Dec 8, 2012, 10:32 PM
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- Imagine unlimited flight.
What is dandy: Lyricists of mind; seldom 'chat' Phat, that. ------------------------------ The joy in Flying sky-passion is a dream. Imagine unlimited flight. Joy. Passed on, an intellectual fantasy Neither substance nor grist: few converse on freefall wonders of “If”. Celebrate Oral sky paintings: Larry Y. (RIP) , SKR, Roland, Rande (RIP), Magic John (RIP), Carl (RIP) , PYL, Kevin (RIP), Mike, Norman, Jerry, Andy, and Ray Whose images Illuminate & paintbrush our sky and eye: tête-à-tête, words, airplay, camera, ground RW. . . . Pregnant With possibilities That choke hearts in potentials & unlock fresh skies Candy. Cotton candy.
Those skydivers Who Stepped Off The Earth ___________________________________________
Have you ever stood under the midnight sky And seen silver streaks fly though the dark? In the wisdom of man they are most often called Thing like metorites, comets or sparks. But the truth has been secret since time first began In this world that we now call our own, And its time to reveal what those silver streaks are, It is time for the truth to be known.
In the world before this one there were people like us And in time they had learned how to fly, They too dove from aircraft and into freefall And like us, they had owned all the sky. But this wouldn't suffice in fulfilling their dreams So they plotted since the day of their birth, And eventually found everlasting freefall As they stepped off the edge of the earth.
So dark was the void, and no packing required And they learned there was no need to spot, Although it was cold, speed and friction was there And their fast bodies really got hot. Each skydiver flew just as he wanted to And his dropzone in space was its girth, Now flying forever we see silver streaks From those skydivers who stepped off the earth.
The next time you stand neath a dark starry sky Lift your eyes to behold up above, And you''ll see old time skydivers as they dive past the moon And perform in the sport that they love, Twas a dangerous risk, but the risk brings the gain Like we've sought since the day of our birth, They're eternally tracking, just fast silver streaks Those skydivers who stepped off the earth.
So don't let men fool you with science and such They don't know how a skydiver dreams, They can't know the thrill of flying the sky And their knowledge is small so it seems, The old time skydivers that live out in space Took the risk of that dangerous flight, They will ever be tracking, and lighting the sky With the silvery streaks of the night,