Untitled & Unfinished

I woke this morning with the start of 4 different poems fluttering around in my head. One of them is pretty complete and the others are just the first line/lyric of something I may or may not bring to fruition. I will list them for you here, please let me know what you think:

Untitled & Unfinished 1:

Though now I'm here at the only conclusion

Untitled & Unfinished 2:

And through the starkest night I've stood staring at lunar light

Untitled & Unfinished 3:

And all the time my heart beg my mind for some sort of release
Some solace
Some peace

Untitled & Unfinished 4:

I wonder how much I've let go by holding on
Obstinately,

Wonder how much I let pass by standing fast
Stubbornly,

I didn't wonder too fast if I was led down a path right for me,
Unpropitiously,

Or where that path would lead or what would be left in sight for me
Aimlessly,

Though it is no small wonder, no wonder at all, that it came to an end
Calamitously

1 & 2 are a little hammy now that they're written down, I might have 3 written on my gravestone because that is the only place it could be where it wouldn't seem trite. 4 is the more complete and yet seems unfinished, it feels like their is a narrative hidden there and I need to eek it out but I've set my self a task by beginning with a structure I can't carry on in any genuine way.

Again, comments welcome.

Fly, fly, fly a kite...

I need one of these, I want a stunt kite but more than that I want a power kite. The type