Category Archives: Burning Man

The Land of the Free

Umbrella-Chairs— Photographed by Tyler Buschman —

The Land of the Free

The Home of the Brave…

We bought what they sold

As they took what we gave

We watched what they did

Without worry or care

They hid behind flags

As they siphoned us bare

The ground which we stand

Is now dusty and bleak

A Land of the Poor

And a Home of the Meek

We used to be Free

When we used to be Brave

But now we are here

‘Cause they took what we gave


The Call

Telephone-Booth–Photographed by Tyler Buschman–

“Phone home…” is all that he said.  It sounded important, so we offered our help.

Others wanted to stop us.  I couldn’t understand why they thought as they did…but understanding lacks value when facing adversity.  So we adversed, through land and air and sea—two opposing sides competing for two opposing goals.  And in the end, we won.  We won, and they lost, and all was well in all the lands.

Until he returned.  Angry and vengeful and flanked by his peers.

I now understand why they wanted to stop us.


Love— Photographed by Tyler Buschman —

They told me it was the answer.  That no matter what it would, “find a way.”  Find a way?  Heh.  To disappear, maybe.  Down to nothing but a speck of a crumb.  “Find a way,” is something they say when they know it’s too late.  All I can do now is watch it unravel, one thread at a time.  But what’s time without worth?  Perhaps it’s the sneakiest evil.  Too much of it providing too little.  Yet here I stand, holding onto nothing more than one lonely thread.  It’s all I can do with the time we have left.



Photographed by Tyler Buschman

“Blacks and whites!” I told them.  “Nothing more than blacks and whites…”  And I was right.  But so were they.  Blacks and whites are clean.  They’re simple.  They’re safe.  But I didn’t care.  I saw color.  I saw color and wanted to show them what they were missing.  But they’d never seen color.  You can’t know what you can’t see.  So there I sat, selling cars to horsemen.  Nothing more than an unwanted luxury.  And I get it.  I really do.  But if you ever grow old of the blacks and the whites, I’ll be here.  I’ll always be here.



Secret Admirer


Auburn eyes

Skin of milk

Hair that twines

Like vines of silk…

Won’t you be

My Valentine?

Won’t you be no one’s

But mine?

Won’t you live

Inside my head

And haunt me

While I lie in bed?

I don’t know

I do not know

I do not know

If you will know

That I’m the one

Who wrote this text

And if you do

Then what comes next?

If you unveil

That I am me

What then becomes

Of us and we?

Will you and I

Become a pair

Or will my hope

Become despair?

It’s hard to know

It’s hard to see

If what’s ahead

Is you and me

But feelings

This intensely tense

Go far beyond

The bounds of sense…

So sense is out,

And logic too,

I will not stop

‘Til me and you

Have elevated

Passed defeat—

Two separate hearts

Within a beat

A sum much greater

Than its parts

A bond that’s born

Where passion starts

I’ll wrap you up

And hold us tight

Until our flame

Consumes the night

And from the ash

Our love will rise

And soar throughout

The cosmic skies

Just me and you

And you and me

Just we and us

And us and we

No one can stop

What’s meant to be

No one can stop

Our Destiny

Just me and you

And you and me—

Together through




“A Tale of Two Cities…” he thought.  “One leading Here and one leading There.  Here and There and There and Here.  Equally traveled.  Equally curious.  Equally unequal.  One is best and one is worst, but which?” he wondered.  “But which…”

Now Tyler, you see, has always been a man of certainty.  Without it he’s lost, and he hates to lose.  So there he stood, waiting for a sign.  Just waiting and waiting.  And waiting and waiting.  And waiting and waiting and waiting.  But a sign never came.  So Tyler never went.  And ‘til this day he stands, unmoved but certain.