Running free but out of steam,
this leg pumps bubbled blood.
Seen tripping over dreams
at the foot of the bed
, twitching under seams
onto another troubled sole,
it beats.
Give it one more double roll;
kick away the angry weight
, beneath twisted, twirling sheets,
into a sore and surly fate
of surely getting
beat.
… Restless, I’ll toss another tussle
with a writhing, wrestling muscle
, because it leaves me feeling
nothing less than beat.
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To be immortalized is every mortal’s wish.
For only this do some of them exist:
To hear their peers merely say their name
In recognition of their “hard-earned” fame.
-A mortal lives for forever.
Likewise, to be alive is any ghost’s desire,
If it oddly grows depressed or tired
Of eternal sleep or peaceful rest
And so decides living is the best.
-A ghost lives a spirited life.
Yet, to live and die is the lot in life of adventurers,
Who ever savor the world for all its treasures.
Thus, only this lively lot will know the candid agony
Of an unknown end at the callous hands of irony…
-Adventures are lived in the moment.
After we overturn every heavy rock
And unearth each secret that we sought,
We will toil in the soil until there we will lie;
An absolute adventurer must absolutely die.
-No stone is left unturned until at last, a gravestone.
In life I feel
"The old red light treatment, eh? Well, I'm no greenhorn when it comes to the waiting game so I'll sit here until you prove that you're no yellowbelly by showing me your true colors!"
I realized this is NOT a sign about a doctor who lives by the river. He/she just works there. Probably in order to poison the water supply and then make a sneaky profit by selling and administering the antidote later to those who were poisoned. What a clever river doctor!
