I will see every thing I dream to see.I will have every thing I dream to have.But I fear that once I have attained all of my dreamsThat all the nightmares will follow.

Theres folly in her stridethats the rumorjustified by liesIve seen her up closebeneath the sheetsand sometime during the summershe was mine for a few sweet months in the falland parts of December To get to the heart of this unsolvable equation one must first become familiar with the physical emotional and immaterial makeup as to what constitutes both war and peace. I found her looking through a windowthe same window Id been looking throughShe smiled and her eyes never falteredthis folly was a crime The very essence of war is destructive though throughout the years utilized as a means of creating peace such an equation might seem paradoxical to the untrained eye. Some might say using evil to defeat evil is counterproductive and gives more meaning to the word futile. Others like Edmund Burke would argue that the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men and women to do nothing. She had an identity I could identify withsomething my fingertips could caress in the night There is such a limitless landscape within the mind no two minds are alike. And this is why as a race we will forever be at war with each other.What constitutes peace is in the mind of the beholder. Have you heard the argumentThis displacement of men and womenand women and menthe minds we all havethe beliefs we all shareSlipping inside of usthoughts and religions and bodiesall bare Without darkness there can be no lighthe once said. To demonstrate this theory during one of his seminars he held a piece of white chalk and drew a line down the center of a blackboard. Explaining that without the blackness of the board the white line would be invisible. When she leftshe kissed with eyes openI knew this because Id done the sameSometimes we saw eye to eye like thatVery brieflyshe considered an apotheosisa synthesisa rendering of her follyinto solidarity To believe that a world-wide lay down of arms is possible however is the delusion of the pacifist the dream of the optimist and the joke of the realist. Diplomacy only goes so far and in spite of our efforts to fight with words- there are times when drawing swords of a very different nature are surely called for. Experiencing the subsequent sunriseinhaling and drinkingbreaking mirrors and regurgitatingjust to start againall in allI was just another gash in the bark Plato once saidOnly the dead have seen the end of war. Perhaps the death of us all is called for in this time of emotional desperation. War is a product of the mind only with the death of such will come the end of the bloodshed. Though this may be a fairly realistic view of such an issue perhaps there is an optimistic outlook on the horizon. Not every sword is double edged but every coin is double sided. Leaving town and throwing shit out the windowdrinking boroughs and borrowing spare changeI glimpsed the rear view mirrorstole a glimpse reallyIve believed in looking back for a whileit helps to have one last viewa reminder in case one ever decides to rebelin the event the self regressesand makes the declaration of devastationonce more Thus if we wish to eliminate the threat of war today- complete human annihilation may be called for.

It was a time of dark dreams. They washed in like flotsam on the night tide slipping beneath doorways and window latches rising through the streets and hills and the little fishing-town of Scarlock foundered deep.

I really like it when a bad dream doesnt scare you...it inspires you instead.

Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really droppped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively literally metaphorically -- any way you want to look at it -- everbody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case.

I think that love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.... I would enter your sleep if I could and guard you there and slay the thing that hounds you as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me.

You never know. Maybe when were dreamingwere more lucid than when we are awake.

I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.

I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?