Of Whom I Dream

I revel
In dreams
For which
I suffer
They supplement
Real life
But a hollow
Replacement for
The warmest
Softest
Deepest
Kiss from
The One
Who molded
My heart
Who hurt me
The most
Who inspired me
All the more
My muse
Of a lifetime
Who has loved me
Longer
Than most have
Been alive
But never again
Shall we ever
Feel the free
Wind that
Blew through
Her window
When we were
Both kids
When we thought
That life was
So simple
When cassettes
Captured promises
And daybeds
Captured lovers
It was golden
Seemed endless
But on the horizon
Crept slowly
The beginning
Of the rest
Of my life
A life that
Would refuse
Every time
Throughout the years
The possibility
That the two
Most deserving
Passionate and
Enduring
Soul mates should
Ever and anon
Be together and then
Scoff at our
Memories
Try to thwart
Simple little things
That bring such
Small joys
Such is the
Spite of life
And as such
I spit in the
Face of it
For I will not
Be robbed of
Happiness
Hopefulness
And love
For I know!
Yes, I know!
I have been told
By those
Beautiful lips
That no matter
Where I go
No matter
What I do
That I am loved
Forever
I am loved
By Her
I am loved
By Her
I am loved
By Her
Of whom
I dream

Being pwned by Elena

Elena watching Max and Ruby: "Daddy, I think the name Sally-Swims-a-Lot is a funny name."
Me: "How about Sally-Poops-a-Lot?"
Elena: "How about Daddy-Idiot-a-Lot?"

Excerpt: "Simple Something Sweet"

Follow me or
I'll Follow you
Back to where ends meet
Back where I met you
Simple something sweet
Simple something new
Someday mayhap I'll be there
Another crossed path with you

Untitled, Continued...

Hours spent
Pages rent
Trying to piece
Together the words that just don't
Seem to be
Anything that would
Ever move you
Closer to
Me
I've never ever felt
So far
Beneath
The place of another
That I cared for
With whom I wanted
To be

Untitled, To Be Continued...

I know
She doesn't know
That I believe
That she could be
The absolute
The most incredible
Beautiful
Woman that I have
Ever known
Forever raise her up
Never praise her enough
For everything
Carve her name
In stone
As the all time
Love of my life
But she doesn't know
Oh Lord!
Just let...
Just let
That change...

Cruces, 20 years ago this month...

20 years ago, Danny Wilson and I, along with Chris Fouke, had the pleasure of writing a great many songs with Matt Arms in his upstairs bedroom. Fouke, Wilson, and I had been collaborating since the previous October, but had finally found the right drummer for our band with Matt. It was also in January 1991 that we named our band. Chris came to a rehearsal with several Latin words that he thought might work. We took a vote, and the name "Cruces" was chosen 3 to 1; I was the only opposed. How funny is that? In February we recorded a cassette for our friends by playing live to a boom box recorder. It was our first effort, and we gave away as many as we could afford. Now, twenty years later, my latest effort with my mates in Through Dint of Heavy Wishing is slightly more involved, but no more or less passionate. Cruces in '91 wanted to take over the world, and we had a lot of fun talking about it. We tried for twelve years, with many faces coming and going in the band, and with many stories to tell. Many of my friends from back then still support my musical endeavors, and you mean the world to me. You share in those put-aside, distant dreams of long ago, and I promise that I'll never stop writing music for all of us.