Not Afraid...

It's been a ride...

Guess I had to go to that place...to get to this one

Aleluya Part Deux...

Some people, they just amaze you.  Thier care goes beyond anything you could imagine.  Their love extends farther than you thought.  Their acceptance is as if looking into the mirror of their own soul and their passion...equal to yours.  Wow...what soul could exist in such a beautifully made package...I say "yes" lol

Aleluya

Acompáñame a Estar Solo...

Acompáñame a Estar Solo

Ricardo Arjona

(Translated "Accompany Me in My Solitude")

Accompany me in my solitude
To purge me of my ghosts
To lay in bed without need for a touch
Accompany me in my mystery
As to why we're not together
To sleep without thinking anything will happen
Accompany me in my solitude

Accompany me in my solitude
Accompany me in silence
To speak without words
To know that you're there and so am I...right beside you
Accompany me in the absurdity of holding you without contact
You in your place and me in mine
Like a guardian angel
Accompany me in my solitude

Accompany me
To say without words
The blessing there is in having you and remaining unfaithful in my solitude
Accompany me
To want you without ever saying it
To touch you without ever even touching the reflection of your skin against the light
To think of me living for you
Accompany me in my solitude

Accompany me in my solitude
To calibrate my fears
To poison my memories a little
To love you just enough
And to want you the way I want you
To detox from my past
Accompany me in my solitude

Chorus
And if the lights go out
And if hell is set aflame
And if I feel lost
I'll know that you are with me
With a kiss that rescues
Accompany me in my solitude

Acompáñame a Estar Solo...;-)

The Truth...

Do you know what it's like to be loved?  I mean really loved?  Loved to the point that you cannot fathom someone so great at your side?

I do...

It is humbling.  It is incredible.  It makes me want to be all that they see.  It makes me want to give them what they deserve for loving me the way they do...all they imagine...all the best in me.  It makes me a man...something you can't fake. 

I will be all I said I would be.  I'll do it for me...I'll do it for God in me...and I'll do it for them :-)

Beautiful

Beautiful is how you curl up next to me naked at night.  Beautiful is how blessed you feel to be there.  Beautiful is feeling that tickle in my belly when you cant help but smile about something in me you admire.  Beautiful is our union.  Beautiful is natures way of saying "yes".  It is surrender.  It is sacrifice.  You can't fake beautiful...it just is. 

I know them well and I for one am grateful...

Hablando Del Amor...

"Para matar el llanto..."

Poesia...Brujeria...

Yeah...somethin like that lol

Into You...

Yes...

Consider this...breathing

A writer writes and as he does...he breathes.  The inhale and exhale of the moments "air".  Describing what he sees, what he feels...even sometimes, what he wants...what he desires.  Every word has meaning.  Every word has "breath" or "spirit".  Every word has life. 

To reread a piece is to relive it.  Every line that was meant for you, for me...for us.  Comes back sharp and clear as though it were written yesterday.  When pieces are true...they are timeless and formless.  They fit everywhere and they fit nowhere.  They are specific and vague.  One word means something and the other is meant to have no meaning at all.  The "bi-polar" sessions of a writer are honest even when he's confused...like now ;-)

Compiling my pieces for my book has taken me down a memory lane of drastic emotional extremes.  I feel what I've written and the memory of each breath still has life.  Still has meaning and form.  Something I know will always be true.  Reading them again brings me the vivid imagery I was trying to recreate through verse and most all of them dealt with intensity and passion.  Between yesterday and today I have visited Bahrain, Texas, Pier 17, Gelston Ave and of course...where I am now.  There is so much life in what one writes.  If it is honest...it will live forever...

Into Dust...

Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Inside me today
Around broken in two
Til your eyes share into dust
Like two strangers turning into dust
Til my hand shook with the weight of fear
I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Under your fate
It was you, breathless and torn
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
Into strangers, turning into dust
Turning into dust
 Turning into dust