ride the wave that few dare to ride
there's always one from which folk hide
get in close
watch the wave start to crest
kick furiously with the best
you may have the ride of your life
you may wipe out with a tumultuous roll
dumped along the sea shore
in a barrel of a wave
and hear the ocean roar
you may ride alone on the wave
gliding safely to shore
assured by the roar
in an ocean of approval
however you end up along the shore
you will sure to have been seen
creating a scene
going against the tide
and enjoying the ride
drowning in a sea of despair
is not an option
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Sunday, March 1, 2015
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Alone
one grey day as morning broke
a silent voice softly spoke
"it's time to wake from your sleep"
lost feelings started to seep
togetherness -- what a chore
how much time is really yours?
always ready to appease?
journey on the back of time
intersected by love sublime
a sign pointed another way
you saw how you couldn't stay
a waterfall of time flew by
when a droplet caught your eye
loneliness was always there
so why do you so despair?
alone ain't such a bad thing
no questions that make your head spin
no more actions to explain
you are ready to soar again
a silent voice softly spoke
"it's time to wake from your sleep"
lost feelings started to seep
togetherness -- what a chore
how much time is really yours?
always ready to appease?
did you ever feel at ease?
journey on the back of time
intersected by love sublime
a sign pointed another way
you saw how you couldn't stay
oh why did you stay so long
when it all just seemed so wrong?
time is the only one who knows
it's just how the way life goeswhen it all just seemed so wrong?
time is the only one who knows
a waterfall of time flew by
when a droplet caught your eye
loneliness was always there
so why do you so despair?
alone ain't such a bad thing
no questions that make your head spin
no more actions to explain
you are ready to soar again
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Adrenoverse at Glazier Point, Yosemite NP, California |
Labels:
challenges,
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life,
pivotal moments,
poems,
poetry,
time
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
The Beast - An Ode to Mount Tam
They quietly approached her at the crack of dawn
As she slumbers through this dark wet morn
Lightly footed they go a creeping
Careful not to disturb her sleeping
Will she fight so much today
Or will they keep her ire at bay..
Their legs a'trembling brows dripping in sweat
Alert and skittish trying to not fret
Ignoring the pounding in their chests
Approaching slowly is always best
They look up in awe at her dark face
Knowing to treat her with respect and grace
Silently cautiously they lunge up the stairs
Nervously climbing towards her lair.
Confusing them with awkward turns
Watching them check their way with concern
Taming the beast is such a feat
Many who try end in defeat
She shrouds herself in the sea mist
Teasing strangers with tricky turns and twists
The locals know the beast well
It's only strangers to whom she gives hell
She lays in wait for her opponents
Surprising them with heart-stopping moments
Chests start to loosen and they feel on track..
Dancing around obstacles along her back..
They're feeling strong and full of grace
They enter a trance with their quicker pace
But then in the middle of feeling great
They start to sense her full of hate
Her cold damp breath they suddenly feel
Cooling their skin to a deathly chill
Along the hackles of her long dark back
They start feeling her spit and crack
Pressing on aware of her hidden dangers
She heaves and bellows at these strangers
Showered with spit and deafened by wails
Relentlessly they continue climbing her trails
Breathing heavier legs a'cramping
Counting up the miles trampen'd
Holding on to her rearing contours
Sweating wondering what they're here for
Taming the beast is the usual reply
Love and respect for her grow by the miles
She offers them a brief reprieve
And they wonder if they've put her at ease
She calms a little with quiet warm breaths
Allowing them to continue on with their quest
She often pauses for a short while
That apparently is her usual style
Oh they're beginning to know her well!
This cunning but beautiful beast from hell
As the morning sun reveals her beauty
They finish like soldiers after a tour of duty
She calmly watches them descend her side
Licking them graciously with warmth and pride
Green and majestic is her dominant profile
They miss her turn away and her they'll-be-back smile
She patiently watches across the bay and sea
Waiting for more runners lured by her beauty
As she slumbers through this dark wet morn
Lightly footed they go a creeping
Careful not to disturb her sleeping
Will she fight so much today
Or will they keep her ire at bay..
Their legs a'trembling brows dripping in sweat
Alert and skittish trying to not fret
Ignoring the pounding in their chests
Approaching slowly is always best
They look up in awe at her dark face
Knowing to treat her with respect and grace
Silently cautiously they lunge up the stairs
Nervously climbing towards her lair.
Confusing them with awkward turns
Watching them check their way with concern
Taming the beast is such a feat
Many who try end in defeat
She shrouds herself in the sea mist
Teasing strangers with tricky turns and twists
The locals know the beast well
It's only strangers to whom she gives hell
She lays in wait for her opponents
Surprising them with heart-stopping moments
Chests start to loosen and they feel on track..
Dancing around obstacles along her back..
They're feeling strong and full of grace
They enter a trance with their quicker pace
But then in the middle of feeling great
They start to sense her full of hate
Her cold damp breath they suddenly feel
Cooling their skin to a deathly chill
Along the hackles of her long dark back
They start feeling her spit and crack
Pressing on aware of her hidden dangers
She heaves and bellows at these strangers
Showered with spit and deafened by wails
Relentlessly they continue climbing her trails
Breathing heavier legs a'cramping
Counting up the miles trampen'd
Holding on to her rearing contours
Sweating wondering what they're here for
Taming the beast is the usual reply
Love and respect for her grow by the miles
She offers them a brief reprieve
And they wonder if they've put her at ease
She calms a little with quiet warm breaths
Allowing them to continue on with their quest
She often pauses for a short while
That apparently is her usual style
Oh they're beginning to know her well!
This cunning but beautiful beast from hell
As the morning sun reveals her beauty
They finish like soldiers after a tour of duty
She calmly watches them descend her side
Licking them graciously with warmth and pride
Green and majestic is her dominant profile
They miss her turn away and her they'll-be-back smile
She patiently watches across the bay and sea
Waiting for more runners lured by her beauty

Labels:
challenges,
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passion,
poems,
poetry,
the beast,
Trail-running
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