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Redwood City Riders
These boys break, well, they break everything
Dropped right from the womb rolling down into a half pipe spin
Grind at the top
Then dip back into a drop
First few steps, 3, 4, then onto pegs
Suzuki JR 50, ruptured spleen, broken legs
The Live, They Die
These boys, these boys they truly fly
The gliders life
Motoring into a dive
Engine coils straight to the heart
Killing down into kick start
Tearing the terrain
Meteor shower of dirt in the Church of the earth
As an outside observer I can tell you that
"These fucking bikes are in their blood"
They break everything and they still get up
Passionate in play with sacrifice
A quenching of the thirst for life
They live, they die
These boys, these boys they truly fly
The sport is a joy that resonates in the soul of a people
You recognize the light breaking through excited eyes
Fear falls into the wind from the bliss of the speed reached within
They risk everything for the thrill of the spill on the crest with the best
Crushing on spine, all the time
My artwork has lived many short lives on the canvas of casts
A glyph to help the healing
Always ready to sign the next one bound to happen
The sun awakens glorious over the 280 as metallic panthers are on the roar
Tearing at the freedom that is all we have
Feeling the wind kiss its blessing
In this ride everlasting
Speaking truth I am not one lie
They Live, they die
My friends they fly,
They truly fly
Published 10th Apr 2011
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10th Apr 2011 8:23am
Your poem made me fly..you took me on one hell of a ride with this poem..I love bikes it takes a lot of heart to keep getting back up to take that thrill of a life time..awesome..peace Crim
10th Apr 2011 8:26am
people are crazy up here in a really entertaining way, one rider broke a leg today and I saw the X ray of completly severed bone
yikes
yikes
10th Apr 2011 8:32am
I love crazy in a good way..I love the redwoods..I wish I could live there..I feel so connected to the Earth when i'm near those big trees..My favorite place to be would be Big Sir because that's where the ocean and forest meet plus being an artist colony..Sorry about your friend it takes a lot of heart to ride and break bones and keep on riding..loved this poem DY..you took me on a ride in your life..with this one..peace Crim
10th Apr 2011 8:42am
i liked this poem a lot dragonyear.... having owned and crashed many bikes and sometimes just crashed,
i can relate to the feeling of racing through the forest,caution to the wind.
i can relate to the feeling of racing through the forest,caution to the wind.
10th Apr 2011 8:53am
I like the imagery peppered throughout this piece. The wording you chose (like "Meteor shower of dirt in the Church of the earth") creates a mood which turns the culture of bike riding into a deep, nearly spiritual experience. The first line (and really the entire first stanza) really set the tone for the rest of the piece.
10th Apr 2011 11:10am
"When something resonates in the soul of a people"
You might want to change this line because it seems there is a grammatical mistake. Great topic to choose, well done!
You might want to change this line because it seems there is a grammatical mistake. Great topic to choose, well done!
Thanks for your suggestion, I changed that line and what I was trying to get across is better conveyed now I believe
10th Apr 2011 11:10am
Beautiful, I was completely taken away on the ride. It was phenomenally exposing and accurate in the metaphors. It was a true thrill to read, thank you for that.
10th Apr 2011 12:19pm
what a fresh perspective you bring to this..
so good is the imagery you paint with your words
that i was literally taken \'along for the ride\'
didn\'t want it to end
:)
so good is the imagery you paint with your words
that i was literally taken \'along for the ride\'
didn\'t want it to end
:)
Anonymous
10th Apr 2011 1:28pm
Only you could make an extreme sport sound like an epic worthy of a Medieval Italian poet. I love reading your poems really fast, letting the images wash over my like warm water. You've become a great lyrical writer during your time on here. My one quibble is a pathetically small grammatical nit: "Feeling the wind kiss it's blessing". When "it's" is used in the possessive context, it shouldn't have an apostrophe.
I appreciate it my friend, I fixed it to put the finishing touch on
One of the main reasons my metaphors are improving is because I am ever reaching high for the exquisite standard of your work
One of the main reasons my metaphors are improving is because I am ever reaching high for the exquisite standard of your work
Anonymous
12th Apr 2011 6:11pm
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19th Nov 2011 10:09am
The repetitive rhyming patterns over here are serving more than refrains. The subject is fresh and clean and the adventures through them are adrenaline pumping. Very intelligently crafted this one.
20th Nov 2011 1:53am
