I was born in Houston, TX in 1971. I have a twin sister and two great parents. Attended high school at San Marcos Military in San Marcos, TX and graduated in 1990. Went on to Baylor University and graduated in 1994 with a Finance and
Entrepreneurial BBA (2 hours short of a Minor in Philosophy). I had worked
for five summers in the securities business and decided that retail brokerage
was in a period of transition and now have moved on to real estate. I
currently work with CB Commercial Real Estate Group. I put together the
industrial real estate market statistics on a quarterly basis as well as
support the industrial brokers in a marketing type role.
Hours, days, years ------------------ I cannot give up just yet nor let the hours of ours forget New days and kindest ways another morning's haze. Another bright blue spring a cheerful phone to ring. Unexpected flowers before a visit. Love, enough to miss it. I cannot give up just yet nor let the days of ours forget of every new teaching, a new thought enough to find yours forgot. The fall of summer into autumn. A smile from top to bottom. Bliss, to those that wish it, and love, enough to miss it. I cannot give up just yet nor let our years forget of every new chance - race, a new antique to place. Winter joy with mountains of snow, Trust that you know. A gift fair enough to kiss it, and my love, close enough to never miss it. 3/14/95 ------- A Valentine's gift won perfectly for you And heart lifted heavenward is to ensue Another years music of your eyes and voice And whatever devout lovers give choice. I ascribe the very nature of your words And write new meaning as do the birds To the sky or the stars yet as high as I present myself to rely. For fascination is to impassion the hour - the minute - dressed in any fashion, And the hour is you. Color it with both hands for it is new As are the meanings I pursue. This lifelong day I proclaim, yours, and name St. Valentine's Day the same. Butterfly --------- Fragile, the length of one's life; the shape of one's wing. Air, the provider, the extension of one's being, and the taker of the day. Brought to polish rapid earth a color or two For the sake of you. (of those that can read) Break, from your silky mass as a reminder of abandoned past Aloft in syncronicity. Unknown and succinctly a giver to guests of our kind; fields signed By a twelve thousandth of every season cared. But the end is tomorrow to those bought by sorrow, and the next is the field large enough to build an unadorned cocoon, A break from the beautiful life. Rosemary -------- May I only dwell in the time between that in which you are awake and dreaming, so sometimes I maybe remembered. Tuck me away and sleep deeming that I am eternal, night, thine, so choose not a soul intertwine or love daily, healing more a soul than kind. I, being no more of a want or thought, have gone and loved away. Your eyes being open (and I closed) will nightly shut as though fulfilled, but the day has dozed. Give me as I might hope and fear a nightly illusion to appear only at the languor of your mind while I drift in and out with love or without. For I ----- Oh, won't you forget my stature For I have loved threefold Search for me and hold me For I could love again Bury your eyes around me For I should be looked to from the inside My soul is empty in a lonely world For I have no one to believe with It is easy to reach into my heart For I broke it many years ago Sing to me your worries For I will sing along For you are not alone