Dreary nights put my thoughts pen to paper

Of love and laughter, my thoughts turn to her

In your busy days of architecture and software 3D

Do you ever pause for a second to think of me?

Your sleepless nights in studio, form & design

Does your heart still beat next to mine?

I know I should let you go to fly high and free

But my heart aches & shudders. I want you with me

What I know to be good, right and true

Is difficult when all I do is long for you

Did you know I thought of you every single day?

Tried to be strong but I’d fall sometimes along the way

Often times my thoughts turn against and overwhelm me

Thinking of busy days in architecture and software 3D

Temper my heart with sorrow, distance and time

When you come back, will you still be mine?

I gave you space so you can focus on what you must

Ignoring completely what it could spell for us

Maybe you did it too, maybe I’ll never know

But what we were, how could we let it go?

I’ve come to settle into a new pace for life

Thinking of sweeter times, something isn’t quite right

I need you to know I love you

But fate is unfair, what will we do?

tacos por favor

You've come out of nowhere
And somehow, when I wasn't looking,
You found yourself a place right here
Something about art, life and cooking.

Where the road goes and where it ends
I'm not exactly sure, but that's okay
In time, we can think about all that then
Where we go, I dunno - perhaps someday.

Until that day comes, I know this true
Getty, giddy, vexed, enthralled, out of breath
Silly thoughts & flights of fancy around You
You & I, and time, in time decide whats next

Who are you?

What does it mean if in order to get what you want, you lose yourself in the process?

It is in the twilight hours that my mind runs wild with rampant thoughts.
Like a handful of movie projectors all playing on the same backdrop.
I can, at the same time, pay attention to all of them and lose myself to everyone of them.
Its a complicated thing to describe- how the cogs in my mind run without end.
Like a Rube Goldberg contraption: its great to watch but serves no real function.
And try as i might, I really cant stop them. Am I senile? schizo? am I done?

The Bard In Me

In that flicker of time piercing eyes strike
Gathering the courage so that I might
Make petty talk in that awkward tone
For once, here I stand, am not alone
Mountain peaks part where our eyes meet
Of everything yet nothing my lips speak
The world is taken back and fades to grey
In that sweetest of thoughts I have stayed
What light beckons me near?
What tempest brews in here?
Moments stand still where we cannot
What honeyed affliction these arrows brought
The familiar keen sting, no blood drawn
From libations to Santa Monica and beyond
Leaps and flutters, hearts are unbound
A flash of light, a thunderous sound
Clenches at my lips and stifles the glee
The sweetest of thoughts stay with me