The amazing graces
Of earths eternal sunshine
Even on rainy days
The lovers in nature
Embrace
Knowing it’s destiny
What else has ever been?
To stare the flower in the eye
Steal from it it’s lifeline
Carry forth the lit torch
Onward, in beauty to be reborn
Embrace
Knowing it’s destiny
Has it stumbled at any step?
(and then we stumble forth)
Into the daylight
Away from sleep
The world is open
Embrace
Knowing it’s destiny
The bee lazily searches
For it’s one true match
Some days I can memorize the stars that look upon me
[Laying naked in the grass; I let it bleed]
Souls reach out from bloated heights
[I cry alone and let the moonlight carry my sin]
Deeper and deeper into the melted horizon
Slowly crawling its weary arc
Further and further into tomorrows dreams
[It is now I rise awake]
Galloping faster into the future
To return another day, in different form
A different place we both shall align from
I’ll be seeing you again
With panthers and snakes
Wildly collapsing concepts of hope
Against the backdrop of humanity
And blasphemy
Blasphemy blows down the doors of occupation
Ringing from the lonesome dove
And comforting as holy mothers do
Forever dew drips lonely from the tree
Grasping at obstructed blades of sunshine
Soon the warmth will be all over me
The cool coyote called
Late that night
As it made its way
Along the crest of the horizon
Scarcely lit by the large moon
Making its slow arched escape
Into another day
Alone the tree stood
Frozen in the season
Along the crest of the horizon
Calling out to the edge
Its cousins long gone to the chain
But a distant memory still remains
Never again, the stumps burned away
Crashing through gates
And countless fields
The pigeons and cows
Spread wide for desires
Scavenging wildly
Through cracks and shoots
Looking for sustenance
Like never before
And in one quick moment
The magic begins
A luck of the draw
With skilled inference
Perhaps a quick check
About the horizon
For oncoming danger
Lurking beyond
Satisfaction is impossible
The pursuit is relentless
Tomorrow will go on
Just as today has fared here
It starts with a clip
Then follows by a push
Along the ridge
We traverse the face
Finding speed in
Little jumps for gravity
And then
When all seems to far and gone
When all boundaries have been crossed
The drop
Fresh powder filled turns
Eating up my presence
My full being enveloped in each turn
Swooping, whooping, and cruising
Until the trees are reached
Then, a galloping piece of radical history
Works it’s way through tight corners
Finding around blind trees
Little pockets of untouched glory
This never gets old
This will never end
This is the search that life is for
From far beneath the timbre line
I start the journey up
Up up along the line
I weave on through the trees
Soon the wind
Howling so loud
Beats my face with fury
And all at once
I jump the ship
And battle my way down the hill
With instant action
I barrel forward
Into the white unknown
Every corner
And Every wind trap
Sends me flying into the air
But the beauty of flight
In such conditions
Is every landing is padded with snow!
Below your needs and wishes and desires
Sneaks a long legged bastard with evil desires
Screaming the devil and riding with bulls
Our roaming handles ride out in style
Along the gravel roads
Wisdom pulls at the rocks
Polluting the desire wheels
And holding onto the plan
Don’t let the train run through these hills
Clogging the damned marshes to bulldozed highrises
As far as we’ve planned and disregarded omens
They aren’t going hiding, our wisdom within
Please let the elders speak feelings freely
Hold onto the deep thoughts from within
Random encounters that plant a seed
Life seed that joins all nature as one
The consumption clogs the hallways
Deep within the darkest corners of the buying stations
Slopes of plastics enters the sea
Free our trees and hold our hands
Lets make a change for a better land
Arousal of the senses
Clean off the health chips
Make the change to freedom abroad
Cool your showers off in spite the greed
And lean your weight in
Lets make this a plan and hold all debits
Clear the mind of deathly consumption bug
Leave your hands swollen with pride
This journey has been tortured and turned with the omnipresent glare of the eagle
The desires of conquest have been hindered by the scorn of angels
The love has never been spared by cupid, nor by a hungry lover’s eyes
Yet the gears still turn, the ride still rolls
This ascent has been beaten with brutality of breath
Baited with the promise of one pure and descending glance towards the worlds we’ve passed through
A view from the heavens, a wonderfully epic moment of hysteria
As the clouds below part and clarity is felt like the needle sinking in
Mother, won’t you cry with me, die with me
As the young ladies last romance curled its gnarly fingers around the seeping demise
Withered air collapsing into the cruel hands of zero gravity
Mother, won’t you cry with me? Die with me.