Peruvian Fantasy

Cities cover dust and stormy desert hillsides
Made of straw and stone
A barren wasteland brought to life by a people
Drifting by in guilty comfort my eyes fearful and tearful of lives unlived
Habitants hidden in their huts
Hermits
Scorched by sun and life the weary tuck away
Mad Maxin. through dessert waves
Desserted sandy mountains ebb and flow
The beauty of forgotten land rising to the horizon
Engulf the highways, the earth.s heart
Opening, unfolding the world so close, dosed with magnificience
Untucked treasures make love to the soul and desires
Intervention sparkles at the silly notion of eternity
A saharan-peruvian princess masked from the sun
Staring out windows that dazzle with creation
The heavenly Goddess creature exposes her grandeur
Harsh heat, but loving laughter we cascade across the blue horizon
We are the dreamers of the dream

Sacredly Dreaming

A community on the hill
Vines crossing in a jungle of spiritual knowledge
Jungle fruits and donkey calls

Chocolate goat milk devine

Mountains stretching to the unknown
Mesmerized by Hawks in flight
I fall into the Earth
Tumbeling into never ending green
Engulfed by Ecuadorian Mountainsides
And disappearing wouldn´t matter because its all too beautiful
We forget about the world only a twinkling valley bellow
Echoes of reggeatone remind us that life and ufo.s exist

Going into battle we machette the hillside morning dew

Tenderling loving the garden in afternoon rain

Laughter floats in the wet winds, careening over hidden waterfalls

Hiding in lost boy lofts staring at the stars, listening to the secrets the trees tell the grass

Twinkling dewy wonders unlock stories of universes on brail patterned leaves

The smallest gallaxy spiraling fractals in the imagination

Goddess spirits collide, rejuvinating wonders, unlock fairy tale magic from the heart

The garden our playground the jungle our fortress
Learning, Loving, Living

A community on the hill
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Motorcycle Diaries

I.ll take you to Rio Negro, he said, But wondering wanderers riding blissful in the afternoon have magnetic bonds
Hours passed as trees flew by the wind carssed faces glowing with sun kissed radiance
Like beatnicked pondering posies we twined down mother.s path
Fists clenched into jaw shut eye lids
Teeth jittering round bounding turns over sloping hillsides
Bottomless tomorrows and sunrise todays
Pavement turning through cloud tops diving into misty forested underground
Hidden from reality of hills and forested countryside
Coaxed out by gravity and slow motion vehicles
Freefalling into the green and enveloped by the cascade
Vrooming by villagers basking in the load of a days work, while we ride by both in question of the other
Vertigo mountains melting in motion
Crystal castles in the morning light of dawn kissed hills
Spanish villas of open counry side sliding past eysight in colorful emotion
No sense unturned, rain drenched heads to soppy floppy toesicles, melted by coffee stands and empanadas made by lucious locals
Dropletts wash away fantasy
The soggy sweetness deepens on two floating bodies hoping tightly for dissapearing clouds
Awkward tensions seep with rain into muscels as laughter disapates the cold clenched hands
Lost in lyrical motion travelers part on a Valentine of synicism

Jungle Paradise

Fading into the jungle
Fleeting into the greenery with the mist
Appearing on the other side in a mystic wonderland Garden Party
Emerald green walkways leading to River paths
Simplistic suprises winding on wandering whimsicle whispers of patterned daising
Winding up machete jungles of hidden showers
Bathing in shivering shimmering tumbles
Giggling golden sunshine into quintessential moments
Exploring temples of dreaming Krishnas
Luciditiy wanes in the lonely nights
Hugging heart roses of familiarity with warmth and light
Twinkling showering love into sexy nightmares
Words of confusion, charades of misunderstanding
Declaring defiance against the vastness of existence

Pirate Tales

Cathedrals larger than the sky

Misguided Ants crawling towards cement and gold clad heavens

Against the back drop of natural wonder

Creeping clouds hide beauty waiting for curious eyes to unfold

Dancing Ecuadorian rainbow waterfalls

Love fantasies transpire in grottos beneath the candel lit moments of silence

While the rain pratterned windows gaze above hobbit homes and rushing rivers draw dalmation guides to hidden treasures in the hillside

Sun snuggled snowcaps dazzle above green furnished catepillars

Spiraling into open hearts heading into the zen wilderness

Hooplas bring debauchery as pirates raid the grass nooks of Banos and the rock craddled crevaces of Cotopaxia

San Pedro boiling over bubbles of hallucinations beneath the jungle to sounds of trumpets on the radio

Twirling circles over vast valleys in hammock comedies

Never stoping the motion of the whirling world

Quito Boondocks

Welcoming taxis with liberty statued windows
conch shell mornings and chanting robed fairies whistling through the green and blue structures
encapsulating the sun warming peaceful blessed lunches
sacred temples and bodisatvahs
giving life for the reaping and harvesting of love souls lost
in the abiss of trains and planes and places to be
mango dripped hands attract french men with sweets and pastries
pretty pink paterns alight the pastel streets
crowded with the colors of a country
accompanied by strangers with stories of even stranger describing dangers in the distance
coffee over conversation making noises in the darkness
passing police with friendly ambiance wave goodye to foreign cries
language barries breaking friendship forms
cooking sizzling bubbles of concoctions over chanting hare krishnas
toothless intentions sing short and sweet, laughter in the air of scents in unknown senses
honey bananas drip away the day in secret gardens of rooftops glitering over senseless seas

Vegas Boondocks...

As promised the continuation of the misfortunate events that lead to a truly unforgettable adventure.

The streets were dark and the desert cactuses loomed like distorted characters all around our car that was soon to fail us. Dazed in a hung over stupor from the three debaucherous nights that had superseded this moment our awareness of the world outside the small, fast moving vehicle began to fade. Slowly, as though the car had entered the same Vegas haze as its passengers, smoke began to filter through the hood until the windows were swirling with the deadly smell of gas and an overheated car.

Half in hysterical tears and half in hysterical laughter, hours passed on the darkened street, hidden from any civilization that may have existed around us. The AAA toe truck bumbled its way up the road, bouncing and screeching over the pot holes on the desert track. Strapped wearily above the streets on the bed of a toe truck, five giggling, wide eyed girls crammed once again into the desert death trap. Before heading off for an unexpected evening in hotel beds, our apparently blazed truck driver gives us a glazed, blood-shot look and says, "Now be careful girl the brakes aren't too good."