Poems

snow is falling, the powder is a callin
it's early in the morn
and the day ahead is driven me ten fold
my board is waxed and so smooth she is
iam goin to ride and ride some more

jeeps packed with all the goods
getten out from the hood
driven up the mountain
I dream of kickers, euros and rails

this is what I await for all summer long
this is time to rip, shred and carve
this is the bliss i live for

All around,
to my right,
to my left,
infront,
behind,
above,
below.

It lays,
so gently,
so perfect,
so immortal,
so beautiful.

Ruined,
two streaks,
side by side,
left to right,
skis.

The Moral: Ski's Suck ;)

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If who i am is what i ride
and i my ride is stolen,
then who am i?

Rip el pipe.
Rip the cherry pow.

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