Monday, June 17, 2013

Whatever

So what?
Now I don't,
and to you it means nothing.
It's no big deal that I no longer break bread with demons
or council with those driven by beguilers that cry "Nekum!" in the night.

It means nothing because to you, it is nothing.
So therefore doesn't exist.
Nor can my cry in the darkness that is your company.
Feeling the tendrils of demons who were washed away in a prior age.
Their council echoed through the mouth of recent company.

That way was a trap that I fell into before.
The exact same, with bait of a different flavor,
sweet of smell and wonderful to the eye.
But experience is experience
and knowledge is knowledge
and pain is pain
and fortitude is the measure of willingness to listen to ones self
and step through the difficult transition.
And so I must, for the council of demons is one that I can't abide.
The offense of fact I won't tolerate
and the end result of a little leaven is something to be fought.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013



Now I feel centered!

Monday, April 29, 2013

Dead to the world

Hutchinson UR Team - Sea Otter Volkswagen 2013 on Pinkbike

Something is wrong! And here, in the sun, and on the bike, with my senses completely on and tuned, seems the only happiness. Nothing else is believable. Nothing else is trustable. Nothing else is real.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Gosh DAMN I still miss you!

Monday, January 28, 2013

My Girl Amari

Amari, pale and mixed in waspish repose,
like someone I think I know,
but don't know if I know
for the chance literally escaped me.

But what do I know, as I'm just a dead beat
with a tiny core of logic all my own,
fighting to dodge the captivity of ignorant birds;
their busy beeks tearing at my heart.

And still it's there,
and always will be I suspect.
The quandry of decision
And the great chance of loss from either fork.

Will I have that word with the old man at the gate
in that Kate Bush quantum manner,
watching him recollect what I'm yet to anticipate.
And he, with the dulling of years, regurgitates.

But what do I know, as I'm just a dead beat
with a tiny core of logic all my own,
fighting to dodge the captivity of ignorant birds;
their busy beeks tearing at my heart.

But Amari, you know what others should know
as you lay there between sheets you'll never lay between
and tell me that my heart has been destroyed by honesty
and made low by love.

And Thank You Amari, for telling me what you're telling me.
That mine is a concern without end,
save for my own end.
A concern of brutal energy, quaking the foundations of the earth,
correct, and powered of tears,
made to mean nothing by the chirping of ugly birds,
flying the routes of Khazarian masters.


But what do I know, as I'm just a dead beat
with a tiny core of logic all my own,
fighting to dodge the captivity of ignorant birds;
their busy beeks tearing at my heart.

BDKR