It rained for days after your most recent visit.
My heart 'n the sky; both broken in agreement.
Every glance through the windshield and every peek over the dash,
is another moment, I wish I could outlast.
Falling rain drops; each, a feeling of your skin.
Breathing air 's no longer easy, since I'm breathing you right in.
I miss the days, when I'd drive all night to see you.
I miss the hours; all the minutes, are when I think I ...

I lay in the silence and the dark,
wishing I could hold you,
near and close to my heart.

I think upon what it is I will dream,
hoping you are found there,
led by dimming moonbeam.

As night falls and spills into my eyes,
I breathe thoughts of you,
still-ing mind's fretful ties.

Before morning breaks and I see day's reveal,
I embrace sweet memory,
yet continually long for the real.

You are with me and I am with you.
We are but one,
separate, connected, in love, ...

Here’s a little Illustration Friday piece that started out as a simple pencil sketch, got revisited with tracing paper and markers, partially colored with Prismas, then scanned, compiled and finished in Photoshop.“If God is the constant in my life,then, my love, you are the variable.Without you, it is possible I’d have visited less valleys,but assuredly, with you, I have seen that many more peaks.Our love is an intricate mess,one I wouldn’t trade for any other ...

My late night entry for this week’s Illustration Friday theme of “voices”.All I hear at timesare the streaming soundsof monsters all around,as they surround.

Seeking release,he stands upon a self-made precepice.Digging his heelsinto a soft-set sand that never fits.Here is a boy,not striving and nor is his aim for “man”;there is not a swayand rare a concern in way of your planHis goal not ready,nor can it be found or called to be steady.Disappointed by manyand frankly has lost all care and love for them or any.His remorse is as it be;swift and fleeting and say fair to call ...

I don’t trust myself to sleep.Haunted by memories threaded in so deep.I see a face; a face I have never know,but one so lovely and dear, I continually yearn to own.She is a beauty, in vice and appeal,speaking words my dreams folly to reveal.The attraction by which she lures, I do not understand.Abounding wonderfulness that would stifle any man.I may not remember her or you or this place in time.Though the walls are familiar, as ...

Pod Wall (uploaded by DRA Studio)Eric’s anxiousness to see the sketch I drew during today’s sermon inspired me to work up this piece. I went ahead and uploaded the original photo I took, in case you want to play the “Boy’s Life” game of spotting what is different. ;) Enjoy. He powers up and starts his day;a few others, in tow, follow his way.He thinks: “The day will end as the rest” “Empty, lonely … defeated, ...

Squiggly worms (uploaded by DRA Studio)Squiggly worms,given to and shaping in anover-abundance of glee;though warted, hairy and toothed ishow they tend to be.Their wisdom is strong,and though I want it much,the skin they share, I truely fear to touch.“Stay your distance and keep your way!“Just shout your wordsand I’ll continue my day.”

IF : Hoard (uploaded by DRA Studio)I forgot to finish this post in time to add it to the Illustration Friday archive, but I hope you still enjoy the napkin sketch and this bit of rhyme.They amass upon the cliffs,seeking to find an sustaining ledge.In pursuit of a welcoming host,their fall upon him is swift.Dark is their interest,deep is their intent.From within the bellows,they are seeking and are yet to be content.

It’s two in the morning,she didn’t wait up.I’d rather be sleeping,but instead I’ll be tough.I am so very tired,feeling entirely mired.Not really be life or things gone wrong,but mainly as one with cheek to tongue.I’ll think I should go code now,design something pretty.This has just been a brief intermission,a “time-is-passing” ditty.

Day 2008-1-5 (uploaded by DRA Studio)For my Jodie:“the ocean’s tide; it is calmed.the push of breeze; it is stilled.time itself finds a stopping place.In the moments when you are gone,Life is weak.”“And breathing; it is hard.the flow of feeling; it is numb.The mind has found a different pace.This heart I suffer and bearhas an aching beat.”“Love is life and in the seek of what’sfleeting, love in its strengthwill stop the heart of beating.”Sorry that this ...

Day 2008-1-4 (uploaded by DRA Studio)“four brothers separated upontheir birth … sifted throughlife and strife and directorial girth;now find a home withinmy mind’s milky mirth.”(This was for the four movies I have seen in the past year that were absolutely amazing and had so many iconic moments/elements.)

Day 2008-1-3 (uploaded by DRA Studio)“three insignificant glances,bleed my heart of past romances,and fill my life anew,with opportune chances.”

Day 2008-1-2 (uploaded by DRA Studio)This one has a poem attached: “this is for twoas in the number of the day.but also as in youas in a way for me to say:”“I really missed you,and am glad you are home.” “I can’t live without you.I am so not me on my own.”

Day 2007-12-20 (uploaded by DRA Studio)Day #14 Sponges dance on sandy shores,while moon-lit lizards contemplate bubbly conversations;Knob nose-ed box antennae prance;Disco never felt so good.If you feel as trapped as he, maybe we should talk?Enjoy and comment, eh?

I am wounded with much injure,due in fault to my own perjury.With this day’s new dawn,my wound is open, anew … and now, un-gone.I have dreamed a lover’s dream,one of hope and peace serene.It was filled with love and its desires,a past pushed to forgetful mires.It hurts and pains to dwell on you;you, that fleeting doe on morning’s dew.Dreams have glimpsed to ending solitude,but in truth, it is false hope imbued.I though of you and ...

Venus Boy (uploaded by DRA Studio)A quick poem I wrote during sunday school today at Canoe Creek: Venus is beyond the moon.We’re hiding to see her soon.She is my morning star.Holding hands, running so far.Filling my space and mind.Let’s watch her rise one more time.

In the rushing wind and gentle breeze,you speak to me, O Lord.At the rustle of the autumn leaves,I know you are with me.In the bathing warm of sunlight,I feel your watch over me.Your presence gives me calmand I am free.

I just love drawing monsters. Scraggely teeth. Hairy arms. Zombie eyes. Bald heads ... oh wait. Maybe that is just my monsters. Either way ... they always make me smile.

So why is our friend here so "grizzly"? Is it his demeanor? His physical disposition? Interesting, isn't? I mean, on one hand, he looks pretty angry and about ready to just chew off your left leg because you beat him again in Mario Kart. Then again ...

Today was another great day of accomplished tasks ... among which was the New Creation poster (check out the Flickr sidebar!). Karati-gami at d-groups went really well ... even if I did make Jen mad at me for a bit. ;) I am now well on my way to getting those thousand origami cranes so I can have my wish.

After Southside band practice, Jen and I worked on this desktop wallpaper together ... not to ...

I keep hearing this words from Anberlin's song in my head, so you should probably hear them too:
Come and go now as you please
Your actions write the melodies
To the songs that we sing
And you just sing

And I finally found that life goes on without you
And my world still turns when you're not around

Is this the way you want it?
Is this the way it has to be?
Sitting here beside you
With my heart's lost in New Orleans
Dreams ...

This is a painting I just did on my hoodie. I have come to the happy realization that I have more fun painting on my clothes/bags/hands/etc than on paper sometimes.

I ran into a little boy today on the way to the market. His hair was matted down and his feet were dirty from the city streets. As he stole a quick glance up at me, I caught a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. Tugging ...

Seeing you cry,
hurts me inside.
It cuts deep at my heart,
and bleeds emotions I can't hide.

As you trade your wisdom for fear,
you turn your face down.
There is anger and ire ...
See, they pattern your frown.

Your tears well up,
as your eyes go red.
I truly want to hold you,
but longing stares must suffice instead.

I feel your pain
and it hurts me too.
Please consider that if you left me,
All that I enjoy of me, would leave with you.

(... night passes ...

Isn't it the worst feeling when you realize you can't leave a good enough tip for a waiter/waitress that has been exceptionally nice and attentive? I hate when that happens. It instantly makes me feel so cheap, even if I know the problem is a lack of funds and not a parsimonious outlook on my part. Agh!

Today was so very yummy. Leftover chinese food for lunch, while watching old episodes of The Office; Chinese food ...

Need to Cogitate
There are certain emotions that life evokes,
that grab at you hard, in strangling chokes.
Ones blatant, and rude and horribly coarse.
They are painfully real, fully void of remorse.

Sometimes those emotions give way to end,
to passing of life and eternal rest.
But with love in your life, and side by a friend,
You will find you aren't as wounded, not nearly, at best.

This is just another chapter in the story of a boy,
a man's attempt at freedom ...