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.

For the children around the world without a home say a prayer tonight.

I was never very good with either my hands or feet. It always seemed to me theyd just been stuck on as an afterthought during my making. Dreams didnt translate through sports or music dancing carpentry plumbing. I was the bookish kid more at home in the pages of a fantasy than in the room in the town on the planet.

I had a dream about you. You were the lead guitarist in a band with no voice and you were holding auditions for lead singer. Everybody in line in front of me and behind me was a mime so I felt confident Id get the gig. I felt my performance was excellent like Axl Rose meets Rosie ODonnell but no you felt a person who sings in silence would make a better front man for your band.

There are very few things that live in both this world and the world of dreams. Most are gods angels and demons. The Stone you hold was made by Vlad Valkire the son of an angel and a demon. By the divine blood that ran in his veins Valkire could see the light and hear the song of creation -- if only as glimmerings and whispers. Over time he became aware of the light and the music and as he grew so did his understanding of it. At the age of twenty two he began his greatest labor -- the making of the Wyrd Stones. In them he captured the light and song of creation and by them some of the powers of gods angels and demons fell into the hands of elves and men. A sorcerer who knows its secret may -- like a god angel or demon -- stand with one foot in this world and another within the world of dreams. Your Stone is a gateway into the world of dreams Luthiel. When you sing it opens and you are in part taken there. Others who hold a Wyrd Stone like yours may know when someone crosses into dream. When you sang I could hear you quite clearly.

Dreams, if they're any good, are always a little bit crazy.

During your life, never stop dreaming. No one can take away your dreams.

Shall I tell you what rock and roll is Johnno from someone who doesnt perform but observes Its restless and rude. Its defiant and daring. Its a fist shaken at age. Its a voice that often screams out questions because the answers are always changing. The very young play it because theyre searching for some way to express their anger or joy their confusion and their dreams. Once in a while and only once in a while someone comes along who truly understands who has the gift to transfer all those needs and emotions into music.

I stand for freedom of expression, doing what you believe in, and going after your dreams.

So many people will tell you no and you need to find something you believe in so hard that you just smile and tell them watch me. Learn to take rejection as motivation to prove people wrong. Be unstoppable. Refuse to give up no matter what. Its the best skill you can ever learn.