! I deserve this!”
Can’t they see, I’m in this to win this?
Can’t they believe I’m going to beat this?
From day number one I’ve been learning
To make my own mark, as the world is turning
Around me at a breakneck pace, till I’m virtually burning.
Drivng and striving to make my own mark,
And spite those haters hding in the dark,
Where they’re safe and sound in their minds so feeble.
To me, though, cowardice smells a lot like evil.
It’s my life and my race, to win or to lose,
It’s my fate, and I’m the sole one to choose.
Regardless of slings, in spite of the arrows
That sting me and pierce me full of unwanted woes.
Badges of honor are those scars I wear,
A hard-won burden I’m destined to bear.
I think back to those days, and years,
With blood and sweat, and uncounted tears.
With the line closing fast, drawing ever so near,
I pledge with my last words, for all to hear.
“Hell yes, I earned this!”
“Hell yes, I deserve this!”
After bleeding and sweating,
But never regretting
The things I’ve said and done,
Despite stinging words spoken,
Despite promises broken
I’ve earned my place in the sun.
It’s my race,
It’s my fate,
And that is why I run.
Runner
Rushing the line, drum in my chest....
A voice in the shadows cries ‘You don’t deserve this!’
Racing the clock, sun in my eyes...
That voice in the shadows cries ‘You didn’t earn this!’
Rushing the line, gunning for gold....
Life taught me fortune favors the bold.
Sitting high in their towers, always grading me,
And rating me low.
They spit their words so venomous.
From their places of power, always hating me,
Degrading me so.
Screaming so loud “You didn’t earn this!”
Their mantras, so vile, thunder and rattle
In my head like gunshots on the field of battle.
Echo in my head ‘Maybe you should end this!’
Hammer in my chest, I dash forward breathless,
With raised fists, I shout “You think I didn’t earn this?’
With raised fists, I shout ‘Well, you’d better learn this!’
Mile after tortured mile, like a slave from his master, .
Mile after bloody mile, running harder and faster,
The end now in sight, “Hell, yes! I earned this!!”
Nearing that golden light. “Hell yes! I deserve this!”
Fighting for scraps, with claw and with tooth,
Dodgiing the lies, writing my own truth.
Rated and graded, and berated forever.
It explodes from my mouth. “It’s now, or it’s never!”
Darkness is the haven of choice for those
Of broken spirit.
Heartless, without a voice, are those
Who dare not risk it.
A bitter struggle, life is, without guarantee,
A hard-fought battle, to fight and to flee.
Defeat is not a choice,
So long as I have a voice,
As long as blood pumps through my frame.
Though they scheme to hate me,
And conspire to fate me
To wear that saddle of toxic shame,
I’ll claw and I’ll scratch till the sea runs dry
To spite and defeat them, is the reason why
I’ll never give up, even with my last breath.
I’ll never let up, if it means my own death.
They just don’t get it. “Hell yes! I deserve this!”
Can’t they see, I’m in this to win this?
Can’t they believe I’m going to beat this?
From day number one I’ve been learning
To make my own mark, as the world is turning
Around me at a breakneck pace, till I’m virtually burning.
Drivng and striving to make my own mark,
And spite those haters hding in the dark,
Where they’re safe and sound in their minds so feeble.
To me, though, cowardice smells a lot like evil.
It’s my life and my race, to win or to lose,
It’s my fate, and I’m the sole one to choose.
Regardless of slings, in spite of the arrows
That sting me and pierce me full of unwanted woes.
Badges of honor are those scars I wear,
A hard-won burden I’m destined to bear.
I think back to those days, and years,
With blood and sweat, and uncounted tears.
With the line closing fast, drawing ever so near,
I pledge with my last words, for all to hear.
“Hell yes, I earned this!”
“Hell yes, I deserve this!”
After bleeding and sweating,
But never regretting
The things I’ve said and done,
Despite stinging words spoken,
Despite promises broken
I’ve earned my place in the sun.
It’s my race,
It’s my fate,
And that is why I run.