tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201849822009-10-17T07:00:56.700-06:00Running free, running wild, running sleddogs.... A glimpse into the life of a dog driver tired of this over populated, industrialized world--in quest of a more back to nature life style, through the existence of Siberian Sled Dogs.T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-79434054790601893542009-10-17T06:59:00.001-06:002009-10-17T07:00:56.709-06:00

Phantom trails lure rambling bonesAnd I ride with primitive soulsIts hard to stomach the unknownMay the trail render its sweet carrion

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-40036512177373549952008-09-18T15:02:00.001-06:002008-09-18T15:02:58.830-06:00

We get by on a whimAnd we live in our ramblin wayWe have pushed and pushed to the endWhere we await an outcomeOld times have changedWe are exposed with our weight resting on faithChaos surrounds us and helplessly we flailThere is a spectacular view in our wakeWe are getting a feel for lifeAnd thanking God as life fills our lungsT.J. Shrader

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-34051482374370158472008-07-16T20:32:00.000-06:002008-07-16T20:33:47.324-06:00

Step through the ghostly barriers of societyWhat is not ingrained, what is not seeded;is hidden and unmentionedWe must think for ourselves, to live, to really liveThere is more you can see, more you can feelThere is a vibration that she emits and she is thrivingJust think for yourself, and overcome the fearThe fear that is ingrained, the fear that is seededT.J. Shrader

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-50065426641948940862008-06-16T10:32:00.002-06:002008-06-16T10:36:35.600-06:00

Society has a grip;It’s hard to breathe and existReality is hardly near;More so absent or rarely engagedEmbark and stray to where reality dwellsFind that air is clean in currentsLand is vast and flourishingBe engulfed by the unknownAnd truth will take holdT.J. Shrader

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-17995750925861172472008-05-17T18:28:00.002-06:002008-05-17T18:43:29.467-06:00

Days come warmer with the lingering sun. Limbs bare buds brining deer back in numbers. Dogs sprawl atop dog houses. Prey drives surface with blowing coats. Hunters bare teeth dismembering wild hares leaving bowels at my feet. Blood goes down easy with fall on my mind. Red faces prowl. Bitches practice cannibalistic tendencies. Sinking teeth into the weak sparks a brush fire. All out brawls alter

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-29546546757205385742008-04-11T17:56:00.001-06:002008-04-11T17:57:57.231-06:00

I remember spinning, dropping to the groundBeneath a forceful wind onto sprawling blankets of rock belowThere is a place where trees can’t growWhere a breathing wind sucks air from your lungsAnd sun leaks light into color before youWhere grass swirls taking your eyes across an infinite viewAnd there’s no path to lead you thereThere is a place perfect for a first kissAnd I can't forget how her

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-77063998843559332272008-04-01T20:04:00.001-06:002008-04-01T20:05:46.632-06:00

Face to face and I can’t back out nowWalls of gray, swirling specks of whiteEven strong souls can’t stomach the stormWhile violent winds consume and digestI can’t back out now, riding into the eye of a stormI’m a danger to myself and no one elseWe’ll ride it out and chase the sky back to blueFace to face and I can’t back out nowWe’ll ride it out and chase the sky back to blueT.J. Shrader

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-4876214786055407572008-03-01T00:14:00.001-07:002008-03-01T00:26:04.057-07:00

I have taken hits two fold as fires burn in the cold. I fret as they call me out at dusk to tap into bravery and surface my guts. To overcome and eliminate radicals that rampage with violent forces. Limits are barriers and when the sun withdraws there is a reason to kill and the burden lies with me.T.J. Shrader

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-30862855775136189352008-02-29T23:28:00.003-07:002008-02-29T23:35:20.161-07:00

As a rule, life leaves us in the blue--powerless and vulnerable. Uncontrollable arrangements are premeditated for us and as a result we question our purpose and in doing so, spawn a quest for reason. We are faced with trials and tribulations that offspring in such an array one can’t ignore a greater intention. These events leave us with the mind to learn and with room to grow revealing our nature

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-47426195190823973332008-02-26T21:02:00.002-07:002008-03-01T18:14:07.369-07:00

The ghost of a friend walks with meTo follow red strewed across whiteA breeze reeks and risesThe head of a fallen deer lies Scavengers circle in a phantom sky Nearby a lion stalks And I walk with a bad streakT.J. Shrader

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-88672826890030439662008-01-23T10:31:00.000-07:002008-01-23T10:47:46.476-07:00

I have found my groove and I want to leave a deep markEven though dedication seems ever long and filling when you’re running in the darkI’m still running these dogs long after my head lamp fades outI run with shadows leaping and shadows creepingI run with creatures that peek from behind dark, dark treesThe wind surges and I can't see or think clearFrightened of what can come of it as my fox ruff

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-51158308559519207112008-01-13T19:40:00.000-07:002008-01-13T19:49:27.687-07:00

I coax a distant sun to let slip rays.And the creeping cold reminds me;After a certain point, warmth is so hard to feel.I have seen shadows running free.I see what many never do.I have found fear I cannot see.A fear I feel and it creeps upon me.To run against the grain is hardWhen you feel what you fear.As the colors of the sky change with a shifting wind.Pray the sun casts warmth over me.I rely

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-65048243895709695032008-01-10T10:33:00.000-07:002008-01-10T10:56:51.860-07:00

Traveling and treading high countryOn borrowed time, on borrowed landLand that embodies new beauty to these eyesLandscapes bring warmth to a drifting heartCrystalline powder falls deep far as the eye can seeMy time here is borrowed and I just want to wanderI want to leave and not returnOn borrowed time, on borrowed landWinter skies reign the dayBitter cold enters skin and you learn;Chilled bones

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-35681791856133645762008-01-09T06:28:00.001-07:002008-01-09T06:38:32.975-07:00

They have made a transitionTreading back country trailsThrough deep powder and blistering windsRunning with something to proveTraveling through high country trailsThrough poor visibility and blizzard conditionsThey have evolved into true running dogsOh, how proud I am of my mid-distance dogsT.J.

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-66597762812403445152007-12-30T12:05:00.000-07:002007-12-30T12:06:36.160-07:00

There he sat beneath the spruce, his appearance primitve in nature A glimpse I had yet to catch, had yet to witness Beneath a heavy winter sky; low lit and gray Above that, there he sat through wind, through blowing snow His head bowed, his ears erect, his eyes closed, his long coat blowing in the wind He sat underneath a heavy and heavenly winter sky Beneath the spruce he talked to those

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-81127786558244107812007-12-24T02:22:00.000-07:002007-12-24T08:38:29.894-07:00

Error leads to disorderMinor mistakes growAnd the moon glows amongst pineSurroundings are so calmControlled chaos leaps in boundsMistake after mistakeAdds fuel to fireExhilarating high spiritsDevelop ways of reactionTo cope at a matured effortFull-blown when all said and doneAnother day, another runT.J.

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-714573154925830412007-12-24T02:02:00.001-07:002007-12-24T02:02:23.058-07:00

I come out from under a rockSquinting at first lightAnd I walk off the beaten pathAll day searching and feelingTaking life in with a lung fullAnd life as I know it just took a nose dive30 feet below the surfaceThe sun flickers and faintsWhen you're not next to meI don't stomach the glowing city lightsAnd there is no color if there's no lightThis is my life, I hope you'll sing alongT.J.

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-88195700166071731072007-12-24T02:00:00.000-07:002007-12-24T02:01:12.293-07:00

Tonight I drag out an anthology and museCasting a yellow tint castling this valley and its ridgeFacets of you and me in fleeting frenzied viewsPurple came in transit from under a raven's wingGrazing my face passing through the crop of a farming groundCrickets sing in lower elevations through star light viewsMaking friendship bracelets with my arteries are you amused?I walk through this valley of

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-9483092118051093042007-12-22T17:22:00.000-07:002007-12-22T17:31:22.876-07:00

It was either the shortest dayOr the longest nightThe sun briefly set at a further angleAnd winter finally set inThe temperature droppedAnd we learned about coldWith a mercury bluesT.J.

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-83195768329407704002007-11-25T18:54:00.001-07:002007-11-25T18:54:48.650-07:00

They seize meaning and disregard any logicThey take elements and divide them in twoTaking one and disregarding the otherThey seize risk and disregard any opportunityThey take elements and divide them in twoTaking one and disregarding the otherThey live by this unexplainable wayA creed that changes with the windAs they seize any risk for meaningAnd disregard any opportunity for logicThey live a

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-78685357175287955312007-11-23T20:23:00.000-07:002007-11-23T21:15:49.343-07:00

From faithful and keen friendsEmbers glow to rid the soulFrom the ashes of the bones I grindOut of pastels and whiteRises muted images of innocenceEverything has a soulEvery man has his poisonT.J.

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-67278428776605315882007-11-19T15:31:00.000-07:002007-11-21T20:11:01.277-07:00

If only one thing I say is trueI have found and am positioning myselfWhere love radiates and truth liesI am telling you my life will never be the sameBelieve what I say to be trueI am on the brink of a forest callingI am not alone through any of thisTogether we yearn for the coldWe embrace the passing nightWe wake to grasp the lightThe me you once knew is no longer with usNo longer walking about

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-26416418402295188532007-11-11T11:30:00.000-07:002007-11-11T23:43:14.209-07:00

This morning through a whirling cloud of dirt, I encountered a demon with yellow eyes, horns and all. I approached her. She lunged and bit into my face. Her bite covered from my nose to my eye. After the dust settled she realized her emotions took over. She harnessed her fury and ran. She ran hard. She ran like there was no tomorrow as if death was creeping upon her hocks. She stood out. She

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-51004253470487762032007-11-02T16:46:00.000-06:002007-11-02T16:47:19.880-06:00

No matter how far away you areI can still hear your desperate criesFor control through a false livelihoodIt's so obvious you need to get what you wantOr the world will burn at your fingertipsDeliver your words and hope someone hearsThere's a strong wind tonight and it may carryIt may leave you gasping for another breathGasping for another chanceI highly doubt you could read the signsCross your

T.J. Shradernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20184982.post-35421765039351408892007-10-27T13:00:00.000-06:002007-10-27T15:24:07.737-06:00

She came alone.During a blizzard brought by Chinook winds.She came to run.To set fire to trails narrow and wide.Her beating heart pumps venom.She breathes speed.She exhales fire.My little fireball. My little hellion.Cold Canyon's Sora Ridge

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