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.

...things fall apart!

We stand together, alone on an empty stage. My words fall breathlessly down upon your naked skin. I speak bits of charcoal, and flame and your toes pigeon together. Tears begin to trail like shards of glass down your porcelain cheeks, cutting into the bits of soul we still have left. Heads begin to tilt and we lose ourselves in that instance. The last true portions of honesty and loss fall off our tongues. Your eyes melt into mine, and our souls are finally two beings again. So much for being soul mates... I exit left, this stage is yet again left alone. ....everything has changed, nothing is the same.

...those dreams

It's early and your arms feel good around me. I just want to fall right back with you into that time we knew the writing on the wall. Your soft breath is hot against my shoulder bone.
Your sighs and subtle motions pull me in and bring me home.
Those moments early in the morning where motions fell right into place and dreams stayed the same... ...with you dancing around in hearts and bringing me welcome purpose.