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storms
its raining its storming
its tonight is the night
i envy the mountains in their freedom
their beauty their solitude their companionship
their steadfastness and strong standing with eachother
never moving never drifting by the side
valleys running between echoing their silent desires
snow-capped ridges cutting their way across the sky
only the weather can change their faces and the forces of the earth scar their sides
by their fur-clad shoulders i will sleep into the night
dreaming of still blue water
and the sound of the moon's gravitational pull
lapping at the edge of our boat
drawing me into sleep once again

july
its the first of winter snow what you see outside falling in the silent night
among the pine trees is pure. there's nothing like it in the world, it falls
silently and with a sprinkle of icing sugar hardly heard. its the winter you
wanted for your birthday, white streets & houses and the mountains with
their powder dunas fresh for us to ride on. i'm lost in these apparent
inconsistencies of life. i find myself here among the mountains again, what will
i do this time will i make it to where i want to go or will i just let the ride take
me wherever it will.
perfect control you'll never have, you ride on the insistent butterfly-effect,
mixing feelings and lives in with other people's. you travel the open road,
walked and joined by others but somehow in the throw of things you are
always the only one to walk out the other side, dreaming away finding the new
path you're sure you're the only one to have ever found, but you are one life
among many and will see that no matter how much time goes by, you'll still be
you. revel in that fact. be free to be yourself and search for what truly makes
you happy.
dont stop here she cried, i'm riding and i can't see where i'm going but
somehow i know that i'm going to land just fine, spin the board, sink in the
perfect toe side edge to ride away with. sleep and you shall dream
dream and you shall be free up that hill tomorrow.

untitled
there's fragments hiding in time
little segments of memory that behold the future
you see when you dream the tiniest of things that you remember when you wake
then later you find the fragments are reality
in a way that there was no way of knowing
only the perception of a future time creeping into your head while you slept
as the winter began to fade the sun would bring this new glimmer of happiness hiding shame
like a powder run to nowhere and you have to hike out but it all being worth
completely while in the end
do that run again
click my binding in one more time
and point it straight to the powder drift below
its fresh, its for me, and i am the first to ride there


no direction
as the nights outside get colder and quieter
the autumn looms to winter frost
and the cold moon, so far away
dont know what to write i can't control this lonliness
the sadness reaches far inside me
like some lonely wind sweeping across the desert
no valleys to hide in no mountains to belong to
a couple of feint stars signal this distance we share yet want to set free
souls swimming across long night skies beneath stars that shine from unusual ways
and strange atmospheres reach white-veined mountains towards their expanse
i am deafened by their beauty
my skin tastes the frozen air
my mind breathes once more
for in open nights the blinding galaxy saw my childhood eyes
and now i can see the meld of those unanswered thoughts
- so curious like the first tear of deathh brings also the light of a new dawn -
is the eternal promise inside our dreaming hearts


untitled
something natural about how you feel when you get to where you want to be
exists no place else
this high this love this energy
go to the mountain
find your soul
discover


peace
Sometimes I dream I am drowning
and there is no struggle
to imminent death
to expand air in my lungs
instead I breathe in the water
calm and steady
with a solvent sky of water above me
I can rest and watch
waves in cyclic motion
pass seaweed
floating by
and the currents rock me gently in my sea bed
and my sleep drifts


quicksand
I would run away with you
jumping over rocks, running through water, climbing hills
hand in hand
tripping over, grazing my knees, cutting my hands
twisting my ankles, laughing with pain
smiling as you lean over me in the cold mountain grass
and kiss me warm through my lips
i close my eyes and i am running

can i escape this world, can i just leave everything
pack my bags and go to all the places i want to be

i want to but i am stuck
the quicksand pulls at my legs
the wave rolls me over and over on the hard ocean floor
my bones are dead
standing on the edge of the cliff i can't even jump
it would be too beautiful
I would die happy
falling sweetly like a feather through the ocean spray around me
i would be deaf to the rush of air past my ears
and quiet as the eagle looks down on me

click on earth to go home