climbing
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The sting of a ray,
its yellow gleam in a deep egyptian valley.
The suns ray is not from the ocean, but exists anywhere and everywhere.
searching for its next victim, to claim.
The sting of a ray,
its yellow gleam in a deep egyptian valley.
The suns ray is not from the ocean, but exists anywhere and everywhere.
searching for its next victim, to claim.
They told you time would heal. That eventually you'd make progress. So you carry on. Sometimes you go days, weeks without crumbling.
Alone
climbing alone
sweating on hands
and burning in heart
under those morning gray skies
whose presence softly but rightly underscored
the rhythm and poetry filling my ears
The mountains loom above the little town.
The sun sets and they cast their shadows down.
The climber, still suspended from the rocks,
Clips in, makes sure the carabiner locks,
You reached for my hand to pull me up
To the very top so I could see
All the mountains and beautiful greenery.
I had never done a thing so dangerous.
As I looked out over the small mountain town,
Life is like a 30 foot rock wall.
There are certain designated routes,
some easy, some hard.
There are big rocks and small rocks.
Rocks that look like popcorn,
and rocks that look like bananas
I wish I was in my own head
Where I am standing now
On something where I have no dread
A rock that will not fall
That is tall
Encompasses all
As my feet continue to tread
I could never climb like you.Pray tell where you are reaching to so fervently?When, if ever, will you reach there, the place invisible to me?
“She’s Undecided”
They tell me I’ll find something eventually but what they don’t understand is that I’ve found too much
I’m not undecided but limitless
