Long Shadow Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

Bare Knuckle Balance
Shards Of Glass Scatter
Upon A Tight Rope
The Marrow Of Need
Cut Upon Pressure
Of Contact With Bare Feet
A Foot Turned Into Miles
As Feet Turns Into Days
As A Mile Turns In Upon
An Interesting Turn Of Phrase
In A Crossroad Toward Heaven
What Was Chosen Was A Mistake
What Forever Is In The Past
A Postcard To The Pain

Lost Into Translate
Toward The Yesteryears
Two Tickets To Eternity
As I Was And Won't Ever Be
The Player In These Games
I Look Upon Another
As An Equal Playing Field
When What's Level To The Horizon
To See You All In Peace
Always In My Mind
Forever In My Mind
Heaven Mirrors The Mental
As My Mental Affects The Heal
Physical Crossroad Of A Loss
To Clarify Me Mental
Still In Retrograde
A Pocketful Of Voice
Forgive My Disgrace

A Stitch In Time Mends
The Universal Goodwill
When Goodwill Is For All Good
It Never Causes Pain
Pain Is In Being Misread
A Life Misunderstood
Where My Intent Was Never Played
Instead It Was My Mind
Where I Wasn't Ever Playing
Through Noise That Deafens On
Under Gun Fire Chaos
A Dodge Of Barbed Artillery
Shards To Bite The Bullet Hard
Mirror Cracked Pressure
Formed Of Brittle Sand
An Interpretation Still In Play
Comunication Withdrawl
A Postcard To The Dream
A Crossroad For Us All