time for poetry 10: Runaway is a runway

Runaway is a runway

 

Runaway is nothing but a runway;

So I’m taking my flight today.

Not coming back tomorrow.

Life is endless and full of sorrow.

 

I feel like flying up

Through the stratosphere.

I can fly forever and a day,

As long as you are here.

So let’s run away;

Just you and I.

Spread our wings

And touch the skies.

 

Runaway is nothing but a runway;

So I’m taking my flight today.

Not coming back tomorrow.

Life is endless and full of sorrow.

 

Took flight like Icarus,

Tried to touch the sun.

Fly so high and soar so far;

Feathers fall one by one.

 

Staring at life’s parade

Slowly strolling by.

Blood covered battlefields,

The drummer boy will cry.

In our darkest hour,

With our hopes on the line.

Our friends become our enemies,

Our positions are defined.

 

What man could save us from the approaching fire?

The stork brings on death, hanged on a wire.

 

Runaway is nothing but a runway;

So I’m taking my flight today.

Not coming back tomorrow.

Life is endless and full of sorrow.

 

Through the hate and the thick and thin

I only had one prize I wanted to win.

The light that pierces the darkest of sorrow

The thing that brings me to see tomorrow

The fire that warms the icy harp.

The tape that repairs the paper heart.

 

The light of my life that shines through the false truth

That light of my life…is you.

 

Runaway is nothing but a runway;

So I’m taking my flight today.

Not coming back tomorrow.

Life is endless and full of sorrow.

 

Why fight a man who carries no sword?

Nothing but a shield and a chord.

 

The angels’ choir sings on and on.

The glockenspiel rings; the bells “DONG!”

The song that fills and warms the soul.

The food that fills the empty bowl.

The people who stand hungry and torn

Will be fulfilled like never before.

 

One man’s waste is another man’s dinner.

One man eats; a child gets thinner.

 

A candle that shines twice as bright

Will burn half as long.

The suffering who sing with all their might

Simply shorten strife’s suffering song.

 

Runaway is nothing but a runway;

So I’m taking my flight today.

Not coming back tomorrow.

Life is endless and full of sorrow.

 

When we fly we rarely think

About the lives and hopes we sink.

So high up in the air never would we care

About the pain going on down there.

A corporation controlling the huddled masses

Becomes an ant under magnifying glasses.

 

Compared to the cosmos we are but mere dots.

Connecting and drawing lines to conclusive plots.

 

A churches spire is a dick

That rapes the sinners and saints.

Lack of equality makes me sick

Treating race like primer and paints.

 

Sounds to the deaf are colors to the blind.

Pop culture music and art, nothing but putrid slime.

 

A sight of disgust to men robbed of sight

Is like the best sight of their life.

A musical not like the banshees cry

Would bring tears to a deaf man’s eyes.

If the blind and deaf could dream like you and me,

Could they follow the notes and see all the trees?

 

To men without principle, life is a conquest.

To those who struggle; its cardiac arrest.

 

Runaway is nothing but a runway;

So I’m taking my flight today.

Not coming back tomorrow.

Life is endless and full of sorrow.

 

Planes, plains, and parallel planes

Flying over grassy fields and deserted wastelands,

Veins, vain, and bleeding veins.

Piles of gold, impossibilities, and blood soaked sands.

 

A wrecking ball inside a kind man’s soul.

A board cut in half, two halves make a whole.

 

A breach in our hull; there will not be.

Destiny is calling for you from me.

Together we stand, defying all the odds.

Break down walls and destroy the gods.

Runaway is nothing but a runway

I’m getting off my plane today.

 

Runaway is but an endless runway.

One I’m not ready to take this day.

 

I’m on my way home;

Coming your way.

I’m coming back.

And I’m here to stay.