Illuminate...

On the eve I found the part of you
To complete me
I fell into a sleep of disbelief
Did I dream this
You said that you'd be back tomorrow
When the morning come
So I waited for the sun to hit my eyes
Illuminate
And all this time
I've waited for you
So I awoke to see then night was put to rest
This was the beginning of a new day
As I turned to face the west
I saw you next to me
I'd live to be together
When the mornings come
Waking next to you
Is worth all this time

Knuddlemaus...

Flight: Revered, BD 2006

Made Up Words P...

pon‧der‧ful [pon-der-fuhl] adj.
My beautiful filled with deep consideration or thought for something.

When Morning Breaks, We Hide Our Eyes And Our Aching, Nothing's Strange...

Reflection In The Water, BD 2006 [REVISION]

Easy To Let Go...

Some things never change. It's like those sticks of rock. Bite one all the way down, you'll still read Brighton. That's human nature. - Graham Greene / Brighton Rock

Break the ceiling
Release those demons
Make them see it
Keep on dreaming
Enjoy breathing
Fight the feeling
See the meaning

Homesick (Continued)...

Rested Place, JT / BD 2006

New...

Outside
At night when the stars gravitate toward you
In the sun the song shines inside you
Wrapping around you
The wind and snow, and the rain that blows
Wouldn't matter much without you
Hoping for better days
No-one knows what to do
Okay in the secret place
Where no-one is bothering you
It might save time if I meet you there
But I don't care
I'd rather wait for you
When no-one's home and the sign is fine
I'd rather wait for you
As long as it's talking with you
Talk of the weather will do

Feed My Enemy...

Untitled, BD 2006 [REVISION]

A Pair Of Eyes Found All You Are...

There was a day I drew an image of a something I caught glimpse of. I drew what I could see, what I could feel in my eyes under the surface of the gaze they performed. It was an image of elegance, of delicate inner beauty, of light and strength.

It was the capture of a flight.

The greatest reward lies in making the discovery; recognition can add little or nothing to that. - Franz Neumann

For all the clouds that have ever been chalked up and the shading of rains, even in the tempest I have never lost sight of that image.

Blumenthal...

Flight: Venerate, BD 2006

It's Been Ages

Since I listened to music, barring the Sigur Ros that B brought. I don't know why. I love music. Just the noise of the silence fills me up and, really, B is the only music I want to hear.

Passing Fancy

I don't know why old men catch my attention. Why I wonder about the stories behind the gray hairs and craggly faces. I watch them move slowly across the ground to a destination I do not know, wondering how they were when they were young.

Maybe it's because I never had a grandfather to bounce me on his knee, and tell me all of his stories. Oh yes, there was the one that I saw once a year. He kept his teeth in jar on the shelf. There was the one that sat silently in his chair and smoked the years away. But none that aged before me with grace and guidance.

Maybe it's because I wonder how BD will be when he is old (er). Weathered with the years, still quoting books and using made up words. I hope I can be beside him as slows in the journey and I will know all of the stories behind the grays and lines.

I hope so, and I do think that's why old men catch my fancy from time to time.

Signposts...

Untitled, BD 2005

Autumn Dreams

As the cool breeze blows
Monarchs floating on the gentle flow
Dance to the fading strains
Of the melodies played in in summer rays

Dark clouds wisp across the sky
Flowing with the autumn scent in the air
The earth breathes a sigh of relief
And stretches to catch the drops as they fall

Into the Light

Diffusion, JT / BD 2006

Musings

Birthdays often bring me into a reflective state. Contemplation of my life, my goals, my acheivements, my failures, my hopes, my dreams, my fears. To me, September is the beginning of the new year.

Autumn brings that one last heating, a lazy blooming of seeds planted late in the year, golden air gently cooled by the coming freeze. The monarchs fly and the leaves drift into waves of gold and red. There is new energy brought by relief from the heat to ready for growing fat in slumber. The last work of the year will be done soon.

The ghosts of the past drift near and during this time I am best able to see them, and hear them, without withering before them. Likewise the voice of God grows more clear and I can experience new learning and enough renewal to survive the dark cold.

I am 35.

My life has not been what I imagined it would be. I have not developed yet into the person that I want to be. Years of 'indiscretions' have worn my center to a shine in some places. The next five years will close the first major cycle in my life... the cycle within which all these small cycles over the years have occurred. My children grow out of my house, to make their own choices and mistakes. I hope they fare better than I did.

Most of things I thought I should do by now I have done. Barely. I truly came to the other side of the circle this last year. And now here, have shared wonderful moments with B. I so want our shiny little spark to burn so bright and hot that it consumes us, consummates us.

But some days I just feel tired. Tired of struggling with time and distance. Tired of feeling almost alive. Some days I just wish I could drift away in the shining light, warm, soft, calm.

A Sight For Sore Eyes...

Still II, TBC 2006

773-601-9844...

Held together
When falling apart
A beautiful tone
In the silent grey
My heart could ring
Under an echo of pain
Voiced strength
Through lines reverb

The Only Thing Above Us...

Untitled, JT / BD 2006

As He Flies Home

The strength leaves my bones,
My eyes still filled with his tears
See only the unfillable void
Where his presence was.

Visual: The Ordinary Extraordinary...

Untitled, BD 2006

Moments That Make a Lifetime

"M!" he says.

"Yes dear," I reply.

"You're beautiful."

"You're wonderful," I say as I smile into his eyes and kiss his handsome face.

Waiting For Another Day...

I feel lost at home. I fly hours returning to nothing from the perfect something that fills every empty, belonging to no-one, silently thinking of a cataract till I am out of time that I should be fine; hopefully this just passes me by first and I can rest my head (dreaming) for the moment...

An Intimate Moment Shared...

Sync, JT / BD 2006

Ten Reasons To Share the Shower

1. He looks good wet.
2. He says I look good wet.
3. All those not hard to reach places get washed.
4. All those hard to reach places get washed.
5. He has a towel waiting for me... and pats me dry.
6. Warm soap suds are the other best aphrodisiac.
7. It promotes good conversation.
8. It's the other best part of waking up...
9. The comfort of knowing we're that comfortable.
10. It 'conserves' water.

Chances

Open Lock, JT / BD 2006

Traject...

If you ignore the interference
You'll find the signal strong beneath
We can all fill void with distraction
Or shrug our problems away
If we've all got questions to answer
You aren't cheating if you run them by me
I like dreaming of you being there in the morning
Sometimes it makes me scared to turn over and see
I know deep down somewhere you are hurting
I know deep down somewhere you care
Even if it takes forever
I want you to know I'll be there
I'll be there
There was a nerve touched the day I found you
Until a line you drew crossed the sand

There We Were, Now We Are We Are (First)...

Coronation, JT / BD 2006

Third (Continued)...

My eye of the future has shown me
That I want to live a life with you
In the house we can't find, we'll build
Where your shadow lays across mine
All the time until I'm an old man
Till the day we can dot the line
Where the shelter I'm under is your hand

There We Were, Now We Are We Are (Second)

Consecration, JT / BD 2006

Quick Note

The fall weather is beautiful, the sun is shining, B is here sharing every moment of my day with me, and I feel happier and more settled than I have in a while. I think I could live my whole life with him this way... Seeing his bright eyes first thing in the morning, hearing his voice in my ear at the end of my day, and everything in between.

I will always want that one more second...

Behind These Eyes, You Stay There...

Melodics, BD 2006

When I See You

Focused so intently
Notes floating through the air
Scowling in your thought
I smile to myself
And my heart is warmed
By the ever renewing
Extraordinary ordinary

Colour: Red...

Natural Passions, JT / BD 2006

My Baby Comes Homes Today

Τρίτη...

Others Resting, Giramondo 2006

Dolphin (One Day)...

He found
A sound
Seeing you
Lit me

Blooming
From a number
To a word
Completion

Touches
Of colours
Strokes
Paint feelings

The Start Of The Day Is Just The End Of The Night...

Untitled, BD 2006

The Old Remains New...

From that moment you looked
I had but surrendered
The curl of your hair
The fate of my stare
To my thoughts I did shout
Beauty, what beauty

The passion I render from
The look you withhold
So bold, I cannot
Whisk that truth away
Deep red I foresee
When I peer at your face
While hearts beat against
The bridge between us

Resting In Leaves...

Not My Only Words, BD 2006

Genotype

Beautifully scripted messages
Infinite delicate details
Communicating through twining
Equal and opposite
In ceaseless recombination
The old becomes new
And the new has never been seen

Some Circles are Safer Than Others

Cured...

Impia tortorum longos hic turba furores
Sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit.
Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro,
Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent.

Her Colour Brought Back The Melody...

Euphony, BD 2006 [REVISION]

Themes: Rainbows...

You are that pot of gold at the end of our rainbow...

...the pot of gold is the acheivement of our joint dream, the one we thought we'd never have until we met each other. Perhaps we never even knew we dreamed it. - JT

Λεμεσός (Breadth)...

Planate Filling Peripherals, BD 2006

Waking Dreams (You Fill My Senses Continued)...

Seeing your eyes close, feeling your chest sinking in rhythm to the gently deepening sound of your breathing, thinking what you would dream of. I fell into a sleep, a warm comfortable sleep with you resting against me.

My dreams began to drift over me; the moments playing back on the insides of my eyelids. In the intervals where I woke, there you were; my dream, I was awake but you were still filling my senses...