Archive for October, 2011

I’m not sure when I wrote this. Yes, I do make up words!

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wandering through a vast void of black,
a small light appears to bring me back,

turns from night to dawn to day,
with the air clear and around to stay,

then thick like clouds it becomes,
and wet like water it runs,

making all turn to green,
bringing life to those seen,

happiness to mark the path,
until a query it you havith,

but the answer presents to you,
for it is, my love for you.

Rob Bowman got a cool picture of me on the recumbent unicycle. Thanks Rob!

Hey, this one even rhymed!

2/14/2004

Words come so softly from her lips,
And fall upon my open ears,
Captivating my curiosity while tranquilizing my fears.

Sparkling blue eyes she uses to gaze,
And see no task to colossal or vast,
For a look into, makes me forget the past.

Her ams could define a million words,
While also creating the meaning of embrace,
As I will for them, to wrap me like a lace.

Her silky smooth skin is to ogle with desire,
One wants nothing more than I,
To kiss her neck, while shed peers into the night sky.

She has adventurous fire running through her veins,
And gorgeous curls flowing to an open heart,
With every breath, a sight that takes its mark.

Beneath all that my eyes can see,
Glows a free spirit who has dreams to be,
But also sees a means, with reality.

I’ve always been fascinated with poetry. I generally write poetry for specific people. Here’s some of my older work; you can deduce who it was for by the year and month (if you know me well enough). this poem could be much better with some rework of a few parts.

March 30, 2004

if, but you may, realize how moonstruck i am.
ahh, but an example.

when i dauntlessly gaze upon you,
my heart flutters from within,
trying to escape, and take over my being.
all my senses begin to flee from me,
until, yes, my ears do work,
for your melodic voice captures them with a whisper.
but, i forget how it is to feel,
until a touch of your soft hand upon mine,
starts a gentle spark of warmth,
running through my veins,
until it touches my heart,
and i realize i cannot smell,
but, as you approach me closer i catch your aroma,
till i want nothing more, than to taste your kiss,
at which, with no words from me,
you promptly known and oblige,
with a gentle press, of your lips upon mine.

My socks, standing on the wheel looking down:

In front of Lombert St:

Good picture for Sept 11th (the day of the unicycle ride):

“Ride the Lobster” unicycle socks on Nathan:

The whole gang:

Rob:

The Golden Gate bridge:

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Me thinking about riding it. If it was a 20″ wheel I would try it..

View while crossing the bridge at 8mph:

There was a small group of riders that did this years Unicycle Tour of San Francisco.

Gary organized the ride and produced some awesome jerseys:

…and also some energy bars! (UTSF = Unicycle Tour San Francisco).

Here’s a short recap of the ride, as seen on the back of the jersey:

Jim cruising on the geared 24:

One of the few pictures of me…mainly because I was taking too many pictures! Grace said I was very color coordinated that day.

At Coit Tower:

Back to the Embarcadaro:

Ashley; the only girl unicyclist this time:

Aaron: