run out down undah

Last night I came to face one of the pleasures I had not yet been exposed. As if it were a club and I was not allowed to join. The night was good, connected to a wealth of information it finally felt like there were grounds here for committment, that Noosa may be an energy that I was after. We walked out of this bar for a cigarette, the smiles I saw felt more like a draw than a pull, in which it has been since arriving to Australia. Living free from the conformity . In guilt and conscious I bid myself a chance, and hope that the world could understand how important these days are. Finally, there might be something more than just small talk and whispering. The heart knows not the rules of everyday, but lives and operates, pumping on its own terms.
I am not the type to stand in the way of unity. A road trip is what we need. A deserted island, some music and one change of clothes. Sun and moon, sun following through to a glowing cloud ahead of dew moon.

As I indicated, time rules all unknown. After a week passed, the connection lived for the moment, but like all things that are meant to be short lived, came to an end. There is this bonding experience I can taste, expectations laid on thick by my own demeanour. One man hungry for a seasoned connection overseas. Something out of the movies. Really though. This is no film and I am no James Stewart.

Over here things are different, and Im not sure how to handle it alot of times. There is this friendly, humourous, carelessness that lives along the streets, but there is more than meets the eye. this guy is no master in human behaviour, but one thig I do know is that, if your in it, you gotta learn to play along. Something that I've never been very good at.
This can't be, beautiful beaches, radiant stars, alluring women, laid back sun bathing with laid back harmonics and Xavier Rudd palying in the background. There has to be a fall off. In life there has always got to be a balance. Here is me, trying to find mine.
Poisoned by the virtue I once lived as a young mans trials with danger and disguise. Colonel of his army, his fleet standing at command, continually setting themselves back. The conswtant struggle for truth, where disillusion will always result in discomfort. Toxins in all their drive to delerium bring the torment of depression that follow the high. This is no natural substance for the body to relax, collect molecules of strength and health. Here is the opportunity to skip the period of gain and growth, shooting straight to the cash prize, in all its delight. life cannot be led by instant gratification, the system we base our values on could, but the inner being need time to format. Heavy stimulation brings heavy collapse, maybe not immediately, depending on substance, but when you stack on layers of filth, it is hard to clean off.

Another poison we live alongside, that where in a flick of the switch we can connect with nearly anyone we like. Here we are, individuals growing up in a time where text messaging, and cellphones are a means of necessity. It is not, most people, it is all people. Loneliness is no longer a problem and the only way people desire conversation is passing it through a screen, which carry little to no emotion..
still, maybe I can free myself, here, especially, only if you allow your freedom to command sense. Instead, you may fall to the hands of this system, or that which donates life to it's work.
As a chef building a future for his path of choice sacrifice needs to be made and dedication a must. Social life ride after the hard pushing shift through heat, ambition, and what we call the shit. Direction of man takes very little to see within these walls.

There she sits, some sort of face looking for answers. In companionship, as well as through guidance along this road, dreams of a bigger picture, and undiscovered land. We really are nodifferent, but thought and distinguation hold in tact relationship and strength. Truthfully this man digs up friendships with a deeper compassion, but love lay with another.

Hypnotized by the waves curling in along this new point he has conquered on cue. For the last six days sweating it out in the nursery, trying to dignify some children, give them strength to be proud of. Now I am back where I belong. Shoreline soaking up the energy of nature, imagining what could come of this next terrordome of power. The downside of all this freedom, should I make a couple shifts and should the ship blow up in my face, the future has roads to ride and other opportunites provided.

For those that you meet, selfless, confident, honest, with will following through. Those are the comrades you concentrate connection. Those are the ones that deserve your attention. You and I both are good people, like anyone, make mistakes but for those that understand, provide understanding instead of spite.
This guy, a stranger up to the day. Somehow the guided path brought me there, and not a minute too late. Running dangerously short of finance in fear of a few sleepless nights, he offered not a minute too soon, a place to rest and orientate a future in this town.
Being a fellow Canadian, travelling chef, as well, understood the value of open arms. asking nothing in return. Help connect the dots and dig your fellow man out of tarnish, shed light on a troubling darkness. So here I am saying thank you. No matter what the future may lay ahead. Thanks for that couch, those few days, put the man on his feet, strong enough to accomplish in the face of demise.

Sadly, where I am given chance, I blow a hole in the boat. Its a signature of mine, classic operation. One of those characteristics I can sign off, on. Anytime I am introduced to an element of freedom and debauchery, the slave to the dragon proceed. For those who do not confide in his good nature, learn to feel bitter a front the face.

a national walk

Sitting here, face to the ocean, the smell of the sea, water smashing against rocks that carry more history than any human race walking this continent. The stone grooves through pressure from the high tide. A boardwalk of charcoal rocks that once stood for something. how much love and nature does it take to satisfy his hunger. THis life is a gift that comes without clause and only when there are no longer expectations.
Ask for something long enough, maintain, persist, be true to the desire that live inside of your street car. Here is the opportunity, without being abrasive, forming a face and hands. Inside of this, will I open the box, will I challenge myself with a pace consistant to my surroundings and will I find charm instead of stress.

As time pass, age a stronger topic than ever, like days are running short and death is around the corner. Get this mind moving, live a healthy force with cardio activity, as long as I am on the highway headed somewhere, i don't feel like I will be old and grey. instead, on the four lane funnel to digestion, experience bring growth, hope and knowledge. even to the unexpected sitting quietly strumming a guitar under the overpass dreaming, there is no bound of age with this freedom.

Noosa and its charm

Searching for work, where there are sparkles, where the day dawn and action step in. Finally got out to hitch, caught in the city where ladies look pretty but stressed by the blast of fast life flex. On the float, looking for familiar fish, feeling this pack, the shoulders dig in the instincts share guidance and I lonely soldier, looking for alliance.
Thumb is out, back to the wall, now that the story is out about our Breezy Bay. Brisee foir the night as the sun starts to stroke down all eyes on he, here with this impulse the road so close, already met a man, a woman and both of them kind, honest folk.
So here I lay back on the city bus, in the city rush flashing through to a time, home, with the forever cue. Like any teenaged prankster we share the same seats, no different on the turnpike, the butter cup, blended together all of us trailing the same feathers.

In reflection I try to dig deep into what the experience should be, should turn out. What for, accompaniment, so thought started burning along the wick. Instead of looking at what others were seeing, consuming, exploring, there is the opportunity to let the nose guide me, but instead i cut off my feet.

Well it is knees deep now, only moments from the core where the insects breed greed and filth, still, it seems like a city set quietly on the beach, so be kind young man with an open heart and let the place in.

The tide has changed for this young man on his quest to accomplish self substance. Head full of ideas, pockets empty of scratch, number one has become work and then, number two adventure.
Having found some dimension in Nimbin, how far does the rabbit hole go.

Back in Byron things were same old, Banff on a beach. Although it carried a handsome amount of beauty, the gauges were off for this man in his late twenties. So after a good amount of procrastination, thumbs honing in on the guided path, and a sign with the name Noosa.

Another coastal town, brilliant resort town full of debutant types sprawled across the beaches with their backs to the hotel. This strip has a little more class, a little more cash, a with cash comes good eating. What Byron may bein five years.
Finally some fine dining, a community of hospitality misfits, gathered like an army to live for their love, and party the same. You can feel the passion , but maybe it was getting lost in translation among the refugees in the Bay. And maybe I will see otherwise among these nightwalkers all in good time.

Now that I have found some work, with a nice wage and opportunity to develop on a more authoritative position, the light shine and good things come in threes... But the sun cannot always shine.

Then end of the drive through Byron

Inside the belly is a guaranteed heroin problem that snatch up the souls of the simple hippie. Th town is a circus of typical hippie culture and propaganda. It all comes from a good place. It truely does. But if one more person asks me to buy a space cake or a cookie or some half assed body buzz, i may just have to go postal.
The economy of this town is funded by tourism primarily, and then also primarily, gorwing decent pot. This place came to be after a festival some thirty or forty years ago. The ones left over from 'Woodstock', stuck around and forged a community. They plotted land in this aboriginal origin, lived simply, spread seed and with the ever growing popularity of 'travel australia', you have Nimbin. Every store has hemp clothing, lava lamps, incents and gnarly psychadelic writing across the fronts of their stores. Every person on this little boardwalk is selling. Wheather its mushrooms, cookies, or bags of pot. One thing that is absolutely beautiful is the art this place takes on.
The graffiti is everwhere. and it is excellent. Absolutely everywhere, and absolutely beautiful. There is this pathway that leads to the backlot parking, a scripture has been written up some time ago, the rules and beliefs, the boundaries of this town truely at one time found on love and connection.

We got amazing weather, had a few sandwiches stoned against the clouds. When we first arrived in town to hit a cafe and have a blaze I tried a tofu burger with beets, sprouts and a peanut glaze. Fantastic! Smoking freely on these back patios, drinkin green tea sun blasting and each of us soaking up the minutes.
After the town came our time for discovery. Short on time, set out to find a jump off waterfall, instead we got a marvellous drive through the winding roads up hill for quite a while on top this canyon. This 'canyon' happens to acctually be a massive hole in the earth once made by a meteor and then shattered open a volcano that flowed and closed over. Now grows some of the best in agricultural needs. The sunset from up here was, unfortunately not so colourful, but as clear as the days on lake Taupo weeks before. What a spot.
But like all things must come to an end.

Setting out for a twenty four of bottles on a BMX before closing time half cut in the rain can prove to be a fine art. Most, i would like to think would fail, breakdown and mourn their loss. Then there are the true troopers, sweating every second to see the smiling faces. I can think of a few. Dukes. Archive. Harps. To name a couple on my ride.

This day started like a few others, BBQ at Casa Del Surf, but with our good mates Helen and Ellie now gone, off on their own missions. An American guy, John was returning form a trip through Tasmania, after a long journey through out, the house decided to welcome him back with open arms. The house had two new girls in it, both from France, to replace the Frenchman we lost just days before. Both full of the charisma of any young traveller free from the castle.
After eating and some rowdy drinkin full of my potato salad and such, the plan was to move over to Dolphin Beach, and when the police arrived to serve up detention, well it was a now or never scenario. Many bailed at last minute, in fact everyone. except two determined fire marshalls angry from betrayal. Im sure if Benny was still about he would have missioned along side!
It was Brit Greg and Myself, naturally, taking off steaming. After a rainfall ceased the wood was mild. We refused to let the inept ruin our night of stars and smoke, fire and brimstone.
Two wolves in the night howling at the high skies for a piece of the pie. The trembling ocean coasts, boisterous brash blasts of windily made waves. it had been raining for a good couple hours. That was everyone's cop out plea, but the tear drops quit and two split, if anything in respect for adventure alone!
Feet on the beach, we set up a teepee through all the wet drift and twig. Heavily soiled in the arms of Pure Blonde and Goon Juice, the constant smoke and lit failure had gone without bother, but only in a sense to push us harder and better yet, more clever. Clever thing would be to let the wet nights fire rest, but there was no sleeping on this conquest. Flame arose and for a couple minutes we had action, until again the mist made fists full of dynamite.

Still the men had their goon and the novelty of chance. Some stories to go forth and back, some late night wisdoms about evolution, kindness and merit. A clean, surgical cut right off of the chopping block.
That morning we both awoke on the front lawn of the hostel in the bleeding sun. Me, wrapped in a sleeping bag and Greg, one hand on the goon. Neither one wanting to quit on the sentimental value of stars and planets. Deep down inside I knew this would be the end for me and my ride in Byron. I would soon set with a sign that would take me on my last bit of cash to a town by thename of Noosa.
Casa Del Surf was another spectacular affair with the powers that rest within the walls of quaint, accustomed backpacker hostels. This was no corporate child making a mark, this was a simple house with a lot of beds. There were some great people and two shitty neighbours, and for that, this escape from the 'normality' would be shut down. But for me and the others that swarm within it's depths, never forgotten.

peacin the peeps.

All the great people, you meet and greet chat and laugh, in these coastal towns, the connections are quickly gone as fast as they came in. people are on a springboard from Sydney to Cairns and my head spins so fast I can't figure out what is happening.

Sally and her mate left with Ben, and me to join them. But I starved for the road, thirsting some time apart from my good man I'd been livin with for the past four months. Believing it was time to take aim in a random decision I said good bye.
Fortunately as they left, Huib, Greg, Helen and Ellie had forged a plan to rent a car and climb Mt. Warning out the way of Nimbin. The first place in Australia the sun hits in the morning. They were kind enough to open hands and allow me in.
Another one of those things I had been anticipating, awaiting, anxiously craving.

We did not make it to Mt.Warning in time for the climb, but we did see Nimbin and what a town that one is.....

The times they come n go...

The air I breathe these days free from that chamber thtas been soaked with the fumes of negativity and tarnish. Releasing the clasps, a challenge of heart and sensibility.
Answers Dangle, common sense frigid and worthless. here is the castle you built, the mind forming its impressions long before action. Expectations climb as the impressions grow, illusion intruding and so a hollow center begin.

There is beauty and nature here, even as he sits watching. With all this freedom still come sensibility. Humans will be humans, all good but energy still needs to connect like the stars of the southern cross. We could walk these shores together, I would dream a stance where the mountains sit on the horizon..

When Sally arrived it was very late, and I crashed on the couch waiting. It had been three long years since we had shared breathing space. I am not sure how my face could have looked, but one thing I do know, me and ben both had blemished faces, his black eye from snowboarding Ruapehu. My gashed up cheek from a night torubled with the goon juice. Im sure that one could have been worse if not for my frenchman comrade Thomas, and a nameless taxi driver.

Sally set us up in a 3 bedroom condo in this swank luxury villa. Pool, hot tub, big screen, full kitchen. Of course. My domain for the week! Took that one over Day and night every opportunity i had. It came alive producing three course suppers with soup and all.

Sally had also invited a good friend, travelling mate from the years that had past, to stay and parade with us. Naturally they got the Queen and me n Benny shared a room with cople singles. Still after two weeks of hostels and planes, nothing could have been better.

Although time had transformed a phrase or two, being with these two, all three of us forged from Banff. It could not have been better. Even if I'm the type to starve for everything that is not instead of what is.
By that I mean, when its time to party its gotta be bigger and better, always The music is never too loud, unless Im talking, then its gotta maintain a good volume to drown out the motor mouth maddness.

A great night out, random shoe swap as we walked into the beachhouse. Men walking the floor with one flip flop and on the other foot, a tightly squeezed high heel. I'm not exactly sure how we tangled into this, but what I know is that it all happened so fast. This night we barbecued back at the Casa Del Surf with the mates, and a new face, this American Girl, straight outta the song, arrived from Thailand. Kat had been staying at the art Museum with Helen and Ellie, two fun loving Brits that kept up well with the amount of debauchery that was goin round.
I wouldn't get the pleasure to really caht with them two till we reached Nimbin a week later. When your stuck in a car, on a road trip, there has got to be some forming connection through all the anticipation and delight. Especially how beautiful that drive was.

Here can be the downflal in all this. all these great people you meet and greet, chat and laugh, in these coastal towns, the connections are quickly gone about as fast as they come in. People are on a springboard form Sydney to Cairns, and my head spins so fast I can't figure out what has just happened.

night time steam rises. but the sun heal healthy

Pretty little lady , out there and here I am inside the stomach I've been feeding for so long. Here, things are no different. Sun rises and sun sets. I've written you other letters, and sort of set them aside. When I think of you, and all you have given to my life, it's hard to think how far you are from I.
There are many things I have chosen to do with this life of mine. Plenty of mistakes, a handsome amount of illict desicions, a part of me might feel the crying. Pouring out. Emptying all the pain, the doubt, the sanity. What is she doing right now? What s she wearing, how does she look?
In the hostel here, there are four people from France. The point here is that I can't seem to shake you out of this mind. Sitting here thinking about you. Spending all this time running from you, or so it seems, but everything I do, I think what it would be like ....

Once you've spent enough time alone, you make decisions based on that. Taking care of number one, and really, there is only one person you have to trust. The easy way out. Just you and your thoughts.
My body is tired, heart thirsty, hands cold like alaskan soil. This guy is a handful to tolerate and I was not, always fair or easy to deal with. Time anda time again I print these words and box em up. baby, I am fairly certain the world I know and love needs you in it. The world is not two dimensions, and every year it gets deeper, darker. I look around for people that understand me. And immediately I have some names bang within my head. Having a woman on the top of that list is not an easy thing for a man who lives his own beaten path. I retired from putting myself through the mill time and again, for the mistakes I've made in my past.

As you know, there was another little lady. Her name, Andrea Dato. She was a couple years younger, innocent, peaceful, full of laughs and smiling. She was kind, warm, and honest. She loved this guy more than i could have imagined. She gave her whole to me as donation with only one string attached. TRUST.

She was a bit of a child when we met, and lived her relationships that way as well. I gave her freedom, and body. I ran from her too. When it was good I did everything possible to mash it up. I tore a piece out of that ladies world. For whatever reason. She wanted to give me a chance, but the powers that be stripped that from happening. nstead she left the man alone, and for so long I hurt. From guilt, from loss, form idiocy.
It took a lot to get out of that hole. I couldnt let her go. I kept seeing her face, everywhere, hearing her voice every time I turned around. Now I have this new voice in my head, turning up again and again.

BEach on the bay, living the velocity of a snail, trickling the sand between toes, soaking the nose when the sun barrels to the floor. That dream state drawn on a canvas, waves smashing as the tide follow it's rythmn. Bluest skies camouflaging the water bellow it, endless, filled with hope and opportunity.
Decisions live and time, exhausted, believes in dance alone. what he was after, every prediciton, invalid, but still the experience live in these doors. What knocks constant is that guilt that grow, his chances in the past. An auckward figure stands and deliver, the brain confused, tired of being taken for granted. The poison reach from within. the air I breathe these days, free from the chanber, being soaked with the fumes of negativity and tarnish. Releasing the clasps, a challenge of heart and sensibility.
Answers dangle, common sense frigid and worthless. here is the castle you built, the mind forming its impression long before action. Expectations climb, illusion grow and a hollow center begin.

A little bit of Byron...

There is this point that looks and sits as the farthest Eastern piece of land in Australia. That is this lighthouse in Byron Bay. here I was fortuante to see a whale take a a few strides, and dives. To the right a collection of waves sprawled so far , moving to quick and all in unsion, inspiration felt bold. This place is known as Dolphin Beach, a place where we could escape to late at night for adventure and endless amounts of noise, away from the complaining gull of the enemy. Ben said they saw a Kangeroo cut across the path one night... Him and Greg will stab themselves in the heart to declare it im sure... but im a skeptic.

Late night beaching is really what grabs me. Almost every night I strolled down to Byron Main, in one direction or another just walking the tide, taking in the sounds, breathing the truth, forming an alliance with the sand. And well, if the energies were right maybe meet someone else kicking stones in the dark.
The first night in Byron we had this opportunity. Three local men and these two ladies from France would gather with us. A young asian man full of talent on his Bongo drum, Ben on the beatbox, his teeth and tongue and lip, tangible and o target. The rest of us digging up the words to Long Beach and Ben Harper.
It's funny now that, this here was everything I'd hoped for, but would not see it again the rest of my time in Byron, the same. And well, I am sure you are saying... This really not that funny, moments are moments and can never truely be relived. True Say!!

The first afternoon I got the chance to experience sunset on the beach in Australia, it was not exactly wide open, but it was captivating and mesmerizing to boot. Of course I had already explored all of this I have been writing, but it seems I have gone and lost these pages... Please be patient if this all seems to not quite fit together. That is the way we rollin!

The clouds were clear, with only a few three demensional thin lines crossing the sky, the colours from below start formulating posture on a true scheme. A pink shade nearly dominating the backdrop for the face of this tiring sun. Some purple shade tracing through the new blue. It all came down in silence burning like a beautiful fire in the sky, of only the characterisitcs that could be of a house inflamed in heaven.
Those with me also sat in silence, a small gang of us, hostelling, parading the surface. I was caught, trapped in my own head, digging for regularity and posture. Found half a decade ahead of every free spirit I met. Maybe I am a fool that should just get over it already.

The stretch into australia...

Like a giant frozen valley spread across Canada, maybe something like Greenland, maybe the look of the antarctic. The clouds home to a congested soul, dying to let loose. Across the oceans, feet so far from home, Macauly Culkin couldn't fathmn the alone time. behind the beaten track of many others, diggin up my own gold bars, my own scars, on the road to better health and sunshine where the lines written, a new script.
Here comes another layer of clouds on this cake above the atmosphere. Ready to fall off the side of the earth any moment. Looking down at the pond without a trace of life, being out there on a ship I could feel the pleasure, the full out freedom and freshness of being at sea.

What league is it where a woman thinks she holds all the keys, running the show from the staring eye of uncontroleable boy, they build and destroy, strutt across pavement like grazing doe. Swaggering skirts, all fresh haircuts, perfected eye make-up and the look to set up a pick n choose. The chat is short, something like the breaking of ribs, if your carriage is broken and horses are old, loveliness remain on a t.v screen. Searching for turtles in the depths beneath these collections of gas. Thousands of miles, fish of all sorts, swimming together to the mouth of bigger, faster species, walking into the nets of commercial exploition for riches. Always dancing to the same songs, listening to the same beat, acting like the cold walls of this ship. Throwing fits we'd go back and forth, same story about how the love should be more, that cash and cars are more than just pawns in the game. If the man is not ready to share and embrace the idea of giving than he should turn around and go home.

Here I am willing to spill it when necessary, my heart, your worth, i'll be there when you need guidance and warmth, i'll hold you when you feel alone. But this is not the sharing we need, this is not the giving man a greedy pig seek. Why do I spin the wheel and walk the earth alone, because I am out for self first. Don't ever settle for second best, don't ever say that there is not more for you. Driving your esixtance for property, fame or wealth may bring you these things, but the trees are listening and there is much more worse about being lonely instead of alone.

I know you get me, I know there are a few out there that feel my trust and truth. I'll hold you all close and we should band together... so where is the understanding, the good nature. There are a few people out there, from the powers that be, we crossed paths with no coincedence. It may have been short lived, but I believe in listening to something deeper. We may never see each other again, we may never do anything for each other, but I feel your heart and love you for your nature.

So he finally reaches AUSTRALIA, and the person he was looking for is not exactly there. Still the same man, feeling the same within, interacting with the same mentality. The spirit wants to live, there is this surge od desperation. It's beautiful here, the beaches run the length of a town. Sand squeeking on the approach, stars and skies the sight I wanted for all that I have tried. The course has just begun, the road still long and so much more to explore, but sometimes I fear my own shadow.
Met these people from France, first thing I say is "Oh my girlfriend is from France, her name is Leatitia Latapy and she is from 'La Motte Servolex'" A beautiful woman who I am pretty confident to say, loves this guy more than anyone. She s got my back no matter what. Fell in love a long while ago and been running form it since. For all the time invested to take this on, couldn't turn back.
Some have said that I will fall into someones grips while finding time, this mind can say what it will, I fell in already and starve to forget.... with all the best intentions.

"this unconscious was so cowardly that the best partner it could choose for its little comedy was this miserable provincial waitress with practically no chance at all to enter his life" - Milan Kundera (unbearable lightness of being)

' a person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.'

A mind moves while on the hitch....

In the dark I am at home, that which I've grown up beisde. Without seeing the earth, different from that which I've walked for so long and without that flat Canadian English accent, the evening holds home in eyes unable to absorb change.

Cruising speed, the nickles and dimes become poridge and polenta. An overwhelmed mind that has not yet connected with the body. Confused and scattered across these steps as much as the paper I write on. Illusions of extreme adventure, a whole mirage of tremendous speer fishing fortitude. The days are short, getting orientated and organized can be a long stretch. Options are there, but it all seems just barely outta reach.

A litteral junkie, brain always on and pushing to prove a point, here is this time where one should relax and settle in, but it is always the numbers, never laying naked. The other hand, mind of a mountain goat, walking without a rope. Careless and distant, persistant to connect deeper than an instant. Grown tired of the chase. Looking within, searching for a lost mate.
It's funny, the things you ask for, the pros and the cons. Without being delibrate, setting your inner self up for rejection, or pain, or failuer. Standing in the center of this circle, focused on the contact he has lost with his inner child. Like he, she works for the future thirsty for love and companionship. Everyone has an emotion they wear like a glove, some hide, scowr, sleep or even dream, allowing this rule of society to go and just live on a raft lost, every stride works a hardened core.

Cafe stops, all along the bully, comforting ora dances this strip, but the beings are still machine, all walking the plank. What happened to reason, balance, compassion. Its not only them that csurry heartlessness, I stand bleeding within able to write an emotion straight, but the concious word is sharp, feeling intolerable. Maybe I need some chemical romance to readjust my warmth and guidance. Feeling like a fool, climbing a wall of ice, cracked and receding. A dog chasing his tail, alone, plotted in the jungle, now fighting for land.

There is only one choice and that is life, above all, happiness I seek like the forerunner in a relay race sweating against his baton.
A group of indulgent verses live likely to succeed like nurses, heavy purse, big win, everyone wants to be involved with something that brings life like birth. Deserted Island freedom with peers all singing the same song every season. When its roadwork your doing, going back to the daily is the last path you want to take, but goals are better than peachtrees.
Planning a diving expedition where the water is territory and the fish are the one time babies. Every spot, every step, a new angle, a new fact, another bet.

Gloomy greys made it tough, a brilliant self comes alive onthe shore of our Pacific. And there she is. After years of subtle thought from a few provacative days, meeting, laughing, its been so long of the journeymens mystic change, living blistered and skeptic.

Blasting off like galaxy hoppers, today is a new day, and years of anticipation finally exposed and executed. So many days where energy castrated depth, for this is what was going to happen. Success is fulfilling when you realize it is all in the palm of a hand, and sweet like sugar. Seeking pleasure, action, something to prove, in love, realistically, it operates from a diagram taking work like anything else. Was she really that important, do you really continue to punish and guilt your own soul. Where did forgiveness go? Where is little Annie now, who you held without measure, acting impartial, indifferent. And what of the character she knew and loved, when did all that doubt grow inside, is confidence not supposed to grow in time?

Aukward and uneasy we stand trying to communicate through a steel door. Although we are free from our chains this lingering sting lay like land in the pit of this stomach.
These pockets lived technology disabled, lived off the grid, acted and play a life without kids. Eventually foyers of the past close and its you. Your mirror image, and the way you hold your nose.

The beauty is all around us, the back country, farm land shaped similar to valleys of BC but smooth grass shoots all the way across the North Island. Driving on the opposite side of the road. Openning doors opposite, humour, texture, good natured. Little litter lay across the course, little leisure like the western world. Here fashion seems the least of concerns, where its five times more expensive for something simple like a cucumber, you can understand why.

The first words from Auckland, heading out

Distant cornerstones of discovery, like the usual, everyone is earning a buck. Still, the cool breze and swift rivers paint pictures like no other.
These feet have walked many measure and the lips felt a breze from many winds. This is certainly not Canada, but it fels alot like home. People carving for good snow, to ride thunder and roll heavy against powder.
Pronounced differntly our language the same, same easy going mentality, same pride in it's land.
having arrived after living so much anticipation, what is it that I am after?
Couches, they all sit the same, fences all standing the same. This feling, I have been here before....

Thre is not much to do with fear. Not much to do with uncertainty. The puzzled system that move thorugh here tastes the circular motion of life's cycle. Something, no matter how you go, you cannot escape, instead, there must be change.
Footsteps so familiar, collared ankles depriving the ability within, minimalizing my playing field. The first rock in a meteor sahower, smashing the future through inches.

As I sit in Auckland... Looking around... Waiting to hear something new.

we are all so similar

Stepped off the ship early, misdirection has become the main ingredient. Here is where the journey begin.
Got caught on the anchor of tourism and torque, here to spend some time now, getting re associated with what ther eis to accomplish.
The most important, the one explosion worth doing. The forecast, the future, the past. Knowledge of number one is the light that give way from shade, beaming out of a sun.

Here is the slow trickle of graduate species, the pom pom toss, the collected and lost inside this cloth. The children are out and this guys might be getting too old for it. Disconnected from the mainline, the signs I dreamt, here it is, what do you do with this gift.

Growing, and growth and everything you were taught. As time progress, the youth become thirsty for a cause less about life and more about laundry. Crazy underbelly of sound, spirit and laughter, some of the train rides run right into disaster... that is the waythis ball rolls.

nature

On the frontline, headed up against the bull, looking into the eye of fear.
The ear for a sonnet, loud in this center, he sits quiet in disguise.
You have the knowledge, you know the format, the procedure and you got a heart.
The first words are hard, always harder from the start.

Day and night you live the turmoil of passion. Lasting friendships, your words torn,
leaving chapped lips.
The hard road, one that few choose, but you have not picked it either, it has found you.
In the way you piece together a menu, piecing together your own terms. Never too old to learn,
but compromise is the way the world turn.

Saw you out there, like the cover of a magazine, I lived vicariously through those feet.
Now that I am walking, the voyage cannot always be friendly.
Still, there is beauty here, beauty to be found long lasting, never to lose its magic.

Hello there

Just getting started here... Like any early steps into an open space with only options and opportunities, it takes a moment to smooth in those feet, and slide off your shoes.. The journey started the day my world seemed to small, and the earth even smaller ... People are everywhere, and kind and harsh... its all in the way we move and turn and smile and sulk. Today is another day on the uncertain forcast of life!! come along... Find me. Be well.