Rocks of Santa Barbara beware!

I have really love climbing this break.



A rock is glanced at,
a nick becomes a landing platform
for the anterior of the toe;
a bulge the antithesis for the weary forearm.

A challenge is born,
not in the summit,
but in the assent.
Body contortions become a brush,
and the physic a pallete,
to smooth across
a nick here
a bulge there.

Nothing is as it seems,
flesh turns to rock
and rock again.

We cried King

"We cried King"

by Ayinde Russell

Listen to him read it (#7)

the music is awesome too.

On a night so humble that stars kneeled at the pew of our atmosphere

Like wearied knights fallen prostrate in the court of their lord

As though the throne room of heaven had somehow settled into a lowly stable

in a desert

leaving only the most common of creatures to serve attendance of the coming messiah

And we cried King

The ground did not tremble

Continents did no quake at our savior’s arrival

Only the convulsing womb of a virgin girl

And the technonics of the plays building invisibly behind the veil of our natural realm

An opus resonating through the hallways of the ever-after proclaiming

Christ’s arrival

And we cried King

And for a moment an atlas appeared in the sky,

A heavenly compass

A breach in the firmament between eternity and us

A torch over the horizon given to help seekers navigate the distance

And winged messengers to chaperone the light

Pointing out the direction for the weary and crying “This is the way!”

And we cried King

Followed by a procession of unlikely celebrants

As mortals and immortals stood star-struck

As creator takes his firsts breaths

Clothed in rib cage and skin

Muscle and bone

Flesh and blood

Delivered to us

To deliver us

Breathing with us

To give us breath for us

And we cried King

And so I fly

Dec. 9th 2010

I feel like a bird
Lighter in flight than on a branch.
If I beat my wings, make decisions and move
then I think not of myself.
The weight of my own existence confounds me.
However, its a flightless discomfit.
And so I fly.

Today I landed - inevitable.
I return, but with no olive branch
To warm Noah and brighten the future.

Who am I?
And so I fly.