Beginnings...and burned out yesterdays!

Misfortune and deception can bring about an unintentional and stunning resurrection in ones essence.

I find that I am now tired of these burned out yesterdays and the thoughts of what has been.

Thoughts become alive if one chances on opening up to find the brilliance hiding underneath.

There are flakes of sunlight appearing on my tongue and I feel I have to say...

Were you that dream? Were you that thing? Are you the only true reflection that could open my eyes...pulling me from the famine and mendacity of these past histories?

You have made me want to see within, and that's a step I couldn't find for fear of what I might unearth and try to mask…its funny what we will try to be.

But, I am rapturous that you broke that trepidation and opened me to times of delicacy and what's truly dear to come.

There is a hope in me now that envelopes my life.......and I have found that through YOU!

Here are me and my stunning little ladies doing a dance to Spoon's song Underdog. I am a total geek in the video but, I don't care...I love my ladies and we had fun!!!

An unwritten life.

Fingers slip through open palms, while your scent lingers just...one...last...time...

Wisps of your essence fade like dew upon the last tulip in November.

Your smile is the sun my lady, and...fallen men, like me need the sun.

But, you set...

My pupils register your brilliance one last time.

Footsteps fall, and we hear the click as doors close.

Tangible love is lost.

We exit, but not the same direction this time.

I feel you fade...

You feel me fall...

Away we go to new beginnings and and unwritten life, yet to be told.

...baby DRY EYES!!!

I had placed my heart into a thing, temporary and imaginary.

Finding it all to be nothing but a dream, a sham, a seam and a lie of something in a basic tragedy.

As my eyes burn and sting they begin to lose those bright thoughts of fresh beginnings.

Closed air circles around me, pulling me into streams of tears.

Finding no reasons left to believe, we are ghosts lost and forgotten.

Every night I find one less reason to die.

...oh my dear, dry those eyes!

Snowbird Sunday Sept 20, 2009

OK, so enough of the "broken heart and soul"...right? Here are some pictures of me with my ladies (Hannah and Bella) up at Snowbird this past Sunday Sept 20, 2009. We were with family and it was a great reminder of what is really important...my ladies, my family, and being happy just being a dad!

Isn't it...

Isn’t it funny, how we see things differently?
Isn’t it odd, how we lie to believe?
Isn’t it something that the end can actually be a beginning?

Doors open “and” close.

Why don’t we get the option to choose when to open and when to close?
Why can't we choose the right and not the wrong?

Sanity is a comfortable lie.

These are those moments.

These are those moments you have lost in time and have opened to pretending.

I look back on those years and watch the veins of memories slowly disappear.

We've made SO much of forgetting.

Watching as the principles of love dissipate down that hallway we called home.

We have come together and split apart, all the while pummeling into a million jagged splinters of destiny's past.

There are those "things" worth fighting for, dying for, crying for...

...apparently I wasn't one.