ride your heart out

rode my heart out today


morgan jean the bmx machine

spiderbike and heatbag

my pal bateman was there

in the wall wall two feet below coping

...where his pappy laid his ashes

i kissed it with tires

and my body once or twice

josh was there too

little bikers in the sky

i live to love

and love to ride

i lived today

a little biker in the sky

when the dying day comes
i hope i go where i hoped all those before me went
not heaven with its sheets and white perfection
nor hell as much as the hedonists hope
more a valhalla for all
the riders who rode before me will have built ramps
gallager will be sipping whiskey from a fruit jar
and smirking
the giants will be stirring a mad winter storm
out one end of the great hall of the gods
tearing the sky and coating the land
with ice and snow
while out the other men race and climb in summer sun
just to feel the sting and sweat
women dance to music made by the ones we lost
and all manner of feast is heavy on the vine
this is where i hope to go when i die
and i hope you go to
so i can see you
on the other side

chaos in my mind like the colours of alpine glades in the spring
read to some people this weekend, another fear beat down
i can sit on a knife edge with thousands of feet under me and roll it up, burn it down, no sweat
put me on the spot i stutter and my face gets red
the things i fear make no sense
yet i face them and even when they do hurt me its not so bad
every hurt is a lesson learnt
every fear faced
opens a door