The unintentional hiatus

I can't even blog everything that has happened in the past few weeks. I am sure I will get my feelings written down soonish. Basically I went from going to a normal ultrasound appointment with my wife to a whirl wind hospital extravaganza ending with a baby boy and girl who came almost 3 months early.

So now my life is home, work, and the NICU. There has been a lot of stress and so many emotions. This should make for some interesting musings. Weirdly enough in all that commotion, I never forgot about her.

Never give up

Never stop believing. Never give up on the people you want in your life. Never stop perusing your dreams. Just never stop...

4/7 Musing

Stuck in my own solitude
Like a prisoner on death row
Waiting to see when my time is up
Only you could know
For you are my executioner
Or my last minute stay
Either way I will love you
Completely, unabashed, alone

Question?

If anyone out there ever has a question, just ask. I am an open book. I will answer anything. Even random things.

New York Streets

A candy bar wrapper swirls round and round
The wind is starting to whip
The rain is falling steady now
Like the beating of my heart
People rush by
Their umbrellas leading the charge
Scurrying from the slight chill
Taxis honk their horns and cars keep speeding by
I take your hand and look at you
That twinkle in your eye
We walk the avenues slowly
Enjoying the droplets on our skin
For on these New York streets
We walk and kiss
Letting the beauty of it all sink in

Crowded rooms and spilled wine

There are a Merlot spots on the wood
Stains of parties past
Tiny shards of glass stuck between the beams
Shattered like my heart has been
Since you returned the key

The room is crowded now
As I meld into the wall
This may be my party
But the party mood is gone

I walk this room in a square
Wondering what I did wrong
For you to throw that glass of Melot
And bring my world crashing to the ground

Fortified Walls

They often call it your "Sweet Sixteen"

Well that bullshit isn't true

When I was sixteen I walked through hell

In many ways I still do

The images never go away

The pain it lingers on

Time often seems to stand still

Although many years have come and gone

If you look through my baby blues

And can't seem to get to my soul

It's because it is fortified by walls

Still standing,unwavered, from long ago