Waiting...

"...waiting outside the lines..."

2011

What can I say about 2011?  What adjectives can I use?  All I can say is that for me this year has had serious lows with a few wonderful highs sprinkled in.  Lows that have left scars and highs that seek to heal them.  In truth, this may have been one of THE worst years of my life but in the end I'd like to believe it has served a purpose. 

It has forced me to remember what is most valuable to me.  Life, love and peace of mind through real inner freedom.  Three things that were both stolen and retaken in this very same year.  Three things that seek a new set of wings to prosper and soar with the passion they deserve.  To see my sons grow in strength and grace.  To experience love in the most beautiful of ways with those that find real value in me.  To bleed the art of verse with anguish...and joy as well.  Most of all though, to see my Lord smile at me again.

I look for this in 2012.  More than this...I will go to make sure I have them.  What ship will have me?  I'm about to find out...

The Black and White...



My hands have found hope.  They have found longing.  To touch new skin that devours with perfection and form.  To reach out and touch the face of a beauty so unique...it is meant for men like me.  Men that seek to close their eyes for the purity of heightened senses.  To experience the touch beyond the soul into the spirit...to live...in love.  To give all in the moment and anguish at its' end.  My hands have seen in shades of grey and long for the vibrancy of color and feel...I envy what is mine and as yet to have...

Para Vivir

Muchas veces te dije que antes de hacerlo
había que pensarlo muy bien,
Que a esta unión de nosotros
le hacia falta carne y deseo también,

Que no bastaba que me entendieras
y que murieras por mí,
Que no bastaba que en mi fracaso
yo me refugiara en ti,

Y ahora ya ves lo que pasó
al fin nació, al pasar de los años,
el tremendo cansancio que provoco ya en ti,
Y aunque es penoso lo tienes que decir.

Por mi parte esperaba
que un día el tiempo se hiciera cargo del fin,
si así no hubiera sido
yo habría seguido jugando a hacerte feliz,

Y aunque el llanto es amargo piensa en los años
que tienes para vivir,
que mi dolor no es menos y lo peor
es que ya no puedo sentir,

Y ahora tratar de conquistar
con vano afán ese tiempo perdido
que nos deja vencidos sin poder conocer
eso que llaman amor para vivir.
Para vivir...

In Awe



I stand in awe at the beauty of a creature made somewhere between the heavens and the earth.  An angel without wings so tender...so fragile yet so strong.  With enough strength to fly against the strongest of winds yet so tender as to fear the dread of disappointment.  With a heart fashioned for service and a beauty designed for dominance.   A wondrous enigma requiring discernment to understand.  To understand it is to understand beauty.  A soul worthy of so much....about to soar into clearer skies.  She calls to me in a dream and says "I can..."  I stand in awe...

Dejame...

Te veo y estoy enamorado. Amame sabiendo lo que soy. Amame conociendo mis faltas y mis fracasos. Amame porque lo mejor de mí tiene mas valor de lo peor. Mi hermosa mujer ... eres el cielo. Déjame verte y dar gracias a mi Padre por haber enviado a estar junto a mí. Para aliento, para amor, para consuelo y paz. Déjame llorar en tu gracia, sin juicio ni miedo. Dejame amarte con la ternura que tu te mereces. Déjame hacerte el amor con la ternura y la pasión de un poeta hambriento en busca de inspiración. Dejame ser todo lo que necesita que yo sea. Libérame de mi dolor, de mi hambre, de mi orgullo ... para amarte ...

Dejame amarte ...

Maybe So...

Ella...

Es humana...

Ella canta la canción de las sirenas. Un tono de afinación perfecta que pide a gritos amor y esperanza. La necesidad de un abrazo que calma la tempestad y la hace feliz...y ella canta.
Ella toca su instrumento con una intensidad para el bien de su propia alma. Sin ella, ella sabe que moriras...y por eso...toca.
Ella baila con la pasión de un amor verdadero. Con cada paso culminando en algo eterno y hermoso...y baila.

Ella canta, toca y baila una canción de ella que calientan las fibras de mi ser. La apertura de las puertas que me permiten creer en la belleza de nuevo...para creer en la verdad. Para creer cuando tu me dice "Yo soy el que digo que soy"...para simplemente creer...

Ella es...tan hermosa

Ella es...tan humana

Ella es...arte


** Nota Gracias Sol, Barbara y Cristian para la inspiración de esta pieza

She...

Is human...

She sings the song of sirens.  A pitch perfect tone that cries out for love and hope.  A need for an embrace that calms the storm and makes her happy...and so she sings.
She plays her instrument with the intensity of one that must play for the sake of her own soul.  Without it, she knows she would die...and so she plays.
She dances with the passion of the truest love imaginable.  With every footstep culminating into something eternal and beautiful...and so she dances.

She sings, she plays and she dances a song that warm the very fibers of my being.  Opening doorways that allow me to believe in beauty again...to believe in truth.  To believe you when you say "I am who I say I am"...to just believe...

She is...that beautiful

She is...that human

She is...art


Note*Thank you Sol, Barbara and Christian for the inspiration that led to this piece

Expression...

What is expression? 

Expression is the exhaling of everything inside...everything.  What that means is unique to each individual and event.  Expression in art is the exhaling of a passion towards truth in pieces and form such as the expression in love is the exhaling of passion that takes on the form of soft finger tips...or nails.  I truly believe every soul has a song just as every heartbeat has its own rhythm.  Find yours and let it out before it's too late.  I'm almost there...or have I arrived?

When We Listen

Friday night I was priviledged yet again to go back to that little wine bar and listen to my friend Andreas Arnold play his Flamenco guitar.  I listened as he played an original piece based off a poem that he wrote and had translated into Spanish.  Julia sang the verses as he played.  It was an amazing piece.  To add to that, he had learned the first part of "Vidalita" in a short period of time.  A difficult song I had posted here.  They nailed it.  Julia made it her own and he played giving it the care it deserved.

They are going to Spain for 2 months and I wish them well.  There is no question in my mind that this young man will go far.  You see he fell in love...with passion.  Once that happens, you ache for her, you follow her and you see her to her end.  Once struck with that particular arrow, there is no turning back.  All because he listened.  God bless you and your talent my friend

After his piece I said to myself "There is something special here"...because I listened.