A mind full of patterns In every which way. Crawling, Scrawling, And cycling On my walls. Waves of colors burst And I forget myself. Fly into my spiritual dimension And ascend. Then it ends. And I feel some clarity And comfort Wash over me.
heat and humidity hit as I walk out the sliding doors of the 7/11 cream soda in hand I walk yawning across the asphalt where water still pools from summer showers as I open the car door I notice the haze of smog and starlight and fluorescent lamps and smell the gasoline from the thousands of cars that pass through I close the door.
Her cousin's name was Jason His brother's Fiancé' Had a brother named Mark They became good friends Jason and Mark
Jason was attending college His dream was to work for A big cat rescue service For which he volunteered.
Mark was nursing a broken heart He had just split up with his girlfriend Justin and Mark were both 22 Jason wanted to cheer up Mark
Jason was an experienced hiker His Dad worked For the Sheriff's office As Captain of the Search and Rescue team
Jason asked Mark To go on a day hike with him In the snow last May They were excited
8,000 feet up The snow was crisp The crunch of the ice Was loud in the silent air
They mostly stayed on the trail Occasionally stepping over The barriers when something Caught their attention
The last time was when Jason said he knew Of a perfect view beyond A stand of trees
Again, they thought nothing Of stepping over the barrier Despite the warning signs Posted along the trail
Mark was in front of Jason Both walking and talking Laughing Mark asked Jason a question
Jason didn't answer Mark turned around Bewildered Jason was gone
Mark thought Jason was playing a game He called his name No answer He called his cell phone No answer He screamed for Jason No answer He pleaded for him No answer
He thought he heard Jason's Cell phone ringing in the Quiet bleakness of the snow But no answer.
He saw Justin's footprints Seeming to disappear Into a darkened area In the snow
Mark followed their foot prints back to the trail He called the park rangers And was told to wait there
The search and rescue team responded Jason's father was not Officially Allowed to go
He drove to the site by himself
They found Jason quickly He had fallen down A crevice Approximately 1800 feet deep
Without a sound to echo in the silent snow
There was nothing they could do The fall killed him The snow prevented A rescue for a body
His father setup a campsite And stayed there With his son For several days
Until he was forced to leave By a heavy snow storm
The family had a moving and emotional memorial service Of all he was And all he could have been
The church was overflowing With family and friends
Many Police officers And Sheriff Deputies Attended in full uniform To support the parents
They, alone, filled 4 pews
Over the months The snow melted Unfortunately Justin's body Was not recoverable The crevice too deep and narrow
His mother won't accept that Some day she hopes to have her son home.
We all pray for the same thing too.
Goodbye Justin, we all love you and haven't forgotten you one bit
This happened this past year. It seemed forever for spring to come around and to try and recover his body. Some people said they should have never went beyond the trail step-over fencing. But don't all youths feel infallible? Such a horrific death would not have been foreseeable
A trip down memory yesterday so I to go It's was to time and place that I only know a place In my mind Is to there I did go To place back In my youth, days where once as a child I did play In what seemed to me like endless sunny days Running and laughing through fields of green that led to the wood where Mother did take me for Sunday after dinner walks Memories that still lay so fresh In my mind back to a place and a time that only I know It was there I played as a child In what seemed to me like endless sunny day
Trip down memory lane back to my childhood days of what to me seemed always sunny
And on that cold but sunny day I laid amongst the strangers that rested upon my bed like we’d been friends or something close to that. They whispered to me with evil intentions hoping to knock me down farther than I’d already been, hoping to scare me into the storm that followed. I told myself it would be better and I told myself it couldn’t get worse. I told myself about the horses and the bees and all the flowers to bloom in early spring. I reminded myself of the tea and honey that my mother poured with soft breaths and open arms. I dreamt about the boy and the tree and the magical star trips during the hours that no one knew. Something about the leaves and the dog who barked with excitement whenever he saw me gave me a hope or two. I knew it could only get better for the sun had risen today and not because it was told so but because someone wished I could live another day.