The Big One

I can't say I've seen a lot, nor can you

I've seen a lot of the same over and over

A face or two

Insolent behavior and opulent decor

Things we wish not and vote for

It is a reality of repeats, inescapable defeats 

Disguised and painted to look different like victory

Flavored novelty and change... it's irony

Wisdom and truth is always the same

The Big One I like to call it

It's the keeper of the space in between

The ruin comes when we look for a change of scene

Enjoy the view

...the one in front of you

Ukelele

The sound of hope and the rising sun played on

...upon a fretted board and nylon strings tuned to G, C, E, and A

Blisters and mahogany

Resonate the ear in front of me

Beat the heart that's inside of me

Play a sad note... all minor and flat

To remind me of happiness and time that's past

And I'll take care of you

... so happy when I am blue

My body to the sea

Follw me

Deep I will go to a lovely embrace

Not cold nor dark will I mind

Just tidal breath will you find

Commit my soul to the ocean and I will never be missed

Forgotten...maybe

But never lost or lonely will my company be

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