Sonnettics

The spirits at Bull Run seem glad to see
Our pack of Fat-ass runners on their trails
We know the Blues and Grays of history
Who punctuate this land with solemn tales
Our Fat-ass run may start our day with pain
And yet, our pain is filled with vibrant joy
The spirits know they didn’t die in vain
Their memory is power we employ
They lived and fought and died that we might run
That all might run, regardless of their skin
And though our race is over, we’ve begun
To show the world that everyone can win!
The spirits of the Fat-ass runners stay
At Bull Run, with the spirits, Blue and Gray.

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The leaves at Leesylvania mark the trails
Like decoupage that changes as we walk
Through forests where the art of life prevails
As leaves decay in unison, en bloc
Some leaves don’t ever want to leave their tree
They only see the winter, not the spring
I wish they knew what life their fall would be
And then, perhaps, they’d know their song, and sing
Potomac tides persist as forests grow
And though their leaves may wash into the sea
One day their water will return and flow
Through roots and trunks like now, eternally
While leaves at Leesylvania lay like art
They mark the paths eternity will start.

Descartes believed he was because he thought
I wonder if he thought because he was
My TBI occurred and I forgot
To blame my brain for thinking like it does
Like bringing thoughts of old René to mind
I think, therefore Descartes must think I am
But if I’m not, René will come to find
A flood of thoughts that burst his little dam!
I have a TBI, therefore I am
Philosophy’s a love that’s gone to waste
Epistemology is just a dram
Of medicine we take in thoughtful haste
But since I took my time with what I knew
“I feel, therefore I am,” is much more true.