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I SEE YOU
I see you with your a board that is new
Your checkered Vans and Indy shirt, too.
You hang at every ramp, checkin' out the scene
Watchin' and wonderin' just what it all means.
Well I'm gonna give you a little piece of mind,
Look at your shirt, it says, "Built To Grind"
Watchin' and Wonderin' won't get you there.
Grab your board and get outta that chair
Don't be intimidated by the eyes of your peers,
They are here now 'cause they faced their fears.
Cop a good attitude, be determined & aware
Listen to others when advise is for share.
Energy is created by the power in your mind.
Use that power, get that grind.
Bonnie Blouin
Manakin Sabot, VA
Brian Brannon, shot like a cannon,
saw a dry pool, grabbed his tool.
Himself he did send into the shallow end.
Photo: D. Pendleton.
THE KILLER POOL
Somewhere near Statesville, there lies a killer pool.
Everyone that skates it says it's really cool.
The location of this radical spot
Is kept a secret, believe it or not.
This keeps out the wimps and others who don't skate a lot
We set out one Saturday morning to find this fabreg
We vowed to look for it until we turned blue in the face
We searched all over town and then sonia,
until we had to stop because we hit a bum.
He was dead, that was plain to see;
so we hid the body, naturally.
As we finished the deed, I said, "That pool
could be anywhere! For instance,
it could be near that abandoned house in the distance
At this everyone seemed to know,
that house was the place to go!
When we arrived we couldn't believe our eyes.
What we saw was a definite surprise.
There was a round pool with thirty foot walls.
To ride this pool you had to have big balls.
As we looked down the walls, which were extremely high.
we noticed a dead skater's body, attracting flies.
"He must have tried to drop in someone said,
and when ho got to the bottom he landed on his head
As we removed the lapdy, wo wondered how long it had been there.
It must have been long, because there was a rank small in the air
No one asked who he was. No one really cared.
We were there to skate and there wasn't time to be scared.
Once we got into the pool we started to skade
although we know we were tempting fate.
The pool was smooth and extremely fast
and we knew that every ride could be our last
At the end of the day, when it was getting hard to see
we counted up our losses while resting under a tree
Three skaters were dead, two had broken legs.
one had a broken arm and there were four empty kegs
As we left the pool, a voice from nowhere seemed to say,
"Come again and skate another day."
Joe Hartine
Statesville, NC
BAIL-IF
Your body gets weightless as you drift your airs high.
The blur of the crowd as you grind on by
Grasping the rail for the next coming air
Your eyes seek reality, the mind is aware.
Thrust up the wall and click off the tile
Extend your back leg, throw in some style.
Pulling back in, the coping looks mean.
Dodging the hang-up, you land real clean.
The glare off the tile, the grind marks are clear.
Getting sketch is no sweat, it's slamming you fear.
Overextend a handplant with quite a long stall.
You've got this trick wired, there's no way you can fall.
But your trucks then connect with sudden impact,
Gravity takes over and hurls you on your back.
The moral of this story is not to lose or win.
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
Kevin Rucks
See Livmo Joe, backside over the channel he go. Photo: BK.
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