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for my bear friend

 I believe we are all given a totem to guide our lives...
                                         this is my celebration of a bear friend that has a big heart and big dreams... you will go far my friend... far beyond the salmon run x

state of mind

the state of m ind . wired into earths rhythms, taking roads unmapped by the foot of man. somewhere only one can venture. a path walked once                                        once and down i go to place unknown.wild. unpredictable.             take the waves as each ripple sets and rolls. cherish your venture                        as individuality is freedom       as free is a bird.        you are not locked tween the cage of bones as our minds have rays to shine through the toughest of structure, to show.                   to enlighten.          to shine.                           to shape.     let the mind unwind to the rhythm, wired, floating, beating                  

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clap again

to be

to be talented like so

beats

To be but a brickwall sitting silently. watching and wearing and sitting and thinking. 

                             my brain is but a brickwall sitting silently,yet  

                                                                                                                           beating 

                                                                                                                                 and jiving 

                                                                                                                                         and thinking... to the beat of the drum of life,

 not the fly on the wall but flying in life,

                                                                                                                    swishing

                                                                                                                               and diving 

                                                                                                                        and moving to the drums, to the air and the sea, 

amongst the dirt . 

and the birds in the sky wonder why I sit by the brick wall, 

                                                                            wearing and thinking

 about the beats of the world