So this week I have collaborated with Jim, The Running Son in my first ever attempt at a ‘poetry’ battle, poem collaboration!
Don’t forget to vote at the end!
Let’s find out a little more about Jim. The drum roll please…..
1. So what is your name and where are you from?
Call me Jim. Or “TheRunningSon”. I’m from the California desert, Joshua Tree to be precise. It’s beautiful and right next to the Joshua Tree National Park.
2. Why did you start blogging?
I forget. It’s been a long 4 months. The more interesting question is, why do I continue? To participate in poetry events and meet people, like I am now with you. 😉
3. What is your blog primarily focused on?
Whew. Ummmm it’s a… OK. Its a blog on Spirituality, but now it’s a poetry/art/Jim’s spiritual musings kind of thing. Subject to wild change at a given notice. Oh Yeah.
4. If you could have a super power or a spirit animal what would it be and why?
EASY! Power would be to get one wish granted. It’s a power right? With that one wish I’d ask for seven billion more wishes and I’d give each of you one. Then my spirit animal, a cheetah, would deliver them to you all as fast as anything God made. That’s my superpower.
Sure, that’s a power, like any other
5. If we’re sitting here in a year from now discussing your success what did you achieve?
In all seriousness, I can’t even answer that. I had Ideas, but I’m just now scrapping them for new crazy ones. Hehe. Next question.
*dodging already I see?*
6. What do you believe happens to us after we die?
Oh jeez. Two stumpers in a row. I have a million opinions about what shoud happen to us NOW in this life and how to do it right. Or better. I leave heaven and multiple lives and that question to people who have been there. And they ain’t talking to me. (you dodged that question, Jim…)
7. What things do you not like to do?
Fight. Not fight when I should. Not love and not participate in life.
Oh, and I dont like to eat vegetables. Except Asparagus and Artichokes. Mmmmmm.
8. What are your best qualities?
omg. I’m trying to man up and answer that like I’m not some ego-inflated balloon-head.
I want to love. Another. People. My parents and friends, a woman. God or mother earth or whatever.
Another good quality is knowing when not to get heavy. So I’ll balloon up, keep it light and say, “I’m just a chill guy!”.
*you sound like an ego-inflated balloon-head* 😀
9. If there was one this that you want people to know about you, what is that one thing?
My heart is a different size from yours. Really. Remove them and compare the organs side by side on the table. No two will be exactly the same.
But they all pump blood exactly alike. So, wasssup! I’m a blood-pumper, just like you!
10. If your life were a motion picture what would the title be and why?
“Dances with hell-hounds: journey of a guerrilla-spiritual and newly teething, neolithic pleading indigo-child-water-mystic taking a mind-bath.”
And I dunno why. Rolls off the tongue easy I guess.
What? I can call my movie whateeeeeever I want. What, no more questions, my Canadian Poet-Goddess?
Nope, that’s all for now Jim! Thank you for
putting up with *dodging* my questions.
So now onto the moment you’ve all been waiting for!
I loved this. It was so fun.
We emailed back and forth, verse to verse, not changing or editing what was written. 10 verses each in the versus, let’s begin.
You know, I think I finally saw the light, like a glow.
I saw my soul reflected bright in the window
of your eyes, a glint of surprise watching me fight
to loosen this rope, throat closed and cable-tight..
Cable tight will bind you
blind you from seeing the truth
a reflection you sought to see
reflected in my eyes,
like a mirror through me
Bind me? It’s a binder,
a soul finder, full
of color reminders
and holographs of times
that weren’t mine, but mine and hers
binders bound tightly
rightly justified, colorful reminders,
a holograph of when I found you
bound by a love that wasn’t mine,
yours and hers
Then I release you. Just if I
find lines like yours,
so peaceful, I may color them in,
lovely, bound forays into Canadian
elegance from California intelligence
The word-painter is in!
Canadian elegance and intelligence
California dreaming, make believing
I can’t paint but I can use a brush
Paint circles around you
A lyrical rush
Lush this!, in fact… LUSH you!
yellow? this bus ain’t made for two.
I’ll throw you under it, you be like
“Heeeeyyyy, I’ll clap you thunderous–
You be like “oooooooooooooooooH”…
I’m having fun with us, I be like “hahahaha”
All ohhh and hahaha but here’s something for you…
I’ve never heard of a bus not made for two
Or three or four, or more
Reminds me of thing one, thing two and
Children’s nursery Rhyme time I see
Under the bus now, you, not me
Heres the worlds smallest violin playing.
Hope Canadian-girl gets what I’m saying.
Cuz your bus just busted in two,
and I saw you pop through complaining
so drop the popsickle, dont be jaded,
before I grab a chair and do some Lion-taming
WHO’S THE LION?
Ameri-can? I’d say more like Ameri-can’t
Trying so hard I hear you pant, you must be the lion
A carousel of un-sensed tongue tying
Your smallest of violins, crying
So about that rope tightly tying…
Umm, yeah the rope. Around my neck?
Heck, some dope put it there,
it’s not mine, I swear. Americans
don’t care, but you funny Canadiauuuuuns
talk weird… and are all rope-smugglers..
Except for you, my tongue-tying governess…
No, not rope smugglers or dope smugglers
We are nature huggers,
with open arms and open hearts.
Maybe, just maybe I’ll forgive your ‘smart assy’ art.
Nature. I love her. and people… word!
And smarty-pants artist? The Earth
is full of us. You’re one, so hurt
me with rhyme, go ahead! hurdling
words, yours against mine, turning
water-words into poet-wine,
in metered time, and without all this whining!
Oh Hurdling and track!
my favorite sport
I was just training
while you were complaining,
Leaping over mouth ryhming smack
Maybe at the end you’ll get a plaque
To beat my metered line
in metered time,
Would you like some wine at the finish line?
Ooooo you, you’re bush-leaguing me now. Ouch.
Is SiCmystiC afraid? 10 lines? Oh Please child.
I could do this all day. Make SiCmytiC
my permanent poem-y name, and polish plaques
with it, and with you Canadian-girl, acting
like you have a chance of winning, sparring
with word-smith-y swords made of rubber and
bouncy rhyming. You’ll never beat SicMystiC
with that cartoon-y Canadian timing. There,
said my name three times. Now, for words?
you better start mining.
Now listen here Mr, not to the Mrs.
Mining? It’s like rhyming
I have perfect timing.
Rubbery bouncy rhyme
Another favorite game of mine
I play games like the best of gamers,
like hall of famers
I’ll find gold, I’ll polish it bright
You can’t out shine my dullest of light
But keep trying you just might…
I feel like I’ve been hurdled. Like Red-Rover.
Like the Ca-nadian poet-Goddess took over.
Damn. I’m tracked over. Tredded. No Gold-medal
Hall-a-famer or even his trainer will help me get-it.
But wait. CA-lifornia boy got an idea…a date
with destiny, and you ain’t heard the best of me.
I am predestined and blessed by god, tested
and 21-point inspected and selectively ready
to syntax you, CA-nadian or not!
Syntax or constituents..
You might want to flip through it..
Are we not all predestined to be?
You and him and her and me?
Even thing one, two and three?
We all have a fate you see…
Fate is having a Canadian Poet Goddess
punking me, publicly, with baby-tales, and word-nails.
slapping me into dazed looks like she’s My pre-destiny!
My life-book with no poetic name for me.
I’m hooked. I’m hammered. You hammer me
with your craaazy rhymes and syntax.
I’m screwed. Thru. Axed…please spare me…
I think the sun has gotten to your head
It’s time to put the Son to bed.
I think it’s time for you to rest
You can sleep knowing you gave it your best
But as you take off your hat to hook it on the nail
Take it off to you,
Your life book is a best seller,
Already burning a trail
In your hot California desert.
Thank you all for taking the time to get to know Jim, The Running Son. And thank you for taking the time to read our poetry battle, poem collaboration! Don’t forget to vote!
And a big thank you to Jim. This was a lot of fun Jim, thank you for participating.
Show Jim some love and support:Please check out his blog http://runningfather.wordpress.com/
Now for the voting. Please decide who wins this battle. I will reveal the result on next weeks Pay Day!
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