The Sprinkler

Check out pictures from my latest film, "The Sprinkler."


http://www.thesprinklermovie.com/art/stills1/index.html

holding down the honk

hold the universe,
light of never.
be, be, be:
experiencing.
loving,
learning,
the UN-chapter ed book.
feeding my feelings,
parsnips and war.
fuzzy pollutants so ingested,
forged every instance of being.
sticky mud pudding,
often feels molded.
while sketching the zippers of soul.
struck by saving,
end eye's world of the beholder.
before 1987, 30" wastes,
after strip club tennis shoes.
then devoured by Pickford penguins.

internal

internal psyche or external influence?
stew the two together.
mash the grinds.
ensue the fines.
not one is seemingly better.
in the end, comprehend.
the story that i'm sayin'
night or day.
we sailed away.
cosmic mix of treasure.

something magic about being home

there's something magic about returning home. it's like digging deep to find your roots. the lost love, the old emotions. everything there, yet faded like wallpaper with time. there wont be many more years to go back to this place. it's constantly changing. it's beautiful, that's what it is. i love scottsdale, my family, the smell of spring here. hanging with my sister. the comfy couches in our living room. sipping tea. discovering the new album by angus and julia stone. it's truly something my heart needed.

i'm pursing my dream still. we all should be. giving 100% to what our thoughts, dreams wishes are. or else what does life matter? we are here, in this space. in this time. make it what you want I think.

my film is in the phoenix film festival this weekend! very excited to see everyone. a lot of old friends and family. lost love, my old short got an IMDb credit and miles is finishing the music! woot. woot can't wait. not to mention "the sprinkler" footage looks amazing!

i'm sitting at starbucks - the one i used to spend so many high school nights at, keeping my fingers crossed that martha gets to go to paris, france for this feature i just read. man it would be amazing to go with her! still hoping that boston pulls through! :).

thoughts at the theater

money isn't the root of all evil. hate is. insecurity is. life has nothing to do with the paycheck you receive. the fame you've accumulated. how many friends you have. life isn't about regretting the past, wishing to be the next big craze or even being the best dressed. these are all things we've created. society creates beauty, right & wrong, the way you should walk, talk and be. it's about waking up and appreciating every morning, observing the beauty of nature, the rawness of the human soul. it's about not viewing imperfections. rather embracing life lessons. telling stories, listening to your surroundings and lots, and lots of laughing. we get so clouded by fame, greed & the thought of permanence. everything changes. leaves fall, hearts break, people grow, cities burn. but out of these changes, rising from the ashes like a phoenix, we become smarter, we build better, we learn from the past. stop and open your ears up to the knowledge of our ancestors. we endure the same human needs, wants and desires. when we are young we mush aside the distant future - as if growing old is too far away. wake up to the idea of growing gray, and don't be afraid of your weathered self. we must shed the skin we paste onto our faces, return to the basics and revitalize the self. life is about being here int he moment and being happy. we can look forward to tomorrow, but it must not rule us because no matter how exciting we thing it is. it probably isn't what we expect. don't wast this gift of time - we never know when it will end. life isn't about categorizing, rather it's about prioritizing and noticing the differences and accepting them. beauty will always be around us, everywhere. beauty is the natural. can't you see? let it go. stop holding onto the things that don't exist. be free. be flexible. your heart know what's right. no matter how much work goes into something, be okay with walking away if you discover it's not real. never give up when you know... because when you know, you know. people are starving. how are we okay with that? it's all about walking, walking forward with friends. the only answers are the ones we create. believe.

The Swing

i love this swing... yes i do.
it's hidden away in runyon too.
maybe you'll find it, maybe you wont.
it's kinda magic... i'll end on that note.


photo by: brent dundore

prompt: space...

I find in my life I'm alone a lot. Drifting, floating, being. All the lights are off as I slowly make my way through the never-ending Universe. Black pits and holes of my emotional expressions reverberate through the vulnerable and untouchable gaps in my cranium. The Milky Way is my guiding light as I dream and make plans - sometimes they're out of this world! I am me. I have myself, since birth I must learn to not depend. Independent space of thought, independent space of physicality. Do this , do that. Who can see my smile I so desperately want to share. Perhaps I am alien as I continue my drift. I wave to the nearby planets. Nodding to the cosmic waves of my youth. I am not trapped. I simply just am. I breathe each breath in, nut no oxygen envelopes my lungs. Let go, stop fighting. Just continue. Earth is the tiny sticker on the park bench we call home. What happens when we are gone? Does anyone else care besides ourselves? Let me compare the ant and the magnifying glass. We control the death, slowly melting them, grinning with amuse and delight. They care, we don't. Space, more like space of mind. What we think is what we are and what we are is that very ant. Listen to the song of the galaxies' soul as the Andromeda and our begin to collide. It's all a part of the process - the process of getting old.