Friendships On The Road

Looking back I have had a few friendships, and hook ups "on the road". In Mexico, San Rafael Swell, and then always at Timplodge, the Walkabouts, and Pagosa Springs. They all range from just kick'en it together on the trail. To deep, intimate conversations on top of a bus. Laughing around a campfire or over dinner, and the many other ways people come together.

These friendships are always temporary, but in the moment that they are in motion, they seem timeless. Like "these are the moments life are made of", "these are the times that shape our lives". For me it's very relaxing and refreshing, to have an unforgettable time, then saying good-bye, knowing you may never see each other again, or share a similar experience together ever again. For me, the best of these short lived friendships are always a sobering, yet exhilarating, and confidence boosting. I feel ten feet taller, but no need to show it off.

Whether it's for then miles or ten hours, I always feel like I've bonded, and grew a deeper connection and understanding. Not only with that individual, but humanity as a whole. I feel better connected to the world. Like I understand another nut or bolt in the marvelous, vast machine of humanity, and in turn, the seceret to life.

It makes me happy knowing I have another character in the story of my life, and that I'm in some one else's. Even if it's only for a paragraph or a page.

Think about it. Don't most life long friendships start out as a "friendship on the road"? Then over time they grow into something worth sticking to?

My Super hero-ness

If I were a super hero here is how kick butt i would be;

I would be able to fly with my big angelic wings,

I would by able to push (like in the movie but only cooler cause I would be able to shoot people with my finger tips when I make my hands like a gun.)

I would be able to control electricity

I would be able to get inside your head, make my thoughts your thoughts, read your mind, and get you to loan me money from time to time

If its not to much to ask I also think it would be cool if I could control fire, ice and wind. (but not not like storm from X-men)

I'm still working out how I would hide my identity. I got to have the wings, but at the same time they are kind hard to hid when your just chillen, having a break from fighting crime.

My Snowboard

Is it wrong if i love my board more than my dog?
Is it wrong if i love my board more that good grades?
Is it wrong to love it for its smooth ride,
Its ability to create freedom out of a good snow day?
It is wrong if i love my board more than a girlfriend?
But whats wrong with finding bliss,
out of a powder day that's not to miss!
With powder under my board,
and rocken tunes in my head.
Would it be devotion, or obsession,
If I ditched a date to get a ride?
What if its the one thing that's stayed true to me?
What if I find god in the snow covered trees?
What if I find myself flying through the air?
Is it wrong to love my snowboard?

P.S. I never bailed on a date to go snowboarding.

In A Mental Cage

I hate this pain.
This painful mental restriction.
I want to go out.
I want to be about.

This room is swallowing me.
The ceiling is caving in,
Walls crawling in.
I hate this pain.

I listen to music of better times.
Now wish for better times.
I want to play in the world energy,
Not trap myself at bay.

I’m low on inspiration.
My thoughts can’t come out my mouth,
My ideas can’t flow through my fingers,
I need to get out!

I need to laugh with friends,
Not laugh to myself.
I need to smile for what’s now,
Not at a distant memory.

I need to free myself!

I have the strength.
I have the right.
I have the desirer.
I have the physical vessel.

Its time to start my engine,
Hoist the anchor,
Take off,
Take flight!

Why do I fear?
Why do I worry?
What’s to fear?
What’s to worry?

Call up the child inside,
Stop being so shy,
Tell them its adventure time.
Get out and make a life, or live a life

Take a step out side.
Take in the fresh air.
Its time to forgive your self,
And to do something worth writing about.

God, Soda pop, and Nudity

OK so be sure to know that what follows is not a story only written by me. I only wrote one line. This is what happens when you get a few great writers, a fair amount of alright writers, and some people who either hate writing or cant write at all.
We all took turns writing a line.
The Rules; You can only write one line.
If desired you may erase one quotation mark and continue the characters speech.
So with that in mind, enjoy!

God, Soda pop, and Nudity

"you can't make me do it," screamed Quincy. He sat glaring, rocking in his old chair and twirling his lucky coin in his fingers.
"Want to bet?" replied Josh.
"Yes, 50 Dunmars. You can't get me to do karaoke in the nude."
"Don't be obstinate, grandfather," Josh retorted to the glaring old man.
"I did that once and ended up embarrassed while singing there and singing!"
"I'll raise it to 100 Dunmars, stupid old hag!" Yelled Josh.
"Damn it boy, get me a soda pop."
Meanwhile, back at Quincy's cabin, the lamp in his house fell over and started a fire. The entire cabin blew up in flames.
"Ready, set, go," Said Quincy.
And then God woke up. He walked to the bathroom, picking eye boogers in a dignified way with which only a deity could profess.

Beautiful Day (poem)

Here is a poem inspired by a beautiful summer day.

Oh what a beautiful day,

lets get together to sing and play.

Have the greatest hay day we can hay.

The summer fairies are out to play,

and with the worlds hatred all gone away,

jump up with a holler and a shout!

Put away that nasty pout,

cause tonight there's a campfire with S'mores

where we can talk and kiss, 

then kiss and love some more.

Who could ask for more?

For its a beautiful day,

and on the morrow, 

we'll all feel less hallow. 

Now that we're filled with summer love fun,

there'll be less of those who shun.

Now that its a beautiful day. 

Get out and play!

Now that its a beautiful day.