31 July 2006


Every part of knowing that every section of the preparation is in an effort to make one thing into something more.

This is just real life...

The other day, just passed
That moment you looked at me
You hadn't the need to say
I could see you believed it

30 July 2006


Protective Layer, BD 2006

Echoes III

Everywhere there is a leafy sound of rising, running, flowing. If we should place our ears to the ground, we might hear the pulsing of a heart.

--Ward Dorrance

29 July 2006

Limn (Side B)...

Four, BD 2006

28 July 2006

Moments: Not Saying Goodbye, But Saying Hello...

I had waited months for that one embrace and it contained all the shared moments, the hopes, the dreams, the struggles.

Although the wait wasn't as long, the satisfaction of that initial embrace we shared was immense. Reaquinting myself with her scent, my eyes feasting, my arms reaching around her; feeling her fit me again - this was the moment.

Q & A One...

What’s he like?

He is a mathematician, poet, writer, artist, musician. A composite of things that aren’t supposed to go together... multifaceted.

What do you like about her?

Her beauty, intelligence, she is good fun – I enjoy all the time I spend with her, she cares and understands me.

27 July 2006

Ark (Arch Continued)...

True love is the kind of feeling that wakes the soul; only to stroke it. Its the kind of warmth that makes us thirst for more, it can sow the seeds that bloom beautiful growth under the brightest of the lights, it sparks the fire within our hearts.

Limn (Side A)...

One, BD 2006

26 July 2006

He fills

All of my empty spaces.

24 July 2006

Moments: The Time Has Come (Continued)...

As I travel to her. Thinking how our progression along our path will continue. We remain in awe of how it is we managed to build and maintain a bond of such unrelenting strength; an amazing, unique, wonderful, beautiful link.

No matter how long they last, you feel the moments gone too soon...

Our impetus: Travelling, moving toward, making some more special memories, bringing dreams to life - sharing other little things, it all starts again. Our moments to be made.

The chorus of ordinary things being extraordinary, with the one most extraordinary. Encore...

Sequel (She Came From The Sun Continued)...

More Line, BD 2006

Welcome Home

23 July 2006

He Makes Her His Queen

I told him, 'I am only a little rose or autumn crocus of the plain of Sharon, or a humble lily of the valleys that grows in deep and difficult places.'

But he replied, 'Like the lily among thorns, so are you, my love, among the daughters. '

'Like an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons!' I cried. 'Under his shadow I delight to sit, and his fruit is so sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love, for love waves as a protecting and comforting banner over my head when I am near him. I can feel his left hand under my head and his right hand embraces me!'

He says to all the rest, 'I charge you, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field which are free to follow their own instincts that you not try to stir up or awaken my love until it pleases. '

Vividly I picture it, the voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills. 'My beloved is like a gazelle. Behold, he stands behind the wall of our house, he looks in through the windows, he glances through the lattice.

My beloved spoke to me saying, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth and ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.'

So I went with him, and when we were climbing the rocky steps up the hillside, my beloved shepherd said to me, 'O my dove, while you are here in the seclusion of the clefts in the solid rock, in the sheltered and secret place of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.'

My heart was touched and I fervently sang to him my desire and said take for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards of our love, for our vineyards are in blossom.

My beloved is mine and I am his! Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, return hastily, O my beloved, and be like a gazelle as you cover the mountains which separate us.

Ivy (Growing Under The Layers Of Your Blossoming Light)...

This Is Your Purple, BD 2006


I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you are...

...in every single thought that you have, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you...

...the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me...
- 'Melvin Udall'

Comfort Column (Continued Further Still)...

A Different White (Bright/Light), BD 2006

Shades of Blue

Vast and bright
Adorned with wisps
Deep and dark
Depths filled with light
Cool relief
In the blazing heat
Gentle persistence
Cutting glory into the earth
Falling from heaven
Bending colors into bright bows

To me he is the sea

22 July 2006

Follow The Layers...

Guideline, BD 2006

Do You Know (Continued)...

Do you know?

That you draw out the best in me, that your light illuminates the fragments of my inner most self that no other could reach? That your songs and your words travel through my ears to the deepest regions of my soul? That your attentive ears hear the slightest change of tone; that you hear sound to understand and know me the way no-one else ever has? Before I met you I was a vessel, a number. Your beautiful mind created me; what is special is only so because it has been found and bound to you my special. You fit perfectly inside the shell I provide to be the beauty of the one; the core. You warm my bones and you stroke my soul. You are within my heart and there is nowhere I'd rather you were. We have a (64) rhythm.

I am twined in you...

Naturally (The Way Forward Paved Under Light)...

Current To Light, BD 2006

21 July 2006

The Stages (Are Linked)...

Two meet in hope
A connection made
They begin tender exploration

Two souls created to be
Together as one being
Take faltering steps

Souls melding seamless
Thoughts intertwined
Expressive warmth

Tenderness shared
Emotions laid bare
Accepted and safe

Peerless and pure
Joined by the cure
Of freedom sure

Airy ascending
Wind rushing
Almost deafening

Level flight soaring
Effortless pearls
Treasured and bright

Two hearts joined in joy
Spring hopeful now
Resting in each other

Serene, tranquil, at peace.

Little Dreams Of Sharing Little Things Like - Views...

Span, JT / BD 2006

20 July 2006


077) How I feel lost when we upset our routines.

Reminders Everywhere (Continued)...

Paving Pages, BD 2006


...your cheering light assures me I am not utterly lost... - Andrew of Padua

19 July 2006

Stage VI...

Our Links (Latice), BD 2006

Moments: Found...

Quando mi affondo alla terra
Annegandosi nelle nubi
Quando lo guardano
Non faccio suono
Allora sono stato trovato
Aiutato dalla folla
Così gli ho cantato alto il mio amore per

If Yesterday Is A Memory, Is Tomorrow Ever What It's Supposed To Be...

Faded Lines From Travelling Layers, BD 2006 [REVISION]

5 By 5...

Three in ten
Till god knows when
Past the hundred
Still no dread
Left after four
Thirsty for more
Nine shows sign
Of ending the line

18 July 2006

Fruits Of Love...

Nourished In Colour, BD 2006

Moments: Pause...

DTIME(T2) - U{DTIME(T1) T1 log T1 E o(T2)} != 0

17 July 2006

Reminders Everywhere...

Sweetest, BD 2006

Stage V...

Our Passion (Warmth), BD 2006

Sleep And Active Dreams...

One enters the night in order to explore it and the twilight is its threshold. Interior darkness, darkness of the terrestrial depths, the romantic symbolism passes with ease and intuition from one world to the other. The nocturnal sky blends with the subterranean world of hells. The texts of time testify to that...

(But the light is like a materialisation of the ungrasped, the intersection of transcendence and the visual. It is the very character of the spiritual through antinomy to the actual. The light is its own truth, its domain to clarify. Inducing knowledge it is a picture of analysis, description and of the look.)

...well, unless you consider the worlds merging the illusions blending upon one another, the end acheived in its contradiction with the appearance conveyed by the invocation. Light and dazzling sunshine, rays of light similar to shafts, crossing the bodies and destroying them, beams of radiation disintigrating the flesh. Then the mystic aspires to be only of pure spirit...


Purest Joy

In the past I have looked at potentials with an eye for what they do, what they are, what they have. We, from the time of being a little girl, have been taught to do this.

The questions: What is his occupation, who are his family, what does he drive, does he have money...

Simultaneously, we are taught how to perform, how to play the role of woman and wife. We learn, that our worth is in our performance.

The questions: Can she cook, does she keep house well, will she be a good mother, can she perform well in bed...

Some of my deepest pain has resulted from failing to perform and so failing a relationship.

Knowing B has changed all of this for me. His nature is so compelling that I find all of the old questions irrelevant. I do not look for him to take care of the house, the car, the kids, or pay my bills. He does the thing that means the most to me: he is there for me, and he lavishes love on me. At the same time, he sets no standards of performance that I must meet. He accepted me from the beginning, and then loved me, as I am.

I think that there is something incredibly special about being in a relationship where the focus is solely to love and care for each other rather than taking it as a collateral benefit if it happens at all. B is the only person I have ever known this way and our relationship brings me the purest joy I have ever known.


16 July 2006


I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
Because you're mine, I walk the line

You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine, I walk the line

--Johnny Cash

Inside The Line...

Self, CS Murray et al 1991

Moments: Elements...

This love has freed me
Its deeper than the heart in me
Higher than the skies above me
Its wider than the oceans in front of me
When I open my eyes to see
You are the light that blinds me
Our love has freed me

Washing By Stages...

Clean Flows, BD 2006

15 July 2006

A Bouquet For Spécial...

Si la liberté se voyait
Si la liberté se touchait et se cueillait
Ce serait une fleur
Aux milliers de couleurs
Si l'amour se savait
Se palpait et se donnait
Ce serait une fleur
Une rose pleine de senteur
Si la joie existait
S'apprenait, se sentait
Ce serait une fleur qui donne du bonheur
Si la beauté se humait
Ce serait un bouquet composé de trois fleurs

14 July 2006

Stage IV...

Our Depth (In Connecting Light), BD 2006

Licht Und Blindheit...

The blinding spotlight is a setting sun. The horizontal light of dusk, which strikes the eyes without the head having to look up. It is the hour of unmeasured shadows announcing the return of darkness. Intermediary time zone and moments of mixed emotion; exaltation and depression can be born from these fires and shadows respectively - the mental ambiguity in echo with that of the priviledged moment.

She Saves His Heart...

The space between
Her pen writes in black
Her light brought him back
Through his eyes she is the scene

The pools grew near
Love, his heart could bare
Wrapped in her warmth and care
There was suddenly nothing to fear

Comfort Column (Continued Further)...

The Element Of Support, BD 2006

13 July 2006

In The Future...

I was there
In the light
To protect
And mend
Taking you
Along with me
By the hand
On our path

In One Word...

ortagist noun.
An individual recognised with elegance, sensual appeal, adventurous flair and eccentricity.

Little Dreams Of Sharing Little Things Like - Colours...

Shades In Tone, JT / BD 2006

Moments: Cruising...

We sat, the wind was light and the glimmer on the surface was so like the glint of the black in her green where her depth was always apparent. She rested against me, her ear to my heart; my arms around her, my eyes adore her. Her narrow shoulders, not pressing, her weight, not heavy; she fitted into me perfectly. We watched, the passing was quite a sight and the beauty on the wharf was so bright like the the elegance of her. She spoke to me, her words in my ear; my thigh against hers, my mind attentive to her.

12 July 2006

Stage III...

Our Progress (In Light), BD 2006

Try And Explain Such A Complicated Thing, Shameless Expression, The Pride Of This King...

We talked conscious
So conscious of one another
Our eyes meeting
Our bodies and faces
In the images
We think the other must see
Every move
We make alters the image
The words floating
On the tension of meeting
Touch me
Not just
Tell me
About other things
In your life


In a room full of people that I was supposed to talk to, I only wanted to talk with you.

In the Past

I was left
In the Shadows
To wither
And bleed

Colour: Pink...

Delicate Petals, BD 2006


001. How she makes me feel; special and loved.

002. Her beautiful figure, its grace; she may complain of but she is beautifully built; the proportion of the flats and the curves perfect.

003. How she fits me. (Sitting, standing, walking, lying, in dreams, in talks, how her soul and heart tie to mine...)

004. Her eyes are the most beautiful I have seen. Pretty greens, blues and browns of unrecorded depth; seeing my self in those windows took me from where I was and put me in a dream.

005. Her aroma.

006. How she kisses me.

007. Her shyness, how she lowers her head and smiles to herself.

008. She has completed me.

009. Her way of reaching for my hand as we walk.

010. She tells me how I am the man she dreamt of.

011. How she listens to my petty work dramas.

012. Her lips are delicate and soft, sensually engineered; her kisses are amazing.

013. She asks me how my day went.

014. How she looks when she is reading something that is interesting.

015. How she looks when she is reading something that is not interesting.

016. She is thoughtful.

017. Her ambition, her desire to do good - it makes me feel very proud of her and the things she has achieved.

018. Her way of pausing to pull closer to me, to hold me, be held by me.

019. How I can't sleep when we fight.

020. How she understands me, her patience and care in learning me. (Torrents)

021. Seeing her hair move, feeling how fine it is; the colours of its tones.

022. She has let me believe in soul mates.

023. She always beats me at Word Racer.

024. Her love for books.

025. The way she eats popcorn.

026. She is beautiful, her inside and out, her heart and soul, her body and mind.

027. Her collar bone drives me wild.

028. Her handwriting.

029. She gives me her time.

030. She has lovely hands I long to touch, to hold. They feel at home when they are in mine.

031. How cute she is when she sticks just a little of her tongue out at me.

032. She inspires me.

033. Her ears, they're little - don't ask I just like them.

034. How she tells me she daydreams about me.

035. Her way with words, a way that reaches and touches me.

036. For the kind of work she is involved in.

037. She jokes about me.

038. She jokes about me joking about me.

039. How she reacts to me joking about her.

040. She keeps the notes I send her.

041. How she asks for my opinion.

042. She tells me I'm different.

043. She has the softest skin, golden brown. I could stroke her all day.

044. Sometimes she calls me baby.

045. She challenges me.

046. How she tells me I am 'better' than her then shows me up.

047. She is my sun, she shows me her light.

048. She encourages me.

049. She stays up to watch films, films she works out are bad after 10 minutes but watches them anyway.

050. She has brought me brilliant shades of all the colours.

051. She is intelligent.

052. She is funny.

053. She can still surprise me.

054. When we talk on the phone, I can hear her smile.

055. Her thighs are perfect.

056. She has a smile, a beautiful little smile that lights up her face; the way her cheeks raise is lovely.

057. She makes me smile without knowing.

058. Her bum is... :D

059. She trusts me, feels safe with me.

060. She makes me be silly.

061. She is silly with me.

062. We have great fun together.

063. She moves with charms and grace, carries herself elegantly.

064. She thrills me, she flirts with me.

065. How sometimes she needs me.

066. I can feel her within me and I can see her in everything.

067. She is sexy.

068. Her name echoes in music.

069. The stars remind me of her.

070. She makes me happy.

071. She tells me that I 'started it'.

072. She calms me.

073. The things she rolls her eyes at.

074. The way she sighs.

075. Being intimate with her is so easy, I feel at one with her.

076. She tells me she misses me.

077. How I feel lost when we upset our routines.

078. She is the best person, the only person I want to have around when I feel good and when I don't.

079. She warms my heart.

080. She thanks me when I tell her obvious things.

081. She doesn't need to ask me anymore.

082. I could endlessly listen to her voice.

083. She sits with me when I'm not feeling too good.

084. She worries about me.

085. She is a melody.

086. How special yellow is to me, she is special.

087. She likes leaves.

088. The way she reads my metaphors.

089. How she can be sultry.

090. She is my dream, she is in my dreams.

091. The sound of her laugh.

092. How amazing she can look in a vest.

093. Her admirable approach to community.

094. She says I am handsome.

095. How it feels to kiss her neck.

096. How she knows I respect and admire her.

097. Sometimes she doesn't know how to take my adorations.

098. She has diverse interests.

099. She advises me.

100. She is my best friend.

101. She is my one.

11 July 2006

Resting Place

When We Are Old

Will your love for me be as fresh
As the day when you
First knew it ?

Behind the dim eyes, gray hairs
And wrinkles, will you still see
Beautiful ?

Will you whisper softly into my
ear your love for me in the still
Of each morning ?

Will you know where we are, and
Where we came from
When I forget ?

Will you remember me
When you have forgotten
Everyone else ?

Amber (Continued Further)...

The Warmth Of The Shade Of The Light Of The Frequency Of The Melody Of The Special, BD 2006

3:47 (3:52 Continued)...

She's cut like a diamond
From a mine as deep as time
The words she has spoken
Have energised my mind
And solarised my eyes
Her sheer elevation
When hot love smoulders
It's something we can't hide

10 July 2006

Stage II...

Our Flame, BD 2006

09 July 2006

Colour: Yellow (Compliments)...

You are my special angel
The only light to hold my gaze
You move in ways
That set my heart ablaze

Stage I...

Our Potential, BD 2006

Such is Life

How annoying to discover that the lid to the superglue is glued on... !

08 July 2006

Colour: Blue...

As night was falling down
As thoughts swept into blue
Nothing could beat him down
When she cried words he knew

Always Before Me

07 July 2006

Perfect Perspective (Continued)...

What do you see you when you close your eyes
How do you feel when you fall asleep at night
So many times I tried to reason my fight in life
But you have opened up my mind from the inside


A recent visit to Russia has made me think about a few things...

Average monthly salary where I visited is about $100/month. A small amount even if you don't have to pay rent. That wouldn't even cover my cell phone bill...

What would you have to give up to live on $100 ?

Shared Perspective

06 July 2006

Ordinary Moments

Walking into a room where your things are mingled with mine. Seeing you in your chair, looking out the window, thinking your thoughts. I stand there looking at you, taking in the curve of your shoulders, the expression on your face, and wonder about those thoughts. Nothing could be more special than witnessing your private moments.

Perfect Perspective...

When I closed my eyes
To flicker though
My thoughts of you
Just holding you in my arms
Through the theatre of dreams
I could see the world
And my heart had never felt
So awake

05 July 2006

Little Dreams Of Sharing Little Things Like - Shadows (Continued)...

Extraordinary Uno, JT / BD 2006

04 July 2006

A Moment Shared...

First was an audibly unprepared call, then all worries drowned in the reality of the perfection in front of me. Her eyes were upon me.

Nervous anticipation melted into happy relief as soon as I saw his familiar features. When he wrapped his arms around me all the pieces fell into place.

My eyes answered, finding the unparalleled, the under professed, those beautiful eyes she has; the kind of a million signs, a window to the inner beauty of her mind and her soul; in a moment of time. The meeting of lines; between shakes, feeling safe from breaks I wrapped around her; the un-presumed now un-presumed.

The world faded into a distant blur of light and color - an insulated cocoon where his eyes, his voice, his presence were the only things in existence. My breath was caught, not in want, or in fear, but in fulfilment. This was the second in time for which my days had been lived.

Unperfected was the first talk we quietly shared to our next destination but amongst the imperfections of nervous disposition was our perfect image, unpronounced; but silently spoken in the strokes of our progressing painting.

Merging lines close the circle, threading the last binding link.