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.