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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Far from sin

If you showed up on my door step,
I would let you in,
Knowing neither of us are far from sin.

If you phoned to give me an apology,
I would know it is half real,
because we live a life that is very surreal.

If you showed up on my door step,
I would let you in,
because regardless of it all,
we are both far from sin.

If you showed up on my door step,
I would give you a chance,
to make one less statement of chance,
to be truthful in knowing,
we are both far from sin!

Friday, December 9, 2011

In a dream I had last night

In a dream I had last night,
you were laying next to me,
both our bodies trembling as hands touched skin,
feeling my body heat transfer to you.

In a dream I had last night,
my fingers explored your body,
running my fingers from your head to your toes,
you laid next to me fully exposed.

My hands trembled as I caressed you,
feeling goose bumps rise and fall,
the touch of your skin against my lips,
the taste of you seeping deep into me.

In a dream I had last night,
we were one with each other,
our bodies entwined,
our hearts beating as one.

In a dream I had last night,
we explored each other,
some places new,
the others familiar.

In a dream I had last night,
no words were spoken,
just two in the heat of passions and desire,
then I woke this morning,
with nothing but the taste of you in the air.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

My figure study project - Jill

While in art school which was a study at home thing through the Art Academy University I was struck by how poor the images were that we were supposed to use for our painting and drawing regarding the human figure.  Having access to models and a studio in my home I constructed a giant rotating table on which I would have models pose in 8 different positions each.  As I photographed them I would turn the table ultimately photographing a 360 degree view of each pose.  I then created a DVD of each and sold them as study aids for art students and artists all over the world.  


Model - Jill Poses 8
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My figure study project - Shay

While in art school which was a study at home thing through the Art Academy University I was struck by how poor the images were that we were supposed to use for our painting and drawing regarding the human figure.  Having access to models and a studio in my home I constructed a giant rotating table on which I would have models pose in 8 different positions each.  As I photographed them I would turn the table ultimately photographing a 360 degree view of each pose.  I then created a DVD of each and sold them as study aids for art students and artists all over the world.  




Model - Shay 7 poses
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Thursday, October 6, 2011

Does he know?

Does he know?
I am the one you think of during those moments,
the desire in your heart belongs to me,
that your checking my blog for things like this,
something you don't want him to see.

Does he know?
the posts here are signs that I still care,
that they make you sit and stare,
in tender moments you wish it was me with you there.

Does he know?
you've spent days and nights in regret for hurtful words,
that in one week of our passion is a life time of his,
that someday you will want to come back to me.

Does he know?
regardless of what we've been through you still love me,
that you miss my words, my voice,
that he will never know you as I do,
as it should be.

I hate that you...

Still influence my art.
are still the  first thing,
I think of when I start my day,
that I am reminded of you,
because of some object in my sight.

I hate that you,
were able to get this deep,
I hate that I was unable to keep,
the way we were before this time,
when we laughed about the effects
of red wine.

I hat that you got so deep!

Friday, August 26, 2011

The taste of you in the air

The taste of you in the air
brings me to my knees
we spend time making love
with beads of sweat
collecting in our hair.

The room fills with you and I
the taste of you in the air
we laugh and kiss
knowing we are a true love pair.

My sense grow as my fingers
stroke your body
feeling the goose bumps
rise and fall
releasing your scent
and the taste of you in the air.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

What would a man do?

I had some time today to go through some of my old note books and found this writing...

I've been asking myself "What would a man do?"

What would a man do given an obsession that has lasted over a year?

The smell of her scent in the air so close, would he reach into her slender neck and breathe her in as if she were a drug?

Wanting to reach up and touch her... feel the softness of her skin under his finger tips.  An obsession lasting so long, so many paintings, solvents, dry chapped fingers does it's damage, would he be able to feel her?  Would she cringe at the touch of a finger such as these?

Would a man beg for the affections of such an obsession?

Would a man go to the lengths I have to feel her body in mine?

Her eyes have spoken volumes in paintings, now she comes here for a different purpose, she stands in front of him and her scent fills him as he slowly moves around her, getting close enough to feel the nape of her neck, what would a man do, breathe her in like a drug?

Monday, June 27, 2011

My last thoughts of you...

I hope that in my pain and discomfort you find some enjoyment.

That in the end you find someone who will abandon you as you have me,
I hope that who ever you are with or end up with,
Treats you the same way you have me,
With little or no regard, no compassion no love or thought,
I hope they lie to you as deeply as you have me,
Though I truly hope they discover who you are,
Who you really are before they to get hurt!

My last thoughts of you are not the good times,
Not one single loving time,
Not one smile, not one touch,
My last thoughts of you are hurt, anger and spite,
My last thoughts of you are hoping who ever you end up with,
Causes you as much pain, doubt and discomfort as you have me,
I hope they leave you crippled with sadness,
Depression and loneliness as you have me!

I hope you end up with someone as self centered,
Self absorbed and as selfish as you are,
I hope they tell you mountains of lies about,
Love, devotion, admiration,  and I hope you listen,

Then I hope they do the exact same thing to you as you did to me~

Though in my heart I am lying, I wish for you the best in life!

Monday, June 6, 2011

An embarrassing time

To my family, friends and professional acquaintances, recently, I had been told that I was trying to conn everyone in to thinking I am something other then who I am.  In an answer to that and to be sure this comes from me I am writing this to apologize to all those who love and supported me through this past year and a half.

While I cannot talk about some of the specifics I will be as open as I can about this:

In late 2009 after getting laid off from my former employer I was notified of an investigation pertaining to my use of my then company credit card, I immediately contacted the investigating authority the Oakland County Sheriff’s Department and provided them with any and all information I was asked, I went in for an interview and answered all questions asked of me.  In March of 2010 I was taken into custody (arrested) and spent 24 hours in the Oakland County Jail for the crime of embezzlement.   After a video arraignment I was released on a $50k personal bond and let out. 

The next day my ex-wife Suzann and I met with a criminal attorney who would spend the next year working toward some sort of “plea” with the prosecution.  During this time, going to trail was discussed in depth with my family, my lawyers and because of the expense of taking a case to trial (we were told it would cost close to $250,000) it was determined that the best course would be for me to plead “No Contest” I refused to plead guilty for this crime because while some of what was claimed was true there was a big difference in what was true and what was being clamed.

So just after the New Year I went in for my scheduled court appearance in circuit court and entered the plea of “No Contest”, while I never had to admit guilt entering this plea in the criminal justice system meant that I was guilty, and guilty of all claims.  In the eyes of the law a plea of No Contest is a guilty verdict with out ever admitting the guilt.  On April 14th I along with Shelby (my daughter) went into the same courtroom for sentencing.  I was givin the chance to speak, to apologize to my daughter, the court and the victim.  My position was to ask the court for an at home confinement but it was not to be.  I was sentenced to 120 days in Oakland County Jail with 5 years of probation.  I was put in hand cuffs on the spot and the most haunting image was that of Shelby standing not knowing what to do with tears streaming down her face.

As helpless as a father could be!  I was taken and placed in the holding cells for 3 or 4 days before I was classified and then placed into what would be my permanent “Block”.  Because I have M.S. I was placed in one of the blocks used for medical quarantine.   I spent a total of 72 days in the Oakland County Jail, and intensely embarrassing time for my family and close friends who knew that this investigation was going on.  It will continue to be an intensely embarrassing time for my family for sometime to come.

As I write this I sit in my home with a tether strapped to my leg because after writing a letter to the judge I was released early from the jail to serve the remainder of my time at home.  There were serious medical issues concerning my M.S. that could not be dealt with inside.  I sit here writing this so that several things get accomplished, one I take full responsibility for what I did and if you look at me with the eyes of the law I am guilty, I do not accept the entirety of what is being claimed and as such a restitution hearing has been scheduled so that I can  hope to get this to a more realistic settlement.

There is no excuse for what I did, there will never be one, I’ve often said that every man has a breaking point, where given enough regardless of how strong that man appears to be on the outside he will break.  There often is no telling what a man will do when he does break; this letter is a result of what I did.

I am ashamed and embarrassed by my actions, I am extremely sorry for the embarrassment I have caused those close to me and I will go to my grave carrying that with me.  They say after restitution is paid off my probation will end and I can have this crime expunged from my record after 5 years.  Regardless when that takes place I will forever carry this with me!

I would like to thank Shelby and my ex-wife Suzann for there support and I am particularly proud Shelby for having to go through the most drastic learning curves an 18 year old daughter should have to go through.  I would also like to thank the rest of my family and friends who stood by me in this.  I am sorry for the embarrassment and letting you all down.

We are men

We are men trapped in a world of hopelessness,
looking forward to better days,
Seeking the truth of who we are,
finding our way through the haze.

We are men trapped with in walls,
we are men trapped within ourselves,
looking for answers to the questions,
of hate and anger,
looking for the questions to love and desire.

We are men,
prisoners in our own sorrow and pain,
guardians of others truths and fears,
we are men going insane,
with the tears of loved ones,
on days of sunshine and rain.

But we are men!

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Morocco

Here are a few images from a trip to Morocco in 2011:
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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Henna

Henna art from Morocco
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I will miss...

The little things,
the way you called me dork,
the look in your eyes after a red wine,
the way you slept,
the way you looked after waking up,

I will miss the little things,
like beets for dinner,
or wondering if you are a saint or a sinner.

I will miss the little things,
panic phone calls,
stolen cameras,
or a buss ride to unknown places.

I will miss the little things,
that carried us through,
times of pain,
times of self doubt,
times of panic,
times of resolve.

I will miss the little things~

Sunday, March 20, 2011

I love you

I love you because you are young,
because you fill me with inspiration,
because you are beautiful.

I love you because you are the future,
of everything,
the world,
humans,
everything!

I love you because it is the right thing,
it is the only thing to do.

I love you because when I need you,
you are there,
you never left,
nor did I.

I love you because you are you!

Other then hope,
love is really all we have,
so I love you and I know you love me too.

We have been dancing like this for some time,
but in reality we both know,
the other is never far,
from our hearts or our minds,
because as I love you,
you love me too!


It is who we are,
a fit,
a match,
our minds,
bodies,
and hearts,
we feel the other,
thousands of miles a part,
or standing in front of each other,
I know it's true,
because I love you!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Bridging the culture gap with an iPad

Jamie and I had just finished 3 days in Fes, Morocco and it was time to catch the train back to Marrakech which was an 8.5 hour ride from Northern Morocco to the South.  Our train like most in Morocco was aged but comfortable.  Prior to the train ride to Fes several days earlier my first experience was one of the high speed rails in France in in November 2010 while other adventures Jamie and I had been on.  The trains in Morocco differed from France in newness but also in that it was custom if you brought food on the train with you you should share it with others around you.  In anticipation of that Jamie and I purchased purchased dried fruit, nuts, and several flavors of what can be best described as taffy.

Our train ride was scheduled to leave late in the day with our arrival back in Marrakech as late as midnight.  For the first several hours both Jamie and I tried to catch up on some much needed sleep.  On occasion waking to snack and have some water.  Anytime we traveled we tried to bring as little technology with us s we could so we would not be distracted on our journey.  This trip we took my iPhone (got to love the TomTom app.) and our iPads.  I had gotten both Jamie and my self an iPad as a Christmas gift to us.

My intent was to learn a bit of programming of iPad applications during “down time” but the few movies and a couple of games quickly took over.  One game called Angry Birds seemed to capture our attention more then most others so we took turns trying to advance through the endless levels.
At one of the many stops along the way a family got on the train and sat in the seats across and kiddie corner of the area where Jamie and I sat.  It appeared that the women and a young child sat in the 4 seats that faced each other and the men a few down from them. The youngster was very much like any in the US, playful, inquisitive and had an endless appetite.  She would in limited fashion play games with passengers around her receiving treats and small favors from what seemed to be complete strangers.  The gentleman sitting across from me was using his laptop to work on and all the while listening to music.  In a gesture to keep this little girl occupied he put his head phones on her so she could hear the music that he was listening to.   She would dance and try and sing the words she was listing to.  Western music it seems had made its way to this little girl as she knew who the artist was.
Seeing a small amount of frustration in my fellow passengers eyes as the girl continued to dominate his head phones and play with the keys on his computer I turned on my iPad and started an application called Penulimate that lets you draw on screen using your finger.  Jamie being bilingual and speaking perfect French told the youngster to look at some magic. I can’t tell you how important it was for Jamie to speak French in Morocco, as they speak two languages there Arabic and French.
When the youngster worked up enough courage to approach us, Jamie and I were the only two people in our car that were obviously not from the country, and it was with a great deal of hesitation that the youngster eventually approached.  I showed her what my finger could do on the iPad and she stood watching for several moments in awe.  Jamie Spoke French to her, reassuring her it was fine and after several looks back at her mother she finally warmed up to us enough to give it a try.  I held the iPad while she delighted in using her finger tip to draw squiggly lines and as she did I would change the color every now and then to her amazement.  After an hour of entertaining the entire car with her newfound artistic ability she would get board and move down a few seats and entertain someone else then come back to show us a new treat she had acquired. At one point Jamie opened up the bag of nuts and dried fruit we had purchased and as she and I ate a snack for our selves would share our bounty with the young girl.

When our train arrived in Marrakech everyone stood up to exit the train and as Jamie and I waited our turn we waved goodbye to our new found little friend while others surrounding us told us “welcome to Morocco, your new home.”  Jamie and I smiled at each other thinking the same thing... What a cool way to bridge cultures!

I’m not sure if the youngster will remember Jamie or I but she will remember magic drawing on an iPad every time she see’s one.
Below are the drawings that Jamie and I created while trying to entice her to use her own finger to draw and the drawings that she created.

Enjoy~
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