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Evolution: Patience

When you least expect it, you begin to understand.

I do consider myself an extremely patient person. It hasn't been without its disappointments. Nevertheless, I've continued to plug away through what I want to achieve, through the tasks set at hand, and a few trials by fire. None of this comes easy, it's not meant to be.I know I will finish. I believe that whatever is going to happen will happen. I play my game the best way I know how. Up until about a few years ago, I would have balked at the notion of being called a passivist, but I am. To counter this state, I pride myself on being an exceptional leader. Understanding that a wait to get all facts together to make a descion in either direction, is often lost to the raw emotion that can occur, that I've often seen. Patience is the quality that a leader cannot be without; patience is the virtue that gives freedom to the artist within.
As for my passiveness, it by no means discards my abilit to be a reactionist. There is always a reaction, be it disappointment, be it anger, or another emotion. Forever my choice(s) shall effect another, be it today, tomorrow or a generation from now. 2001.1209

Stories
Ode To Architecture
He Always Drives Away
A Patient Love
Untitled
The Wishing Cloud To Mike Ellars on his 27th Birthday

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Ode to Architecture

Written to respond to a 6th grade question: What do Architects do?

An architect is an artist who opts to use our world as their canvas. Sculpting a place for us to work, live and play they draw, build and design inside and out. The hand of an architect never stops moving and neither do their eyes. They are looking for new ways to see the same thing and can envision a building from below, above and sometimes what isn�t there.

An architect is a mathematician, estimating costs of materials for a building, estimating sizes of structural elements. They aren�t afraid of Euclidean Geometry, the raw shapes and perceptual elements directing the attention of those that will walk in the building and around it.

An architect is a communicator. From proposals to legal documents, an architect knows how to command the written word as well as the spoken word to convince as many people that they are right as a project progresses. The communication starts as professional prose, but can be simple and elegant enough for a layman. And the piles of drawings are yet another form of communication. Be they construction documents for the building department and the contractor to the drawings that illustrate the intended vision these are only part of the tools that an architect might use.

An architect is an embracer of technology. While it is easy to believe that technology may just be the desktop computer, technology is also the ability to take a three-inch cable to hold up a Kevlar membrane to be a roofing element. After all, the arch, the dome and the column all led to the creation of the skyscraper and the cable suspended bridge.

An architect is the first nature lover. Nature was the world�s first architect. From the tree to the caves along a sea coast to the spider and it�s craftily spun web, we see order and structure. Though the main purpose has always been to protect humans from the elements of nature, nature might also be incorporated or salvaged to make a place better for today and tomorrow.

An architect is a historian documenting civilization�s progress. From buildings that live on that cannot be destroyed to those that are deemed relevant to the history of society, the buildings that remain tell a story, the mark of achievement.

An architect has a thirst for life. They are able to question life�s very existence and then make the experience of living on earth better the next day. It is a commitment to improving that base standard that continues the drive to make the short time a living being occupies the planet that drives the architect.

And lastly, an architect is a dreamer envisioning life today and tomorrow. Flying cars and teleportation devices are only a heartbeat away from being weaved into our social structure. An architect helps facilitate these visions, either with furniture or even who whole rooms dedicated to their usage.

-RHM 200302.28

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He Always Drives Away

You drove away that last day we lived together. I had helped you to the car with your remaining boxes, the ever-dutiful friend.
You drove away that last night I shared in the city that had changed our lives.
And I watched you leave every time.

I didn�t know back then that you never wanted my crush, but your lips turned soft as I approached them with my own.
Your hugs comforted me even though your words brought no solace to a confused heart.

A shattered memory now drifts over every encounter, begging for hope that what has passed is only that of a dream.
Patience of the youthful inexperience dims in the fantasy of what will never be.
The shards of my heart still hemorrhage with every utterance of our names and friendly reminder.
The change in our paths touching side by side veering for our destinations, leave me stalled looking to the past.
Trying to reclaim what shall never repeat itself in memory only finds comfort in my bed late at night.
Your lips, your hands, your finger tips all remained imprinted on my body begging for your return.
Now every song or thought brings your ghost to my forethoughts, leaving me trembling in false hope.

Separated by miles, I take comfort in the fact that we shall not see each other save for those few chance meetings that only true friends save for each other.
Confused by friendly promises and the strength of the other, I leave the door opened watching you drive away.

-RHM 200304.15

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A Patient Love

dedicated to KRK, may love find you in due time.

There is a place in the heart, that shall never be touched just upon a lark.
Until the rose of passion is met, a wandering lust may never set.
To look upon hope with an unbroken spirit: justice fulfilled will not bare it.
For love and hope to rise it will take those tatters and lies, salve the wounds through the barrier of time.

It matters not the number of times you�ve been forsaken.
Ignored shall be the begging for reprieve, regardless of the aching;
For what will remain is a key, not to be the martyr�s cross, but a reminder for what is seen.
Time seeks to guide you; though resistance is the game of a fool.

Though never fooled again, one may wonder when the heart does bend.
The next shall not be as thoughtless or blind, but shall be grateful for all he finds.

-RHM 200307.28

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In heightened anticipation of seeing you there,
I skip through the day, cutting corners where I might.
Though many days we fail to meet,
Often silent sits our sounds,
Your presence is my happiness, my gift for the day.

Shyly, I look over and a smile touches my lips;
The thought of you beneath me as I take your tender
Lips with mine to torment is only there for a moment as you cross the room,
Your eyes locked on me as if no one else in the world existed.

And in my arms I know by the graces you've given me a
Heavenly gift that no other can truly appreciate.
It may not honestly be love yet; it does not have to be.
Content I find here with you in my arms listening to you breathe.

-RHM 200401.08

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The Wishing Cloud

I pay my fare and take a seat. There�s an extra space and I imagine you with me. It doesn�t matter if the bus is full or empty: my arm would be around your shoulders protectively as we bump along the road. The driver would be mildly distracted by our presence; we�d share knowing grins but neither of us would do anything more than sit close. As the world blurs by, you lean against me. You know you don�t have my full attention, I�m people watching and keeping reference of the major landmarks but that doesn�t bother you. It is just the moments we�re spending together that matters the most.

The sky is partly cloudy with the kind of fluffy cottony clouds that could carry angels. And they slink through the sky in solitary tumbleweed fashion, no particular direction and no particular purpose other than to absorb the vibrant blue sky. If wishing stars are for lovers at night, during the day, when I�m thinking about you the most, I know this cloud could carry my thoughts to you.

My stop is just around the corner between the dealership and an empty lot. No one is waiting at the bus stop, and the bus is empty. I look to the empty seat beside me, expecting to find you, but only the desire to help you out of the seat next to me sits there.

As the bus trundles away to find its next stop, I look back up and send this on that cloud that followed me from the bus stop to this one. One sky to protect us all, and one dream that will come true when we�re ready. I linger just for a moment and then a gust of wind takes away the cloud, as if it finally has a purpose.

-RHM 200403.30

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