Audio disrupter satellite signalling down to my mind,
Into the void with vivid all terrain skates, radical thunder flipped out blues,
Monumental countryside inspired with chunky skateboard fantasticality.
Blurring a receptive eye, golden wheels burning amidst stars, flaming into the glare.
A cool breeze and a sea sifted kite flashing with a myriad of colours,
Sparking break dance beats, with kung-fu influenced manoeuvres in motion,
Angular camera point of view to, blinding flash, aggressive move pulled with style,
Floating boats rocking the night with fairground lights amidst.
A shining star trail, comet blazing fire magnetised only by the atmosphere,
Three sixty flipping down staircases embedded and long lasting,
Monolith structures intriguing and pyramid bursting fever executes stunts,
Real and forever, just touching the screen in a dream.
The remote sensor on a stereo metal machine activates sounds vast and bold,
I'm soaring on a hover board across the exiting woodland,
One eighty spinning over gorges in a valley formed by huge icebergs long ago,
My talents are shining, I owe everything to God.
POEM COPYRIGHT PAUL JONATHAN STOKES ,
ART COPYRIGHT JON HAWARD 2011