Something in her demanded victimization and terror so she corrupted my dreams led me into dark places I had no wish to explore. It was no longer clear to me which of us was the victim. Perhaps we were victims of one another.

Let our heart glow when you pray.Let our souls innermost desire and need flow in silence gratitude and humble petition.Let our daily prayers be a life attitude not only when we are in trouble but never forgetting to include all others who are also in difficulties.There are times prayers cannot change things for us but we grow and change with faith and strength patience and serenity with a heart that extends for others.

Making Cocoa For Kingsley AmisIt was a dream I had last weekAnd some kind of record seemed vital.I knew it wouldnt be much of a poemBut I love the title.

Every great leader has a dream my dream is to dream bigger.

Awakening others is an impossible endeavor until I myself am awakened.

Dear Little Children dont ever give up on your dreams.

The vision of life is not a discovery its a work and whatever position you occupy demands work. Your life may not be built on your visions if you go high and find yourself doing the vice. Going higher should be a priority but being aware of the reason for getting there should be the focus

I had a dream about you. You wrapped the American flag around you like a towel while I let Russia shower me with praise. The people over there really seemed to love me probably because they are over there and I am not.

What do you know of her or of deaths and dreams

I had a dream about you. We were playing chess and logically we were both wearing football helmets. You were winning so I started to complain that perhaps I was losing because I was suffering from Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis due to the violent nature of the game. Then you took off your helmet to reveal the fact that you had no hair or skull and you had waffles for brains. So I poured syrup on my gloved hands and scooped out your intelligence to consume it.