The sun is hot this summer Like it was last summer It's too hot to play indoors Let's don trunks and sandals For our journey to Turtle Rock, It's not too far a walk.
Wild carrots grow along hot asphalt We're chewing Queen Anne's lace The journey offers time to talk We talk and walk at our own pace I see Mosby Creek through the trees, We're getting near the place
Cruise down the path Rotten egg's always last! We're barefoot before the first bend Look out, leaves of three! Poison oak let us be! Lay down our towels We're here my friend
Me first! Dibs! I call the rope swing! I shout, jumping over that tranquil spot Y'know the one, where you go over the creek, Because of that awkward rock I grab the rope, run round to the edge And launch myself sidewards right off the ledge! Ker-plunk! Time to swim, Summer's here, life begins.
I wrote this about the swimming hole down the road from where I grew up. It hit 80° the other day, time to hit the creeks. ~2009
today i feel like putting a gun to my temple colt .45 ravaged my cranium only so i don't have to go to temple no more sins i need to have confessed polished sleek glock; my prayer ejected through the chamber PULL THE TRIGGER -- FUCKN PULL IT MAN!! hold on, the last time i come to terms with contraband am i filled with love, joy, despair or anger? all i need is my reverend spirit to unclothe its self i no longer succumb to the falsity of needing to have impressed
cut the gesture man you just be playing chicken but when i quit playing you'll hear me squawk one shot you'll know i've been stricken farmer Joe tell him this is his last wake-up call and that bright light in the mornin bruh we all know sunrises don't last for a split second
POP! muuu fckkkaaa
really it's a rooster that squawks in the morning i feel better one way in one way out baby
soft blonde hair plush kisses on my cheek fingers tracing circles at the edge of the creek confessions and blushing cheeks wiping tears fixing the leaks lips on skin gentle heat a warm summer day with a love so sweet
how to make ghee how to to clarify, place the salt free butter in pan turn the heat on very low, then just listen............ first, silence-- then sounds of drizzling rain for a while grow to a creek starting to flow then hear the steady rain pelting on leaves (if it starts to sound like popcorn, maybe turn the heat down), then let the rain keep trodding, until it gets quieter and quieter and quiet then turn off flame, the ghee is ready strain, and bottle
I remember last night With a sunset sky Pink Lilac Baby blues and glimmering golds I wanted to see you today But I couldn't Not really I remember last night When we talked until the streetlights turned on When I put little white daisies in your hair And you smiled for me I wanted to do that tonight But I couldn't Sadly I remember last night When we sat by the creek And caught fireflies Flickering in the dimming light Like little neon stars I wanted to do that tonight But I couldn't And it hurt