Colorado Gonzo: One

"Protecting The Noggin"  by jpg

Really don't see the danger in skiing, even through amber vision goggles.  Sure, things can go bad, real bad, but protecting the noggin is the thing.  Don't leave that up to a rental helmet.  Go FOX.  Go FOX all the way.

"Wolf Creek Snow Report" by peoplesDuke

Mapped it out!  Yes. Yes.  Wolf Creek Snow Report 970-264-5639.

1. Night #1 we backtrack to Lakewood to motel. 

2. Wolf Creek- great snow. We buy tickets and get rentals there. I called and they said it will be great snow and very few people.  

3. Can't wait. 

 

"Escape The Twilight Zone" by jpg

Need a shot of Rockies.   Some real.  Escape the Twilight zone.  I'd take Country Club to McKinney.  Google has no soul.  'The Bluetooth works.'  Brilliant.

"Frozen Waterfalls" by peoplesDuke

Zach claims we will see frozen waterfalls.

"Big Snow" by jpg

.snowdrifts on the fences.
.whirling, whipping, and blowing.
.winds coming from the north.
.morning moonlight was glowing.

.effects of global warming.
.sleeting, icing, and freezing.
.complicated to explain, you see.
.seeing's not always believing.

blizzards. someone's always talking bout blizzards. someone's always talking bout snow. how it sticks to the roads. how it makes us cold. how we told you so. although its ten below. although the pipes all froze.

love the big snow, oh yeaaa, love the big snow.

.clear the highways and streets.
.bulldoze it over to the side.
.been snowing for days and days.
.boston's all buried in white.

.packing up for the western drive.
.slide down the mountain slopes.
.enjoy it all while it lasts.
.winter bout to come to a close.

The Reality Of Shades

Original math, the math that still works, the math you grew up with.  Effort increases your chances, nothing tangible is truly deserved, only earned.  Good luck, bad luck, fate, those are the breaks.  Odds is all.  Folks are run over by busses daily, or weekly for sure.

This spectrum of colorful humanity, what a weird identity, especially knowing the reality of shades.  It's a fantastic miracle, any birth.  Any pigment of creation, any skin.  Get real.  New Coke sucks as bad as it did in the 80's.

Twist, twist in the wind.  Dish out more shame, it's an attention getter.  Like a gnat, or a lawn mower next door.  A true nuisance, but accepted.  We can all use more shame.

Melbourne Green

 

Novak in his Melbourne green, his Russian opponent was in yellow.  Three quick ones early, then another three the other way.  Nerves settling, minds erratic.  Move him around, side to side, up and back, keep it deep.  Hold serve, the serve must be held.  Use the knife when it matters most. 

He's not digging in, he's tapping out, said John McEnroe.  He was knocked silly, he was demolished, Medvedev was schooled.  Taught.  Acted like a junior player, said McEnroe's brother.  Talking to himself after every lost point.  Exacerbated, yelling at the crowd to shut up. 

The Joker down under was too tough again.  Stingy on the court, thoughtful, deliberate, precise.  He dominates the Southern Hemisphere, he is the equator buster.

Shattering The Skeleton

 

These rolling electricity waves, life itself in 2 hour blocks.  Dole out the life so it's fair and square.  Just enough to avoid a boring, cold death.  Blink if you must, even the tears are frozen, each breath like a burst of fog, each shiver shattering the skeleton.  Everyone wears layers.

Paint whatever you got in your mind.  Line your brushes up, get prepared, go sleeveless.  Colors, shapes, shadows, and shades. Don't care about the glare, it's a waste.  Obsess, instead.

From head to toe, bundle up, under the covers, near the flame.  Stranded like meat, locked down in the freezer, doors closed, lights off.  Deep.  I'll have another, make it two or three.  Keep it on ice, my honey, come on and dance with me.

Wrapped In Chain Link

They buzz like gnats, irritating and ruining.  Their words are empty of authentic reason, the dumb usually sound authentically unreasonable.  And so they do again.  Ignoring has been fabulous, the air's not as hot, the ass stink is gone, sanctimony is too hard to endure for long.  Same as it ever was.

The legislative chamber seemed small, shrinking into irrelevance, most everyone knows the score.  Wrapped in chain link, this predictable and disappointing scene.  Talking about boogie people as if boogie people were bad people.  We disco here, we turn and turn, we slide.  Staying alive with night fever and a brick house.

Save your coins, tip those seeking salvation.  Got an ace in my hand, got the card I need, simple and clean, beats the Queen and the King.  Gonna take the pot for sure, a double down is coming.  Act worried, act like nothing, act mad, act excited, act depressed.  Tell them what you got, they'll think you're bluffing. 

Deactivation Rebellion

 

DD7

GG7

CG

DG

Digital vagabonds.

Wandering the clouds.

Deactivation rebellion.

Bye blue birdie crowd.

Conform if you want.

Make it all go away.

Back to the way it was.

In the good ole good ole days.

The unborn don't care.

Warm in their wombs.

This life is going swell.

Ain't no gloom, ain't no doom.

Ready for what's next.

Let's get on with life.

These walls are closing in.

Gonna make it out alive.

Turned Eyes Aren't Closed Eyes

Then you realize, sunrises are incredible everywhere.  Blasting red pastels into new, blue skies.  Everything gets lit.  Like the truth coming through, like the real view, like blinding.  This is what hope really looks like.

Back is turned on the goons for now, they will wallow in their pits.  They will demonstrate their disgusting and uncivil ways. Goons are goons after all, they are cannibals at their core.  They will devour themselves.  It will be ugly, try not to watch.

Turned eyes aren't closed eyes, however, witnessing miracles and life, craving cuisine, noticing curves, laughing.  Sparkling.  Gazing.  Recording memories in our own thoughts, understanding exactly what is seen.  In stereo.