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Laughter from the hall
Don't they know that tonight is sad?
Dreary, grumpy, glum, and frustrated

If a good friend is one you can count on
Then I don't know what kind of friend I got

Why should someone else have so much control over my feelings...
When did I sign that waiver?

And while you're here, how can work be so dreaded?
Why will I do anything to avoid it,
Only to stare at my wall instead?

Everything's fine except for what I actually care about.

Fruit of a gift

Love O cliched and overplayed
Is all that the heralds proclaim it to be
It begets itself
One heart pours out and is then drowned in return

Homemade depth the true measure of value
Mass marketed breadth the sterilization of our land

One man cannot know a generation
He cannot know a race
He cannot know a nation or a town or a block
One can only know another and nothing broader

Where is that accumulation then, you bark?
No fear friend, you're not far off
You zeal for more is well rooted, just misguided
Don't look across, look in.

Love loves deep
America loves wide

thoughts of a good friend

playing, writing, making something new
because new have value
wondering about how family will react to the actual me
berg or jon or jonathan
-i really don't know

but dave has found distraction that i don't understand
not the value of innovation...
perhaps the value of recognition
i can't be sure,
but if kerouac goes crazy than i think dave does too

thunderstorm from in the tent

tat, splic, splack whisper through the teeth
crackakackle, splatterkackle, tabernacle
crackarack, splackerdack
tat tat, splic-splack

crackle ackle pit sap tak
dinkittle, dankittle

pit at
BOOM TaBOUm Growlom
crackle splackerdack
tih, tih, titit snap
(softly now)
cracittle tit
pittle splat
cracklerbink
tratlatitlle
cratlepit pat tic-

Laura and Me

It's not hard to see how a forest fire can start

I usually expect the fire-building process to take a lot of effort
Careful planning
And good fuel

But here in the mountains and woods of Colorado
Fires start quickly

There's lots of dry fodder here
It has been sitting baking in the sun w/out water
For longer than I'm used to

But all I did was huddle some fuel togather
And instantly beautiful flames started dancing around
Higher and hotter than I ever expected

I didn't ever expect the fire to start so quickly
But I'm glad it did
And I will tend to it lovingly

collective poem from waterfall camping

friday july 8, about 2:00 am, above the waterfall
"things said around a campfire"

Yeah so there's probably way too many stars
To allow me to still love the city
Here we sit beside the fire
And this poem definately isn't going to rhyme

Taking off pants with foot restriction
Why am I laughing so wierdly?
Sleep naked in the mummy bag - you'll stay warmer
Like the purple - blue dancer
Hypnotizing

Hey good morning beautiful
how was your night?
I honestly slid down the mountain in my backpack
I'm glad you're alive

I'm afriad, great Jehosophat
I kinda do want to spoon
Hey I have Altoids and I think that's bad

Waiting for you to wake up and look at my face
Just seeing dark circles
Giving myself no nose
Wait - that's definately a fox

I forgot about marshmellows
I just forgot I didn't have pants on
Oh my God the sun has just risen
It's time for a round of chubby bunny -
But that's too environmentally unhealthy

Can't we just all love each other?
I'm so glad I didn't wake up...