to be who I was called to be for seven years imagine a part of self in time of 1956 when Hillaire was called to be a healing of place where war was. When that was my calling I sat at my grandfathers basement and sat with the book left to me and recall myself a young person.

alignment of what that was to be. I dreamt the stars of those writings in those book and now become that man in his shadow. I can ask no person anymore how to do what I do. I stand now with place of that earning but I am still dark side of the moon.

A tree the called me into travel to be.

place part of my heart into the earth far into ways I understand my ancestry.

a nightmare that was within my dreams, until moment of I gave my work to the standing bears, this place I can be myself seven years over myself.

a journey of place I was taken, dragged thru and many nights. Long for sands and wind

an eclipse made me wild for 30 seconds and remind me all capture of my great grandmother. Her art looked over and forgotten.

to keep not hate fore those who continue to tell me we are slaves of their history.

my good friend shared to me, how his great grandfather, my hero as much as Chief William Shelton were largely forgotten by most. All that mattered to me my father witness and acknowledge my work in my hands. Pull on my boots and help him in to a theater and see a legacy of Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes. For him to brush my elbow as moments of tension is all I could ever want.

this comes from me, like a dog shaking off sand.

no matter wear an eagle fights a wolf it will find itself to knower

I would dare you to be without mask

dare to be sand among white Swan and know

my father survivor, you son my friend. I die in the river at time, the known are known you know.

to be place of rivalry, know how much my heart is void without the wolves of my time. Wanting a an eagle call.

in time you will learn how much I put into this as a decendant. I am raised as I am and I can be happy in break of dawn and look at bridge. take off my shoes and be human.

Radio Silence, Loren and his spirit will exist there forever, a protection of time

peaceflul and powerful people of known.

if any one person challenges that place

claws will come out and all the birds I protect will know I am not a monkey

with a concept where one can not speak

I can not speak for my fallen but I can feel sentiment of those before me

a rare instance where I can say I wish I were Deniro for camera, we are paint and thin lines that are not interactive but understood and highly valued.

I climb a world when I can and find a way to be a lines that help me work me thru

Going out West Tom Waits

I am half of whole, a box painted with endurance hale broken a plank half way away in the world and if you found it

it would be nothing but wood and paint.

on the drive back with my father driving him back he expressed his admiration for for the actor who played Elvis in Dune 2. I help him at steps and in these moments I quiver in my chin to know I did this for my last mentor.

my reason to state this is part of humanity because Jeff Buckley when I watched him on screen, my dad said how much he looked like Jeff Buckley and touch my arm.

to know he picked up guitar at his age and play, a man of numbers to lean on an idea I am place with him.

Halajuha

all year I felt he was my enemy I leaned me arms against the bridge and knew if I jumped off I would only injure myself. I can take that gavity away from myself from my nephew. an idea of of responsibility, Where I can be at times a called from my work to lean my elbows over the bridge and watch the water run forever. Run my fingers over the last of things granted me by warriors in my pockets and rub them to they are worn almost down just pocket in my hand. This night I sent a pendant into the river because I can no longer let it hold me. It is a symbol scene of the film but it at its time should not be regarded as anything more than a necklace like a cross.

this guidance of shape and challenge I would not know how to talk to my father about it.

the deep void my father knows together we are lightning placed together when we are needed. Back of my shoulder my father knows I am nothing like him but I am an Echo of Chief White Bird and endurance of Chief Joseph as long as I am here part of that imagination.