Thursday, April 30, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Alaska
I went to Alaska
With a friend with me when I
Spent some time alone
With the mountains and the sky
White mist tumbled slowly down your mountain
Across the ice as others start to crowd
The Golden Princess then sails away
While you’re still holding up the clouds
First there was Juneau
The Tram, Hatchery and Salmon Bake
The majesty of the Capital
So much for goodness sakes
Then off to wonderful Skagway
White Pass Railroad to the Yukon
There are not such things in my hometown
Not where I come from
Way up in the mountains
Three thousand feet or more
Thundering around a snowy atmosphere
Like I never have before
Riding in the very last rail car
I’m outside and oh so high
I am soon engulfed in a sea of white
And I’m riding through the sky
Everything around me
Completely covered all in white
There’s only snow and icy cold
In this world that has no night
A strange exciting landscape
But not yet in the afternoon
Like traveling along pure heaven
A winter landscape on the moon
Spiraling along the mountain
In a train and in the sky
Amazing someone built this
As far up as a bird can fly
The air is crisp and open
Where’s the sun that hasn’t shone
There’s a kind of different cold here
That can chill you to the bone
I’m heading into Ketchikan
But it’s raining something I did not wish
Everything smells of smoked salmon
Like a campfire all of fish
Then back on the ocean
And into Tracy Arms
Blue ice with a baby seal pup
Works magic like a charm
There is so much to see in Alaska
But there’s just one that’s half the battle
There’s much wind into Victoria British Columbia
So it’s onward to Seattle
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Josh
The Explorer
I came upon an Explorer
Walking down Sixty First and Park
As soon as his eyes were upon me
I noticed he had an incredible spark
I sensed his worldly travels
It showed in every way
It's like he came from nowhere
Approaching me here, today
I mentioned that I'd watched him
And he was great and then I laughed
Filled with so much excitement
I regret there's no autograph
He thanked me and gently shook my hand
Brought a smile upon my face
When he slowly turned and walked away
How gentle was his pace
I'm left with a feeling of abandonment
The moment was so brief
How I crave to have his world
I can't he has to leave
I was touched by the Explorer
How well I know his name
It was soon after our meeting
Not long after I was not the same
The Moon
Last Night of the Moon
Blackened against a radian sun
surrounded by a fiery ring
no craters to soften a fallen star
cut down Apollo’s wing
In the early hours
on a sunny winter’s day
the moon took its position
where it would never stay
Pale in comparison
to a stratocumulus cloud
with a rainbow within it
that it carries proud
Then shone a jealous sun
who stole most part of the day
and put the moon on its back burner
blinding it by a ray
Now the moon was going through
a terrible phase
in the left corner of the sky
amongst a twilight haze
Bright in a summer sky
caught in a meteor shower
still the moon doesn’t pass through
this phase of its final hour
It still shows its face in spite
but the sun gets the last laugh
it still manages to smile
no one sees the other half
All those astronauts
did not see their doom
there’s no place left to land
sealed inside their tomb
Any lunar flights
will have to be real soon
when it’s out of sight
will be the last night of the moon
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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