Ryen

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Ryen (Spontaneous Prose - unedited) Current mood:Exact What is they say about pain… I can't exactly remember a heart beat so sweet Do you remember the intensity of our zero hour moments… Walking across our ghost town streets And how we find our love street wet… From the intensely furious Denver spring rains and our pride lions roaming free Could we ever imagine the razor intensity of this springs bloom… Across our forever vast imagination fields Can we construct from our world the depths of our imagination… And realize the momentum from our hunger driven nails Your nails that you cut down that beautiful French crossed morning… Your head down and strong in stunning curiosity The coincidence of strength in your picture from home… You saved close to your heart for so many years and showed to me this morning A heart that found a new window in time… Our time today Time for us… Is forever Forever my liquid Lioness... Roaming free in your territory of raging rock gardens

G-pass!

Empire

projekt...

07/22:5 Rhodes

Unaweep - 07/03/09

The sun rises and sets; all within a naturalistic harmony... until, your capitalistic madness determines that you have something to do with it. A wonderful day of Unaweep bouldering with my beautiful partner…

Unaweep - 07/04/09

I walked across the desert canyon this morning, drinking a Starbucks along the way, eventually feeling slightly absurd as the sun worked the horizon. I found a large boulder, a climbable island in a sea of choss, manure and sun animals. The west face was a beautiful 45 degree 20’ sandstone face… I was surprised to find the finish and gutted a holler.

It was clear somebody had put a great deal of effort in trail construction, a notable beckon from across the canyon, where we noted chalk potential with binoculars on the prior day. Followed some odd tracks out, suggesting a lion might be wandering around thinking… Starbucks in hand and pad over head; a humanism monstrosity.

Unaweep - 07/05/09

An incredible day bouldering alone in a warm washed desert canyon; 7 lines on-sight, no falls all day. The no fall master mechanic lost his life today, and his son lost his father. We can cherish our short time together as we all eventually fall alone; while our memories remain an unlikely test of time. Push Reset, a meaningful deterioration in emotional subscriptions and an internal acknowledgment.