Moonlight Mile

Navajo Land (time lapse)

Love Life

I'm sitting at an airport bar knowing I have a designated driver

I hope he's more sober than me and has more experience flying an aircraft

I have none

The dusty road I leave behind will be missed as well as my brother

My brother at birth

My brother at heart

I look forward to when we meet again

Not in the afterlife

....but the real life

'Cause I hope the pilot lands the fucking airplane

Safely

So that I'm still alive

Healthy and whole

So that I can do it all over again

Fly without flapping my arms

Shove my body into an unnatural postion

Pucker up and throw my life into the hands of someone, I don't know, don't trust

I insanely pay for the privelege

Fuck it...I'm driving next time

I'll be able to bring more stuff like weapons and a backpack

I'll be able to see the headlights of death and explore the canyons and mesas of life

Stoned Tracks

I've walked a million years  upon tires of rubber and steel

Red dirt and sand roads lead to a mystery and time

The stoned tracks laid before me were more organic and silent than mine

Violent...maybe

But a harmony of whole and understanding without knowledge

Just being

Being giants and small all the same

Son, it's time...

Time to do the things for yourself that you can

I'll help you with the things you can't do by yourself

But you have to ask

I may not reach out to you all the time

Yet my arms are always open to you

Don't lie to yourself

Silence any critical voice in your head

It's bullshit and if listened to will result in heartache

I no longer see you as a child

Yet I'm still your father

Although you may be done being my son

You're still my son

I will not tolerate disrespect

When you yell I'll stop listening

When you speak to me I'll hear you

When you make a mistake I'll forgive you

But it makes no difference if you don't forgive yourself

I have nothing to offer you if that's what you choose to believe

I have many things to offer you if truth is what you seek

I've made many mistakes that you don't have to make

Question everything to uncover the truth

Not to hate but to love

Be curious

Listen

Be quiet

Be still

Be strong...like water

Humility is the water that will breakdown the hardest stone
 
Follow your heart and respect the hearts around you

Many of them have been broken...just like yours

Finally...

Always keep in mind that you are one of 7 billion people on this planet, so...

You're not alone

I gave her paper flowers

Made to burn and wish upon

To ignite a hope that one day she'll be free

Free of me and all the prisons she has built for herself

I have given her nothing but I can say I shared with her

Time, child and love

My paper heart knows that the flowers I give her will be ash one day

I will gladly watch her run away as the paper flowers burn today

Box

I watched the movers fill a truck with my neighbor's belongings today

Everything fit neatly into a nice dimensional box

Little boxes placed into a bigger yet little box that could be driven away

Driven to another place where it all could be unloaded and arranged into another dimensional box

This time maybe a bigger box than where it used to reside...or at least one with a better view

Maybe this new box is within walking distance to a boxy school, boxy hospital and boxy stores

Maybe it will be nearby a boxy job

Wherever the stuff ends up it will arrive upon paved roads traveled by many

All linear roads and sidewalks lead to boxy things

And so we live our lives with boxy underwear, boxy minds and boxy hearts

Imagine if there was a wilderness...a place where oceans, forests and sky all came together

To wander aimlessly and join the stars billions of miles away and into blackness that's infinity

Where a box is nothing and light is free to travel everywhere