work in progress

This life is a melancholy pill
it tastes of salted tears
of melancholy years
days gone by where no time can heal
an open wound that flows and peels
where outborn cries are swallowed whole
misplaced effort of tireless tolls
where weepy sorrow replaces a weary soul
burdens stack on top ten fold
when lives get lost among the chaos
screaming for help to apathetic ears
waves crash upon rationless fears
hope is clinging for a glimmer
trying to fight the closing dimmer
though faith may be strong
and resolve could be deep
but sometimes your struggling just to stay in beat

Sunday with the family

September 5th brought my cousin Stephanie down from San Francisco to her family here in Los Angeles. What we didn't know was that trip also introduced the newest member to our family as she is with child!!!

gAiJiN iN jApAn

the city is not still at night

the things i've seen

Awake My Soul - Mumford and sons

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
This weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life

Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker