England has her Stratford Scotland has her Alloway and America too has her Dresden. For there on August 11 1833 was born the greatest and noblest of the Western World an immense personality -- unique lovable sublime the peerless orator of all time and as true a poet as Nature ever held in tender clasp upon her loving breast and in words coined for the chosen few told of the joys and sorrows hopes dreams and fears of universal life a patriot whose golden words and deathless deeds were worthy of the Great Republic a philanthropist real and genuine a philosopher whose central theme was human love -- who placed the holy hearth of home higher than the altar of any god an iconoclast a builder -- a reformer perfectly poised absolutely honest and as fearless as truth itself -- the most aggressive and formidable foe of superstition -- the most valiant champion of reason -- Robert G. Ingersoll.

I had a dream about you. We made love like two albinos in the snow. Even though I could see everything I couldnt see anything.

The fantasized kiss was stolen time from the dreams

Kindness is my prayer. Humanity is my abode.

And in that moment he realised that even though the dreams theyd seen together hoped for and believed in had come true it wasnt enough. It was far from reality which was lonesome and woeful. And conceived that love had no lastingness it was brief and momentary. It wasnt the cherishable sensation spoken of in movies and written in books rather a delusion inclined on ruining the very spirit giving way to mournfulness and disappointment.

Reading is a beautiful prayer for knowledge.

I had a dream about you. You whispered in my ear and I couldnt quite hear what you said because Beethoven was being deaf too loud in the corner of the room. I thought you said you loved me but its also possible you said it sounds like a racehorse galloping when I pee.

Its strange how people give up on you within weeks of promising that they will always be there..and its just sad that promises are destined to breakand when you had finally believed in that one promisesomeday you give up on yourself too...and its not about love it was never..it is at times about barren hopes and a bleak tomorrow...

Be careful who you allow into your bed and more importantly your heart.

I had a dream about you. We were both flying through the sky like we had wings of cement. We had all the aerodynamics of a brick but what propelled us was our love for each other.