Freefall script

At Alchemy, I had this conversation so many times, that my friend Allyssa and I laughed our asses off as we recited this script:

Me: Hi, I’m Freefall.
Them: Freefall? Do you sky dive?
Me: No, but I hang glide.
Them: Hang glide? I’ve always wanted to try that.
Me: It’s like floating in a dream.
Them: So what does Freefall mean?
Me: I’m free falling through the Space-Time Continuum, watching the universe unfold before my eyes.

Playa Dust Here I Come

Here I am, running around in insane, triple spiral circles getting ready for Burning Man. I must be stressed 'cause I just rebuked a little old lady for getting in front of me at McDonalds, telling her in my sternest voice "That was rude!", which, of course, I immediately regretted and wondered what the karmic repercussions of that would be. [sigh] Perfection still eludes me.

So I leave this coming Saturday for the alkali desert flats of Nevada. Preliminary reports from people that are already there say that there was a tiny fraction of the normal rainfall amount this past year and that's causing dust storms and white-outs everyday.... ALL RIGHT! This is going to be a very interesting adventure... very interesting indeed! But I've got all my gear, dust masks, goggles, costumes, fire gear, Djembe, and I just need to bring it all together.

I have no idea what I'll be by the time I get back, but I think I'll still be able to pull myself together and go back to work. If not, I'm taking off for India to live the life ascetic. ;-) But either way (India? work?) I'll see you all when I return.

Shelob

when I wake my love is there
running fingers through my hair

spinning webs about my feet
until my bondage is complete

taunting me with finger tips
and dripping honey lies from her lips

and I, I lay there like a stone
helpless, hopeless, and alone

The Switch

you flip the switch from on to off
darkness
cruel silence

hurt
I search for my switch

A Good Day

I am sitting on my little back porch drinking a cup of superb coffee and smoking a cigarette. The oppressive heat of this past week has finally subsided, the air is dry and cool, and a gentle breeze caresses my skin. As I watch the clear, very blue sky, I notice a few wisps of cloud appearing from nothing. There is a thermal at work here, feeding this cloud and I watch in wonderment as it begins to take shape and grow into a beautiful, soft, white puff ball. Tomorrow I will be hangliding with my fellow pilots and my feathered friends, and I will be looking down on the earth from above with love and wonderment.

The climate in my heart perfectly matches the climate surrounding me. I think of the people on this planet that I love and that love me, and my heart is calm and happy. It is a good day.

The Old Warrior

The old warrior marches slowly alone towards the only tree in this vale. He takes comfort in the shade and sits.

And leans against the tree.


He is tired, his arms weary, and his armor heavy.
His old battle wounds hurt him more now than when he first received them.
He is tired of fighting the same battles to no end.

He is ready.
He is ready to close his eyes.
He is ready to go to sleep.
He is ready for the peace that he knows is coming.

Black Rider

I am the Black Rider. Need and pain are my standards. I will suck you dry, and leave nothing behind, not even your empty carcass. If you value your life, you will avoid me, but I will find you and feed. There is no escape. My steed is swift, and my sword is sharp, and my eyesight keen. There is no escape. All who cross my path are filled with regret, for that is my gift to them. None shall escape who are unfortunate enough to behold me.

I am the Black Rider, and I'm hungry, insatiable. I ascend from the pit to fill its belly with the lost. I am its servant, and it is my home. Darkness proceeds me, and smoke and death follow me. I am its servant and I faithfully follow. I drink the hope of others until there is no more hope.

I am the Black Rider and I am on the hunt. My dark joy will be your greatest sorrow. Until joy is gone and I am alone.

I am the Black Rider.

Yours

You find me broken, crippled, alone, alone, alone, unknowing.
You approach me with light, and laughter, and song, and singing.
You touch me with fingers, and caresses, and touch, and longing, and touch.
You love me with intensity, and gentleness, and longing, and longing.
You terrify me by your absence, and your power over me, and silence, and silence.
You heal me with your poet words, and soft words, and beauty, and words.
You bathe me with your love, your breathe, your breathing, your heart, your love.
You amaze me with your loving, and caring, and gentleness, and love, and loving.

I am yours.

Love

She brings you a gift and whispers 'sunday', but what is love, then, if not a hungry beast? Kill it. Kill it quick! Before it devours you.

You hear her voice 'You don't believe you can be loved. How sad.' It's a ploy. Nothing more. But. Now. Maybe she was right all along.

Text Message

"Thinking of you. Send? Erase? Oh WTF, Send"
[Send]

Oh Jesus, it's that guy again. I should never have encouraged him.
"What's wrong?"
[Send]

"I'm waiting for the night to close my eyes"
[Send]
"'Everyone I know, goes away in the end' - NIN"
[Send][Send!][SEND!!]

What the fuck? Too wierd.
[Turn Off Phone]

"I hear your voice laughing at me. But it isn't your voice, it's mine. This is what I do."
[Send]

No answer