moving packlist:

- clothes *

- outerwear *

- tents *

- camping gear *

- skis *

- snowboard *

- skateboard *

- bike *

- guitar *

- climbing equipment *

- gadgets *

- books *

- school supplies *

- food *

- maps *

- music *

- camera *

- places to see *

- place to live ......

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Guaranteed Good Times

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It Began With "Take Me Somewhere Nice"

day later

sun sinking slowly

whisping white clouds

striations across the near twilit sky

immortal in their very essence

silken gaze glossed over from afar

an insignificance hidden

how small we are

how far away we've gone

from what we were

to now who we are

an endless topographic split

pushing forward constant

leaving concrete and rust

a mar like sin

and from within

a deafening din

so loud it takes the point out of hearing

what do you listen for now

sirens and horns

fog no longer makes a sound

the spring peepers

to often drowned

and out

I am here, a part of it

no different, consumer

human

being

just being

...

my tiny view of the sky

from my second floor corner

sun falls to my back

I can look to the south

I will your image into my day

daily refuge

laying in this bed

recluse with nothing to do

a paddle in the corner

life jacket above

...

and now

"The Sun Smells Too Loud"

ironic, won't you think

I hoped to leave a message

and truer men may have done so

I meant to leave a mark

maybe people can see it

emblazoned on my own skin

resemblant of someone else

who I once was

who I am

who I will be

....

odd moments to craft an illusion

it still seems simple

in the aftermath of the mess

I will see my future

dangling from the edge of a broken tier in the home I can call my mind

...tangent

for the better good

the greater bad

the on and on

one

reverent to only thyself

I exist, I know this

I know you

you are all with me

existing in tandem

....

~~~~\___/~~~~

I need to canoe.

I can't wait :)

Life is better in the great outdoors

I feel the urge to climb a mountain

care to join?

until then

been so long since forever

so many days passed

turn into weeks

into months

never had I planned

just happened as always

a simple and obvious pattern

but to attempt and force makes even less sense

so when I can I will and that will be that

I feel prompted by her absence

my shining light is shining elsewhere

so in an ode to her love I write

seems cliché so I suppose I will pause

collect what thoughts I have

take some time to create order

out of habit but nonetheless

I have laundry to fold...

I wish I could have fresh laundry to put on every morning

so warm

I must sleep

it dawns on me that dawn is when I must rise

a day to dedicate thoughts into writing

my pen kept close and a pad for writing

a masterpiece I shall pen\

held to such high standards how can I fail?

in pen and on paper

I miss her so much

my Nicaraguan queen

I count down to her return

but not in haste

for time abroad is good for the soul

till tomorrow

2 a.m. automatic?

Been so long, so hard to start

So that is how I start

Remember how to use the language

'Expletive deleted' it has been a while

....

new ways of using old ways

forget what's to be done

its done, in my mind at least

so close to completion I can taste the freedom

but as persistent as I can imagine

holding back some key element

no surprise

procrastination takes new forms every day

life a shape-shifting deamon from the depths of Hades or Hell

Wherever you think being would not be so swell

oh well

flailing thoughts about how to do

old forgotten friend sitting on my makeshift desk

two crimson bulls colliding inside my mind

...energy metaphor?

piece to pieces

I'm trying to play music

it's failing

only bounty commercials from Vevo to sooth my ears

...

excuse this hastily written article

by me

there is a little green man with three eyes and one antenna

he stares at me while I write, with a look that says 'oh no'

hands raised attempting to halt

a green army man is closer at hand

holding up the direction pad

for who knows what

'stop providing a way', he may say

tangent

...still no music

wth

there we go, Crystal Castles offering a courtship date

this seems to work

How oft I have thought of placing words back into digital cyberspace

so many lines, tracks of thought, well placed words meshing together

or so I seem to think

no one else can ever know

entertain this now, I think I will begin spoken words

not just yet

but future sense will be made by creating words not meant for the page

inspired in a way and then encouraged unknowingly to go further

my other is so convincing unwillingly

then - - - Vanished

in the dark we come out and play.

I made a paddle, it sits in the corner begging to play

still needs sanding, still needs oils, still needs love

such a needy paddle

of cherry and hawthorn...less the latter

gorgeous

paddle strokes to be made, longingly awaiting warmer waters

I must write what is more important

right now that is not this

it is there I must return,

this is the first, I must promise myself return

I am hungry for art, or whatever this is

...

Thanks

time to start again, roughly

So some solace please

music playing top forties good and bad

dont seem to understand

where this is all coming from

I can get lost inside of here

wandering wandering forever at a loss

what is the cost

for what will it continue

nothing in general

in general, generalizations are false

so they say

generally

we fail

we fall

we scrape our knees

laying in the dust the dirt and the grime

all for a little time

companion

and a -ship

no misplaced hyphens

...

a pause...

now twice for a track to set into

continue

an oft quoted ode

to a fork in the road

by a man named Frost

leaves me a choice

more travelled or less

go to do what has been done before

so everything

or turn away from it all

the norm

the right or righteous path

I say stray

yes

leave the maps behind

turn off the well beaten path

before there is ever the choice

to be the sheep or alpha wolf

a-type personality

what would you do?

ask a bee

where do you wander?

honey seems so free, the ultimate destruction

a complete intrusion

it's okay though

I will work my life to give you something for nothing

a wooden box you call a home could be nice

I digress...

so force the pause

...---...

call that what you will

distress

6 periods and three hyphens

ramble ramble rust and rancour

of what the above has become so far

tempted to read up but continue to write down

...

so please direct

to whom do I entertain

can I create intrigue here

is that what it's all about

only I know

so you can't tell me

and that is okay

I often feel forlorn

I like to write with words I like

I tend to try alliteration

not there

but below bares better basis

crumpling croutons crush careening carriages consistently containing cucumbers,

devilish demons dare delve deeper down dangerous development dredges,

even eternally emptied ears emit eager elves entirely ether ensconced,

but sense is hard to find

so I hear about how I ran into her heart

and then

a ding

it read

Aaaaaaaaaa eeeeeeeeeeeeeek

from her

I miss

time for a break

god loves exam time

so why don't you?

a dream and a list

I cant seem to sleep, but think of you

so awake I will stay,

for hope

will have me sleep by you

and in a dreamers sleep

with my arms wrapped tight

we'll see the world

...

A list of things in no particular order for no particular reason

- Menage a trois with a schizophrenic

- Bunjee Jump

- Skydive many more times

- Ski down a mountain I hiked up

- Eat ice cream in Naples

- Cliff dive

- Visit Angel Falls (maybe cliff jump there?)

- Paddle the Nahanni River

- Travel over an ocean

- Do a backflip

- See more than the 7 Wonders

- Obtain super power

- Make love in a canoe

- Jump out of a helicopter

- Climb a mountain (Big Wall Style)

- See the 'Burning Man'

- " " " 'Blue Man Group'

- Hike in a rainforest

- See Lava!

- See a cougar in the wild and live to tell about it...

- experience the power of nature forever

- and some more things