Free Running Poetry

As I promised you here is the commision poems that I wrote for the 'Barcleycard World Free Running Champonships 2008'. The last poem was published and displayed at the Championships.

Tracuer/ He Runs Free
Inspired by Urban Free Flow and Josh Dyer

He started as a set of Addidas Traceurs
Originally a Formula 1 tyre
Giving his precious soles grip
For the Tic Tac, Cat Leap and Wall Run
Strong legs cloaked by tracksuit bottoms
grey as the city concrete he explores.
A powerfull upper body covered with a
glyphed black vest, sowing sculptured muscular arms
with beads of sweat flowing down the contours.
He is a god imortalised in the mystery of free running.

He faces a wall
too wide to run around
too high to vault
he steps back
not backing away
Assesing the situation

His feet bless the flat surface
propels himself upwards,
grabs the wall like a clamp
swinging over
landing, knees bent

Scales the building
leaping rooftop to rooftop like a spider
rolls flawlessly
No strings, harnesses or special FX
Fearlessness is his only stunt double.

The city skyline is physically interesting
as the colourful graffiti that surrounds him
Unknown as the artists work that envelopes
him as he sprays himself into the surroundings.

Tanka - Lost Focus
Danger sharpens my
focus as I take a death
Defying leap. As
I land and walk onwards, my
Attention has slipped. I trip.

Tanka - Free Runners Vision
My playground is here,
banisters to vault
doorways to swing off
looks say ' Why not use the stairs
And be a normal person?'

Who Forbids me to be Free?
Inspired by Basement Jaxx - Run 4 Cover

If there was a never ending light
trailing from my back,
I would draw you a route so seemingly simple
you would lose yourself trying to fathom
why I don't take the stairs, circumvent the obstacles, or take the easy roads.
I see the world in a way you never would.
Music pulsates in my ears,
fast and furious,
urging me to
Tic Tac,
Cat Balance and Dash Vault
over railings, walls and bollards.
When the music slows,
I leap, summersault and roll,
hard to soft, high to low
My feet caress the concrete
as I pirrouette like a butterfly
creating spirals, arcs and circles.
My body - A human gyroscope.

Life is a playground,
I the child disobeying the adult within,
who forbids me to be free,
for fear of what will happen when I fall.
How else will I learn?

I move like the music that pulsates in my ear;
fast, furious
with grace and spontineity.
Life is never free from pain.