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Urban Decay

Slowly descending

The spiral staircase

Into urban decay

On this night long journey -

Preceded by flashlight

And followed by the full moon,

Whose eyes hold us all in

His view as the street light

Flickers in and out in orange shades.

Spirit of the Past

The spirit of the past

Lives in

The whispers of the wind and

The hoot of the hoary owl,

Which echoes sadly evermore

Against the lonely trees -

Who for days uncounted

Have seen the endless journeys of men

Come to and end beneath them -

This final respite

Marked by names and dates

On lonely tombs.

Ghost Hunting

There is a ghost in the shell

Of every old place -

Whether the unclaimed metal skeleton

Of an abandoned steel mill,

Or the spirit that lingers

On the grounds of a historic graveyard.

These ancient places carry

The immortal remnants

Of old civilization.

Exploring them to

Examine their secrets

Like an urban archaeologist -

Chasing down the answers

To urban legends

And ghost stories -

Simply to know

What came before.

Abandoned Factory

Once full of life,

This old building;

With memories locked away

Under layers of dust.

Cigarette butts and broken beer bottles

Litter the lonely lot.

Once vital and active

In the world of mortal men,

Now immortal in its skeletal frame -

The ghost in the shell of the

Abandoned factory

Speaks secrets of long misused tools,

Broken cinder blocks,

And locked away rooms -

Modern ruins and electric tombs

Long left behind

On this hidden highway.

And evermore in urban legend.

Stomping Ground

Traversing the rural fringes

Of urban reality,

Haunting the spirits

With lamps and curious minds.

Marble City

I know when you were born and died,

But I want to see beyond the moss

On your gravestone.

Who were you in life?

Old Church

I. Cathedral.

I go back in time as I brush webs of dust

From the stained glass window,

Wondering what secrets this

Old church buried with its dead.

II. Esoteric.

As stained as memory,

This old window yet reflects light

Like the sermons once held

In the holy hall.

Farewell Party (Leaving the Old Church)

The ravens on the roof

Stand guard like gargoyles -

These grim feathered ghouls

Perch atop the once proud passages

That they now pretend to own,

And sing a sad a cappella

In mockery of memory.

To End a Journey

I leave as the morning light

Lifts the late night's velvet veil

And the moon bids farewell

To the starry sky,

Wondering if warning signs

Will be like hieroglyphs

To a future age.

Into the Light

Walking at the crack of dawn on

This early morn,

Through fresh cut grass

And beside foggy fields,

My shoes soaked with dew -

I stop to take a drink

And pause to think:

This simple heavenÂ’s

GreaterÂ’n

That urban hell.

Atalaya

Dark watch tower

Overlooking the lonely beach

Built without blueprint -

Summer home sculpted

From brick and mortar,

Its plans first and solely sketched

In the dreams of a genius and poet.

Ordered chaos - artistic anarchy;

The sculpture room seems to

Summon the spirit

Of the poet's late wife -

As if the ghost

Of the lady sculptor

Haunts the mossy halls

Just to finish her last work.

Manifest Destiny

How wild was the west?

How true rang the gold,

That men sought and killed

For it?

How mighty the steed,

And how much mightier

The man who rode it

And held the law on his hip?

How long the roads of those days?

How deep the secrets?

Would the spirits of

Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp

Speak to us in the old saloon?

The above poems were excerpted from the author's online book of poetry Dark Passage (free pdf ebook download). More free books online at the Martial Media Index

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Skydivers - Most people say we're crazy. Some say we have a death wish. Psychologists say people with an inclination to take high risks are a necessary part of the continuation of our species.

We are people from all walks of life. Students, blue-collar workers, engineers, doctors, nurses, you name it. What we have in common is an infinity for a high-risk sport, skydiving. Some also participate in other sports like scuba diving, kayaking, rock climbing, skiing. There is a sense of camaraderie among us. A sense that we understand a greater truth that is missed by most people.

Mentally it is an incredibly refreshing break from "society". Skydiving is a super stress reliever. When you are skydiving, you focus on that skydive and nothing else. This keeps away all the distractions of life. No room for stray thoughts or worries here. The intense focus and the pump of adrenaline leave you feeling mentally and physically cleansed.

And yes, the adrenaline is no doubt a part of it. Your body responds to the rush of adrenaline into it, bringing with it a sense of excitement and a surge of energy. Our human bodies are made to produce adrenaline as a survival mechanism and it is being regarded more and more as a necessary part of the human experience and overall health. Something any skydiver could have already told you a long time ago.

Stepping out the door of a flying airplane has other benefits too. It makes you mentally tough. It takes a lot of mind control to go against what you have been taught about danger since a child, get a hold of your thoughts, and realize that yes, it is okay to step out that door. You acquire an increased awareness of all that is around you. You develop a confidence in yourself and a quick response as events happen around you. The sense of accomplishment is incredible. Knowing you met your fear, took control, and pushed yourself to take that step flows over into other parts of your life.

When I did my first skydive a group of us from work went. I organized the outing. Everyone had a blast but I was the only person who did more than one jump. Later, in talking with one of the guys in the group he said to me - I know that whatever I face in life, I can remember that I went up in that plane and did a skydive. If I can summon the courage to do that, I can do anything. It was great.

Okay, so enough of the psychobabble mumbo jumbo. What is the sensation? When you step out the door of a flying airplane you are in freefall until the parachute is deployed. Most skydives are done from around 10,000 ft. to 14,000 ft. providing the skydiver anywhere from 30 seconds to 70 seconds of freefall time. Stick your arm out the window of a car doing 60 mph then imagine your whole body out there going twice as fast - then you start to get a little of the idea of what skydiving feels like.

No one I've ever talked to has been able to put into words the sensation of skydiving. Even asking first time jumpers - is there any way to describe what you just did - only elicits a wide-eyed, grinning, no way.

Freefall is such a stupendous sense of freedom. You are flying through the air, able to move your body in 3D. You can fly forward, back-up, move sideways, speed up how fast you are falling and slow down how fast you are falling. Yes, you are continually falling. But during that time you are definitely flying your body. You can do flips and twists. You can stand on your feet or stand on your head. There are absolutely no limits as to which direction you can move your body.

And let there be no doubt - there is not a plane around that can give you the same view. What an awesome sight to view 360 degrees around you - the sky, the horizon, the incredible beauty of the world, right there for you to see with no obstructions. To feel you are a part of that sky.

The parachute flies like a glider; responding to the pilot's input and slicing you through the sky. It can be flown slowly and smoothly or fast and wild. But either way, with correct pilot input, it would bring you safely and softly to landing on the earth.

Why do we skydive? Who will ever understand the beauty, the freedom, the rush but someone who has been there? Truly, the sky is our playground.

Lori Steffen is an experienced skydiver who has won two medals in USA national skydiving championships, both in freestyle skydiving. Visit our site devoted to tandem sky diving at http://www.tandemskydivinginfo.com

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