The Gorge

The Gorge

What flow the river flows

Glow the sun glows

Snow melts and grass grows

It’s true, the time slows

And it’s only God that knows

The discharge of my life,

My highs and lows

The breeze tingles as it blows

Simultaneously waking

as the bird crows

End of the trip—the van—it tows

Away our dirty clothes

My favorite weekend ends with prose.

This poem is on moving on

For any of you out there who need to move on from a girl. Let this breathe deep. (I’m no woman hater, I am just feeling for anyone hurting.)

In a While 12.18.2007

This is the last one for a while, about you that I shall compile—

Words into poetry, they flow o’ so easily—

When you were my muse, I was allowed to love and in fuse—

The emotions that spilled, it filled and drilled—now killed—

You love him, I saw it—nothin’ I could do to stop it.

Just don’t forget, I never did regret—

The feeling that I had for you, I held them for a year or two—

Now they filter through my mind, unforgiving, it needs to unwind.

Don’t worry..I’ll still be here, even though what I dreamed disappeared.

For you, I’d crawl a straight up mile, just know I’m done writing about you for a while.

The proverbial melt
we all felt
the flowing minutes
the river stream of time
oh the sublime line of time

Buds anew
from the dew
EXPLODE with anticipation
the green, the pink, the beautiful
suddenly I begin to fall

Question the fixation
that we have with sensations
as pollen enters asthmatically
growth spoke loud
spring throws off winter’s shroud

Cool breeze, hits my knees, with the ease to move trees, I just want it to please–warm up, my body from the bottom to the top, don’t let it stop, I need this plot to continue.
It’s coming, you hear it clearly, its not coming so easily, all I do is plea, that the growth would break free, enter into me.
Blossuming fauna, the aroma is a sauna, to every trauma, winter held-spelled-told-controlled-filled and killed.
The new day, overcame the dark, clouds part.

The Pursuit of Awesomeness

The Trip that I am looking forward to more than anything in the past year, has been a little trip that some guys on my floor and I have been planning for quite some time now. This trip involves a massive amount of sleeping in tents, gazing at stars, appreciating lifes beauty….hold on, alright sorry, ahem. This trip involves massive amounts of testosterone, fire, skin ripping rocks, 500 foot cliffs, harnesses, and no showering. There. That sounds better.

RED RIVER GORGE. The Midwest Climbers paradise. I can’t wait to go. I have been practicing for about 2 months for this trip and I think that we are ready. Cody Cooper, Jeremiah Mallin, Jeff Stern, Matt, Eric Leedy, Gabe Stecker, and myself. This is going to be pretty much the best Spring Break ever.