Hey,
Whats goin' on everyone. I'm about to tell you what has begun. I say begun, because my this is of the past. To write down my words is to make them last.
A man to remember rubber on the road, has dreams of real stature,that light then explode. The might of the man immeasurable to that of a beast, because a man becomes distracted to what a beast can reach. Too many signs, and lights, the deafening sound, too much to grasp what is all around. In this moment, an oppenent, we sometimes choose to forget, when the mirror image becomes a threat.
And on the road I have chose to beaten, fluidly seeping through earths deep end. Immersed in a nights sky of rotation and wonder, intrigued only by the speech of mother natures thunder. My voice is not big, not a stream nor a tree. How much of a human can we actually be? While love is tugging, and your belly is aching, reach deep into yourself and put back whats been taken. The words might be right on the tip of your toung, the voice of your choice that makes quiver, when sung. And please sing to me, like I did to you, for I rue the actions that make man a fool.
Acorns that've swayed scorned weave under your feet, yourself natural, while things that revolve around you to meet, are quite factual and actually are nice to defeat.
two oxymorons can't coexist peacefully, thats why I choose to be me frequently.
The climbing is great out here in St. George, tomorrow we'll go to the Virgin River Gorge,
We already went to a few different spots, if your thinking was their climbing, of course there was lots. With all kind of rocks in and abundant amount, so many feet that I couldn't count.
The first spot we hit was called "Soul Asylum", the "Gorilla cliffs" sit right next beside them. A small cave and cliff shaded in the A.M. while the sun rotated, we just sat belayin. Baskin and screamin' and havin a ball, there was no real time to adminster falls. This was the first day, so we hiked up quite a long hill, to see a cliff called "The diamond" was shinin' for afternoon thrills. Walking back to the car and jump into my bed to let go of the thoughts that reside in your head.
Dream and wake up and and just to move on, staring into the dawn a new day has begun.
To Sin City we chose to drive, at my friend, Chris's where we would arrive. To stay one night, and head out on the next, to hike to the "Ballin' Alley", that get's the legs vexed. The pack were heavy, for the night we would stay, we had to meet Damon [Vaughan] who was on his way. Chris, Ryan, Damon, and I hiked into the night with potion for lotion looking at the stars light. Where we sat and then slept, to wake up and find, an already poured cup of the finest mountain grind. Sending the route, I fell off before, of course at the anchors I yelled out "ROAR!"
At the end of the day we chose to hike down, " A du" Chris and Jodi as I gave them a pound. Keep right and keep tight for I know that ain't no problem, because if there was yo, those two would solve em. The Cathedral was a steeple of overhung rock, we sent a and spent all the time on the clock. Camping and vamping while amping on thangs, bluegrass over pass with the tunes we would sing. Late into the night, huddle watching flicks, dissing and hissing and laughing over kicks. If thrills were drills the we'd ace em' all, but I heard in the distance the "Chuckwalla" cliff call. A small ball of wall, with textured sandstone, 7 or 8 pitches of riches got our skills honed. While Pablo and Jamie, helped me find my phone. Back to the house where we'd share times of good. "Should we go to 'Snow Canyon'"
"We probably should."
So the next day, the crest's played games with the sun, "livin' on the edge" (5.10 c 3 pictches) had just begun. We climbed and rapped and ventured south a bit, to the "Doc House" the rock house of sandstone well lit. One pitch, two pitch, three pitch four, How many pitches can you do before your sore. "Let's bail I gave a wail, sent out to my crew, if my honey'd catch some sunny than I'd be out with true. Get it, don't forget it, let it last like some candy, if bunny be my honey than her name I would brand see. Mexican back again to the house we would go, after dinner, felt a winner, let the shower steam blow. Crack a drink make me think, with my crew sittin' back, wack channel click the panel and make the screen black. Wish I could kick the stick but it keeps comin' back.
The next day was the last day for Jamie and Pablo, I took my car not real far, to a boulder field called "Moe"'s. Valley was the alley that had all the sick joints, by joints, I mean the problems, and we'd tally up points. of all grades, from different stages and experience, climbing takes a lot of work and perserverance.
That's why I sit it here, trying not to forget, all the time that it took to get here and the gallons of sweat. Pouring, and swearing, and meditating from me, in my next life, set as lichen or a tree. With my girl standing next to me, like flower in wind, shes the next day the best day with pride stand proud with my kin. Fateful is debateful, and I'll wait to see, if the one that I love, is truly cut out for me. And if not, then I've got, to return where I've been, because there is no prize when theres no game to win.
Thank for reading.
Thanks to Noah Harper for telling me to keep up with my writing.
