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tonesfrommars
Trad climber
California
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Jul 31, 2011 - 02:28am PT
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Rest in peace dude. You really earned it this time.
Look at all the words and thoughts and righteous sentiments you drew from the folk here.
That in itself is something to be proud of; though a mere reflection of life at ground zero.
But also a beautiful echo of the spirit, minus the gory details. . .
But also a song or two to inspire someone on the other end of those inter tubes.
You shared your songs, even the unfinished ones, and enCouraged others to do the same.
You had time and you didn't miss the chance to live it in all of it's potential.
All the pain, everything.
Fukk man. .
Now just rest easy. You earned it.
Just rest
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Wade Icey
Trad climber
www.alohashirtrescue.com
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Jul 31, 2011 - 11:58am PT
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I don't know you at all
we've never met
I wouldn't recognize you
in passing yet
I've read what you've written
assigned a face
to a voice animated
by what you've said
and that face
that voice
has become familiar
despite never meeting
I know you well
we're from the same place
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Iclimb5.1
climber
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Since I heard the news, can't get Jackson Browne's 'For A Dancer' out of my head. Thanks for making a joyful sound, Paul...
"Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down
I don’t remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must have thought you’d always be around
Always keeping things real by playing the clown
Now you’re nowhere to be found
I don’t know what happens when people die
Can’t seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It’s like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
That I can’t sing
I can’t help listening
And I can’t help feeling stupid standing ’round
Crying as they ease you down
’cause I know that you’d rather we were dancing
Dancing our sorrow away
(right on dancing)
No matter what fate chooses to play
(there’s nothing you can do about it anyway)
Just do the steps that you’ve been shown
By everyone you’ve ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours
Another’s steps have grown
In the end there is one dance you’ll do alone
Keep a fire for the human race
Let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know what will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don’t let the uncertainty turn you around
(the world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound
Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive
But you’ll never know"
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Dusk tucks in
gunmetal pillows
and apricot sheets
the ice cream truck played
My Darling Clementine
moved forward
by my legs
over the speed bumps
in Barrio Blue Moon.
9/3/11
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Ghost
climber
A long way from where I started
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The days, like leaves...
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Anastasia
climber
hanging from an ice pick and missing my mama.
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the cairns guide me farther
where mountain flowers bloom
not far from where the water swirls
foaming white, flowing backwards
here you are never alone
with an ant crawling on my pants
as something buzzes past my ear
moving deeper into the woods
I hear a voice in the wind
is it an echo of mine or is it you?
or can it be something greater
for here is a greater world
full of secrets beneath each rock
hidden behind the trees
so much I don't know
with dedicated loyalty
I fallow the cairns
feeling a great need to stay on the path
knowing
it is never wise to wander
too far from what little one knows
Anastasia
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k-man
Gym climber
SCruz
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Touching Things
Sounds of light running
through my mind.
I wait for the sunrise.
The smell of colors.
Waves of time break over
my conscious
evolving slow change.
I know I am I am here
Then remember it's only the image
my eyes wish to see.
Love is deep and on the inside.
Drink in the sound of air
touching things.
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k-man
Gym climber
SCruz
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The Dog
They said it would never stop, then they said it would.
Gary, Kenny, Scott and Mary.
Cut glass, bleeding. It's etched on the outside.
The wheels squeal. You always get the one with the horked coaster.
Florescent lights, they look green. So old, so old.
I hate it when they flicker like that.
Outside the pavement is hot, but we don't touch it.
Saturday, a loud noise on the road. Must be recycle day.
Blue.
I get in the car, lift my leg. The knee bends, it hurts.
A smile, Mary smiles. Oh what a laugh.
"Drive on, girl, drive on!"
We turn, out of the lot. Onto the expressway, it's swarming.
Funny men driving with hats. Crazy fast Princess. She has
A Place To Go.
Lipstick.
We pull into the drive, bowl over the shrub. Crack.
The wheel comes back onto the driveway. I think it made a mark.
Glen takes over, we leave.
Damn, the dog. It sh#t the house. So damn funny.
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yllw2lip
Social climber
Orange, CA
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I found this when I was cleaning out boxes of Paul's belongings...
Sometimes there are no answers,
only Hope.
Thankfully, Hope is a hot flame indeed,
shedding flickering light
on an only partly grasped need
for insight in the hard moments
wich foster a personal night.
The dizzy-wavering way
"reality" appears today
will calm again,
It will indeed grow richer
in depth and breadth,
reminded, time to time,
that you were privileged
to aid the too quick pilgrimage
of a soul
which needed you're love
to move on.
P.D. Humphrey
RIP Big brother!
xoxo Your lil' sis.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Wow.
We will keep this thread going in Paul's honor.
Dig your stuff kman.
Poetry is an amazing thing.
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yllw2lip
Social climber
Orange, CA
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I would love to see this to keep going in Paul's memory.
I have another poem that I came across and thought was appropriate for this time. So, in honor of his passing here is another poem of Paul's.
My weight will be transcended
mended and rendered
molded and shattered.
Flowing together again
within.
Though the cloak envelops me I will
peer through the weave.
My weight will be
transcended.
Rendered and mended.
Heaviness leaves me with
my exhaled breath.
The future is an inhalation
my weight will be transcended.
P.D. Humphrey
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k-man
Gym climber
SCruz
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yllw, that was a sweet one from Paul.
Thanks for sharing it.
And thanks Jefe for looking at my stuff. The first (touching things) I wrote many years ago. But I still like it, kind of a reaffirmation for me of what is this life here, and being present in it. The other thing, I wrote the other night. Interesting mood this thread put into me.
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yllw2lip
Social climber
Orange, CA
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Cragman I liked that one a lot. Thank you for sharing.
K-man you are welcome. I thought others would enjoy that one.
I think I will post more of Paul's poems as I find ones I think would be good to share. I am compiling a stack of poems and saying from him together on the computer and then I'm going to have to decide what to do with them. For myself I would like to create a little book out of it and maybe pass it on to my family. My brother was very talented with words and I want to preserve what he has written. I am toying with the idea of creating a blog where all his poetry is kept for people to read.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Aug 10, 2011 - 04:05pm PT
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sometimes it feels
like I could wheelie
the whole puddle.
and sometimes
it feels like
a headwind
when there isn't one.
keep riding.
8.9.11
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Aug 10, 2011 - 04:13pm PT
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three.
one.
two.
foward abides not
upon chronology.
progress transpires
according to its own design.
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Barbarian
Trad climber
The great white north, eh?
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Aug 10, 2011 - 04:38pm PT
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Just upthread Iclimb5.1 posted up the lyrics to "For A Dancer". I just got back from a lunch hour that I spent listening to Jackson Browne. Just returned and hopped on this thread...and suddenly realized that Paul is gone. I'm not sure how I missed that...
And so I find myself sitting in my cube, half-listening to a confernce call, with tears streaming down my cheeks. Tears for a friend and brother that I had never met, but will be greatly missed just the same. I have so little to say right now, perhaps later.
Off belay, Paul. You are safe. It is time for a well-earned rest. Rest in peace, my Brother. You are home.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Aug 13, 2011 - 03:09pm PT
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that along the way
she can empty her pack
of the heavy rocks
hidden in there
years ago to make things
heavier than they
should be
and the summit breeze
will free us
remind us
of our own
limitless
potential.
8.13.11
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Aug 13, 2011 - 03:16pm PT
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Coffee, then climbing
I start my day
Sending is fun
But friends mean more
You're no longer here
But we miss you.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Aug 13, 2011 - 04:19pm PT
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sin is easy.
sin is free.
sin is the dance between you and me.
sin is the wringing between my ears; my halo hovering above.
sin is essential.
sin is fun.
sin makes sense when from god we run.
it’s the game between angels, on their days off,
god had the devil, in heaven’s loft.
sin is the sun
shining through a righteous fog.
sin is me humping the leg of a dog.
sin is rites between accountable hearts;
a record of my soul’s passing.
father sun beget mrs. moon while her resident man watched,
and out of wedlock was borne the earth,
the big bang announcing her coming.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Aug 16, 2011 - 08:59pm PT
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I still see
snapshots
faded
windswept places
back porches
I want to go
there.
8.16.11
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