Too Late

Too close to be friends
Too far to be lovers
Just as it begins
Divide widens, it's over

Just as you planned
No need for regret
A single grain of sand
On a beach of circumspect

Let go. Let free.
Let it be me
Unleashed to be
All that you seek

Conditioned to believe
Incensed - you so cavalier
Impassioned with grieve
Wanting you near

Fading trysts of night
Shattered by deceit
The will to stay and fight
Shackled by defeat

Your wants to expound upon
Your course to navigate
Your time to finally move on
Before it's too late

Just felt like sharing...

Is It For Now Or For Always
by Phillip Larkin

Is it for now or for always,
The world hangs on a stalk?
Is it a trick or trysting place,
The woods we have found to walk?

Is it a mirage or miracle,
Your lips that lift at mine:
And the suns like a juggler's juggling-balls,
Are they a sham or a sign?

Shine out, my sudden angel,
Break fear with breast and brow,
I take you now and for always,
For always is always now.

The Worst Part

The small window of time with Mayan I was able to wrestle away from the grips of one's insecurity and desire to win a battle, today, on Father's Day, flew by. Seems every minute with Mayan does. Why should three hours be any different? Now I face the grim reality of not seeing her again for two weeks. I commence a series of business trips tomorrow that will ultimately bring me to New York, where I will meet Mayan and her mother as they arrive from their trip to Toronto which begins Tuesday. Mayan and I will spend a few days in NY before heading to Ohio on July 2nd. Though I will have plenty on my plate over the next couple of weeks it doesn't change how much I will miss seeing her and hugging her. It's that simple. I'm happy and grateful that she gets all of this life experience with visiting her cousins and grandparents in Toronto and getting to see one of her good friends who moved to New Jersey. But, I despise this part - the worst part of being a divorced parent; having to be away from your child.

Father's Day

"A man's children and his garden are both a reflection of the amount of weeding he has done during the growing season."  -unknown

I have never known a greater joy than being the father of this wonderful little girl. She is the love of my life and the cause of my proudest moments. Thank you Mayan Jade for making every day a Happy Father's Day. I love you, "Bug".

Warning: Radical Riffs To Come

The block is broken. I am writing. It has been far too long since I have put my thoughts into written word. No screenplays. No poems (not even the fridge magnet kind). No journal entries. Even birthday cards suffered the void of original thought. The reasons for this unintentional sabbatical shall most likely be explored in the pixels of this very tableau. Never-the-less, the silence, the hiding, the suppressing all ended in this moment. I'm not sure this is the proper forum to begin, but I must start somewhere and here I am. You have been warned.