Monsoon Season

The cliffs are painted
     with the thousand shades of red
     that dance within a campfire.
Their climbs protrude from
     the fresh green junipers,
     sage brushes and grasses,
     like red waves over a green sea.
The hawks circle in the sky
     like gulls above the ocean,
     motionless and waiting for their chance.
In the distance,
     the clouds are gray,
     a dark, smokey shade,
     they drop their waters
     and hide the red waves behind them.
The desert is not arid and lifeless this year.
It breathes with the life of the ocean
     and endures its scars.

Divided

Divide your time between work and life.
What's the difference?
Every day is one step closer.
Like the glow on the floor,
Cracked through an open blind,
It all has to fade away.
The same song on repeat
you find new meaning each time it plays.

Lose Yourself in Every Moment

The white glow was shrouded,
Hidden by vermilion cliffs.
For hours the moon rose behind them
Until her glow lit the desert floor.
We sat in silence.
In awe as she became exposed.
The fire between us,
Bound to grow.

We passed the whiskey,
Shared a beer,
And lit a smoke.
No space between the two of us
But the rocks we hopped across
Right to the edge of the canyon.
The Colorado cried our names,
Louder and louder
As we approached.

Our feet rested at the edge,
I reveled in the moment.
The only sound,
The river below.
The canyon walls engulfed
In a sweet white light.
Pure beauty surrounded
Just the two of us.

Greatest Minds

Wanderlust is never broken.
Society will provide you
The brink
Of insanity.
Your mind torn apart.
Your life broken down.

Destroyed!

To mere scraps of paper
And simple metals,
All stamped with the faces
Of lost ideals
Proved to be best to hold.
To relish.
To teach.

There is nothing you need to do,
Nothing more than nothing itself.
Provide and cultivate
Only what makes you happy.
Dismantle and destroy the rest.
Write off the spawn
That creates the worst in you.

Grab your pack,
And meet me in the woods.
We leave tomorrow.

We walk

Until

We may walk

No more.

Flames of Discontent

I'll burn down every city.
Just move into the woods.
Darwin knew best.
I'll teach the world to be true,
They'll see what responsibility
Really means.

Provide your food,
Hunt,
Trap
And forage.
Fight for your water.
Truly nomadic,
Always on the move.
Following food,
Water,
Weather.

Most of the savages,
Claimed civil by society,
Will die.

Me and mine,
We,
We will make it.
Through the sunshine,
Monsoons and snowfall.
We will become
The truest of generations.
Providing no more dishonesty
Based on fear.
No more greed
Based off this selfish social structure

We will be together,
Selflessly providing for one another
And without the bother of
All of this
Greed
Hate
Selfishness
And suffering

What's It Worth?

I walked up on it in the park.
It didn't look like I had remembered.
The full, vibrant foliage,
It swayed in the wind,
Brown and dying.
The limbs and leaves
Crackled
Through the strain.
I swear that first branch
Was way
Way
Higher.
Now it dropped below my elbow.
It was broken half way and
Sitting on the ground.
The grass at its base,
As brown as the leaves.

The Gypsy's Songbird

The lone bird chirps
In the woods
Beside the road.
Cars rush past
All late for work
All oblivious.
No one knows
She's there.
No one knows
She sings.
No one but the wanderer
Who woke in the woods
As the bird chirps.

Somewhere out there...

It was a place that I had
Never been.
A quiet place, a place
Hard to find.
Like those you hear of
Or only read.
It was a place I'd truly
Never seen.
Discovered and shared by
Drifting friends.
Indifferent at first to this place
I had found.
But what was there and
What I saw.
It was a place I will surely
Find again.