right, so today i completed my 18th london marathon finished in 3.28hrs which is pretty cool considering my personal situation - but hey y'know that's the thing - that despite what's going on in our own lives we should never forget about others - i personally ran to raise for aids awareness but for all of you out there today that took part and for whatever cause you were choosing to support - i real just wanna say well done guys near on 40,000 participants ran today (some still running - walking - crawling) - my belief that there are still good people out there, away from computers, remains intact xxxxx
yeah so anyway time now i guess to kick back and suffer the agony that is nal v chelsea (can i please just run 26 miles again it's less painful lol) - you'd think as a gunner i'd be used to it by now - always the bridesmaid never the bride haha - what happened to the glory days of nal? and c'mon guys before you answer that it was kinda hypothetical and wishful thinking
johnny xxxxx
edit - lmao at nal - should say a*rsenal - it's a football team marapets staff! ah man *shakes head*
a tale of no beginning because where does life begin? does it begin with the spring time daffodil or begin with the winter snow? does it begin with the summer daisies or begin with the autumn fall? we're born to life - as we are to death so much to give - so much to see and do and yet in life the seasons pass by and by can we hold our heads high and say we did the right thing? in life, that's only a question our own hearts can answer.
the scrapes in the playground and the ignorant stares just told you one thing that nobody cares
you bury your head and keep walking for miles you know what they said yet they're still full of smiles
the adulthood beatings and the bad-timing meetings just because you don't look the part can be criminal, damaging you're left lying and bleeding stabbed with a knife in your heart
but back to my tree now and the seasons of life you people like rhyming but i'm done
my tale with no beginning comes to an end but where does life end? does it end with the spring time daffodil or end with the winter snow? does it end with the summer daisies or end with the autumn fall? we're born to death as we are to life so much to have given - but so much not done and yet in death the seasons pass by and by can we hold our heads high and say we did the right thing? in death, that's only a question we can take with us.
illusive shadows in a darkened corner flickering lights of a mindless mind, the advice in a whisper under the cloud of a fool, quiet words of persuasion confused by it all.
inquisitive chanting with hands held firm unspoken answers of a voiceless voice, pretence and compassion veiled in a mist the silence of solitude echoed, volume of multiple thoughts increased confused by it all.
clambering of bodies pushing forward chilling the flow of bloodless blood, lies and passion hidden in screams of denial the emptiness of a confused mind beckons, is this life or death or just inanimate people? confused by it all.
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copyright of this poem has been registered to myself so please do not copy and post onto random blogs - big thanks as always - johnny x